Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now!-Chapter 981 - 289: [Ghost Race South City] (2)

The flying swords in mid-air immediately fell to the ground, losing all their brilliance, and were picked up by other attackers who then fled.

In this battle, the number of guardians resisting was small, only ten or so people, and in just a few encounters, more than half were killed. The remaining ones fought to the death without retreat, seemingly about to be completely wiped out.

Finally, after the sound of whistles echoed around, more guardian cultivators rushed out from both sides, probably coming from afar as reinforcements.

Once the reinforcements arrived, they quickly collided with the attackers. After a fierce fight, among the reinforcements appeared a cultivator with impressive cultivation, who activated a magical artifact. It was more than ten glowing rings that flew in the air.

Once the rings were released, they charged toward different attackers and destroyers with astonishing power, and those touched by the rings were either dead or injured!

Seeing this magical artifact being activated, within a few breaths, seven or eight people from the attacking side fell.

Someone attempted the same tactic again, trying to ambush the cultivator using the magical artifact, but the cultivator was prepared. Two golden rings swiftly flew over and revolved around him, striking those who tried to approach stealthily and sending them flying.

Their bodies were thrown far away, distorted beyond recognition upon landing!

Finally, after a shout from the attackers, the rest received the signal to rapidly retreat, escaping through the low city wall breach with agility, climbing the wall as if flying.

Most managed to flee quickly, leaving only two or three to be intercepted and killed by the reinforcements.

Seeing the reinforcements trying to climb over the wall to chase, the cultivator using the golden ring magical artifact, apparently a leader, loudly ordered them to stop.

This battle lasted only a few minutes, yet the ground was covered with bodies and injured; a rough count showed over thirty people.

Chen Yan noticed that the attacking side was the Demon Race—because after death, their bodies on the ground reverted to their original form once their demonic power dissipated.

Looking at the bodies left on the ground, they turned into dogs, wolves, foxes, and so on.

On the contrary, those on the defending side belonged to the Ghost Race, having been the target of the ambush, leaving more bodies behind.

Moreover, since the Demon Race launched a surprise attack, they achieved more significant results.

Though they did not deliberately massacre the craftsmen, in their chase and drive, they inevitably struck hard, leaving a few craftsmen’s bodies among the dead.

Once the battle was over, they began to furiously clamor, but quickly tidied up the scene.

Some cultivators spread out, rounding up and driving back scattered craftsmen, transporting bodies and cleaning up the aftermath...

Chen Yan watched from afar, hearing the team leader beside him sigh, "Such a chaotic City of No Return!" 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Turning to look at the team leader, Chen Yan found that he had already donned his helmet; even the soldiers beside the checkpoint stood in formation, facing that direction with weapons drawn, clearly on alert.

Not until the Demon Race retreated after the fight did the leader and his soldiers seem to have relaxed.

"Fellow Daoist, do you still wish to go over there?" The leader’s tone carried a hint of complexity, "My suggestion is if not necessary, best avoid going over."

Chen Yan didn’t answer but asked instead, "Does this happen often?"

The leader smiled bitterly, "How could it not happen often? These days, it happens several times every day—along the long border, with intertwined positions for the city walls, you kill me, I fight you.

Every day, several carts of corpses are dragged away."

Chen Yan glanced at the tightly gripped knife in the soldier’s hand, frowned, "Will their fighting come over to this area?"

"The orders from above on both sides naturally forbid their people from clashing into the North City area, but... you know, when they get worked up, some lose their heads and disregard many things.

It’s the unexpected possibilities that are daunting; not long ago, they got worked up and fought, some panicked and fled toward our side, being chased here...

But our brothers intercepted them."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yan, after a brief silence, clasped his fists in salute to the leader and turned to leave.

Watching Chen Yan turn to head back to the northern district, the leader seemed to breathe a sigh of relief—a disciple of the Saint Sect passing through, even with registration, should anything happen over there, the administration is technically not responsible—but who knows with those high and mighty sects.

Heading back means avoiding trouble.

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Chen Yan turned back to the northern district, strolling casually, after walking several streets, he approached the border area between the Ghost Race and North City.

This region lies only between the Ghost Race and the northern district, not contiguous with the Demon Race’s territory in the North City, appearing much more peaceful.

Though there were soldiers from the government setting up checkpoints at the crossroads, they appeared much less tense. The soldiers were laid-back, their expressions relaxed.

They checked the passersby with little scrutiny; usually, they just glanced at the token, waved a hand to let them pass.

However, Chen Yan noticed a wooden sign on the roadside with a notice posted by the North City Government, explaining that the current situation between South City and North City is chaotic, advising everyone not to go there. If crossing the border, responsibility for life or death rests on oneself, accepting fate.

Chen Yan went into a deserted alley, and when he emerged, he had transformed into another appearance, becoming an ordinary-looking middle-aged man who would be hard to pick out in a crowd.

Arriving at the checkpoint, Chen Yan casually displayed a token—not his own, but one he discreetly stole when he saw someone else hanging it during his stroll.