As they spoke, the demonic wind gusted, and the pursuing forces were about to arrive.

Senior Sister Xue's cultivation of the shadow clone technique was adept in combat; she didn't conjure her own clone but rather the shadow clones of her comrades who had recently fought together. Although their combat power was relatively low, they excelled in the varied abilities of different cultivators' shadow clones, which were more advantageous for temporarily intercepting the enemy.

Junior Brother Chen was in a state of focused concealment. Realizing that even with the two of them resisting numerous Demon Cultivators, they had no chance of escape, he mustered the courage to say, "Senior Sister Xue, actually I..."

"They're here, be careful, Junior Brother!" Xue Lin had no time to listen, sensing the demonic wind drawing closer. She shouted in a low voice, gripping her sword in her right hand while making a sign with her left hand, sending a heaven-splitting sword light and shadow clones ahead!

Her comrade sighed silently, thinking to himself that it was indeed too late.

However, being able to fight alongside her until the very end was enough in this lifetime!

"Clang, clang, clang!"

Sword energy surged and demonic mist swirled; sounds of metal clashing resounded as the two sides exchanged several blows.

After assassinating a Demon Cultivator, Junior Brother Chen was also injured again, unable to stealth, and retreated helplessly to Xue Lin's side, "Too many Demon Cultivators, we can't hold them even for a moment, what do we do?"

"Hahahaha! Overestimating yourselves!" Amidst the rolling demonic mist, a Demon Cultivator at the forefront appeared, humanoid but retaining demonic features on his face, with yellow bushy eyebrows raised high, accentuating his sinister and terrifying visage.

He laughed wildly a few times, then coldly said with his hands on his hips, "Demon Realm Alliance enforcement! You who blazed the trail and found the Human Race cultivators' sects shall be rewarded by me—become my spirit pet's fodder! Hahahaha!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a two-headed bear appeared behind him, roaring furiously and swinging its paws at Xue Lin and the other.

Meanwhile, leaving to cover the rear, those too exhausted to fight anymore rushed straight to the Celestial Sword Sect, hoping to catch a breath and restore Spiritual Power before aiding their comrades, only to encounter Ouyang Qing and disciples of the Celestial Sword Sect mid-air.

"Retreat quickly! You are no match for them!" The leading disciple of Cloud Concealment Sect, Wei Lan, with a pale face, shouted. "Before the Demon Cultivators' Magical Treasures affect you, quickly call for reinforcements!"

He was the oldest member dispatched by Cloud Concealment Sect to the United Army, his Divination Technique naturally exquisite.

Previously, he could always divine their purposeful actions, yet he didn't know the reason, plus he couldn't just stand by while others died, so he followed the general trend. After all, every divination held a glimmer of life, as if destiny had already been determined.

As the United Army was besieged, Wei Lan exerted all his strength to grasp that sliver of life and led the group out of the encirclement. Now at their last gasp, the final chance was close at hand.

If the sect would assist with all its might, what seemed like broken life threads could be pieced back together; if not, they would perish here.

Ouyang Qing was startled, as he had yet to advance to the Golden Core Realm, his perception somewhat weaker.

At the meeting, he realized the approaching cultivators were powerful but unstable; the demonic energy behind them rolled like a black cloud pressing down. He immediately heeded the advice and ordered his disciples to turn and flee.

Hoping the Sect Protection Array would hold them for a moment, he hurriedly took out the Communication Stone to summon help.

"The young girl is in trouble!" Zhao the Scholar, Zhao Yixuan was among them, and he shouted, "I'll go rescue her!"

Before the words were finished, he had vanished.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

Xue and Chen saw the terrifying giant beast attacking, their bodies bound and actions sluggish, watching helplessly as their shadow clones were decimated, unable to resist, they took a deep breath and unwillingly closed their eyes, awaiting death.

"Puchi!"

"Roar~"

"Bear!"

The expected pain didn't come; instead, chaotic sounds reached them.

Xue Lin opened her eyes to see a refined cultivator sitting on the shoulder of a demon beast with a human face and a bull's body. Holding a long spear, with a little demon beast with a human face and a bull's body jointly grasping the spear handle, they coordinated seamlessly to pierce straight through the two-headed bear!

Additionally, two more demon beasts suddenly appeared, one spewing a sea of fire, the other charging toward them, slightly lowering its head to toss them with its horns, breaking their constraints and fully regaining freedom and stability.

"Quickly go! The Sect Protection Array can hold for a moment!" Ever since Zhao Yixuan became a Beast Tamer, this was his first official combat. Though nervous, he was somewhat excited after the first victory.

After a successful strike that delayed them for a few breaths, he didn't dare tarry, and with a thought, the demon beast mother and child with human faces and bull bodies carried him through the spatial crevice, emerging from the rolling demonic mist in the next second for another attack!

However, this time Zhao Yixuan wasn't so fortunate; not only did he fail, but he also narrowly avoided being hit.

Luckily, the demon beast mother and child were connected at heart, instantly switching positions, the Little Demon using its size advantage to dodge and escape once more.

"Thank you, Daoist, for saving my life." Xue Lin conjured shadow clones to create chaos and flashed to Zhao Yixuan's side, forcing a smile on her pale face. "Your demon beast is formidable, but no match for them. Quickly return to your sect."

Zhao Yixuan, having brushed against the edge of death, also looked grim but couldn't understand, "Why doesn't the Daoist retreat together?"

"We need to buy time for our comrades." Junior Brother Chen was evidently more severely injured, blood continually oozing from the corners of his mouth as he gasped, "Once the sect reinforces us, everyone will be saved."

As they spoke, the rolling demonic mist approached, vaguely revealing dozens of fierce-faced Demon Cultivators exuding strong auras.

"Hehe, so amusing! No wonder cats love to toy with mice, watching them desperately struggle for life, continuously finding hope only to despair, it's simply exhilarating!"