Chapter 57

In the midst of cherry blossoms dancing in the wind, Misaki opened the old diary and read the words of promise written there.

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With the cultivation of a fifth-rank Tiger-faced person, they could only withstand nine wind blades. And the Flash Leopards were skilled in speed, not defense. But their speed became useless under Tang San's Lingxi Heart Eye lock. The Leopard Flash instead became an even more fatal problem for them.

Each wind blade seemed to have eyes, always appearing on the path of their high-speed charge. The eighteen green wind blades were as substantial as solid objects, far beyond the Flash Leopards' defense.

Tang San's current cultivation was at the peak of the fourth level of the Profound Heaven Art, enhanced by the four major imprints within his body, making him far superior to ordinary fourth-rank demon beasts. The eighteen wind blades he unleashed with full force transformed into a storm, instantly sweeping across the entire area.

This was the first time he had used his full strength. The eighteen wind blades were the limit of his current control. Without considering the control effect, he could have used more, but often, the number was far less important than precise control.

The fourth-rank Flash Leopards were almost instantly slaughtered. The fourth-rank Flash Leopards could barely avoid a few attacks with their crisis awareness, but those eighteen wind blades were like death warrants. They continuously spun and turned in the air, even changing direction by colliding with each other.

This was a subtle technique from the Tang Sect's Hundred Hidden Weapons, ranked even higher than the Hundred Birds Returning to the Forest. It was inspired by the peculiar flight characteristics of bats and named the Bat Wing Cycle. It was not only precise but also unpredictable.

Under Tang San's control with the Lingxi Heart Eye, the Bat Wing Cycle technique reached a new level. Each wind blade was composed of wind elements, and under the Lingxi Heart Eye's gaze, these wind blades could absorb wind elements from the air during their flight, making them even more powerful.

Thus, the eighteen wind blades grew larger and more powerful in the air, their piercing sounds like death spells.

"Thud, thud!" The remaining fourth-rank leopard demons were finally exposed and cut down in the air by the wind blades.

Seeing this, the few remaining wind wolves were dumbfounded. Were these wind blades? The wind blades of their own clan? Could wind blades be used like this? Could they be so powerful? This was a scene they had never even imagined!

But the reality was right before their eyes, leaving them no choice but to believe. The feeling of narrowly escaping death made them ecstatic.

However, just as they were about to celebrate, they suddenly realized that the wind blades had circled in the air, dispersed, and then converged from all directions, sweeping towards them.

"Ahh..." The terrified howls of the wolves were cut short. Already heavily injured, how could they possibly resist such powerful wind blades?

Sixty breaths.

Tang San silently counted in his mind.

Having annihilated the wind wolves and Flash Leopards below, he quickly descended. He first found the fourth-rank wind wolves and Flash Leopards, swiftly consuming their residual bloodline imprints.

The effect was slightly worse than he had expected. Perhaps because they were not intact, a lot of bloodline power had been lost.

The third-rank Flash Leopards and wind wolves had little value to consume. But for the sake of speed, he had no choice.

Since his birth mother in this world was killed by the demon beasts, he had long lost all compassion for them. In his view, all demon beasts deserved to die!

After consuming the bloodline power of a few fourth-rank demon beasts, Tang San quickly left. This battlefield was relatively secluded and not easily discovered. The bloodline power of a few fourth-rank demon beasts provided him with significant replenishment. The imprints of the wind blades and Leopard Flash were clearly much more solid than before, advancing significantly at the fourth-rank level. Especially the wind wolf imprint, which was already extremely bright, seemed to have reached a bottleneck and could no longer progress further.

Tang San was not surprised by this. The imprints were closely related to his own cultivation of the Profound Heaven Art. Since the Profound Heaven Art could not advance at the fourth-rank level, it was normal for the bloodline imprints to also be unable to advance.

Eighty breaths.

Tang San lifted his head and looked again at the battle in the center of the Wind Wolf Town.

At this moment, the powerful seventh-rank Flash Leopard, Flash Spirit, had fully demonstrated its speed advantage.

Despite the Wind Wolf Town High Priest's wind element attacks covering a wide area, they still could not touch it. The speed of the Leopard Flash was simply too fast. It could even retreat a hundred meters when the Wind Wolf Town High Priest released a wave of wind blades, and then suddenly return and attack when the wind blades dispersed.

The Wind Wolf Lord's eyes were bloodshot. Under the bloodline power enhancement from the Wind Wolf Town High Priest, it was bursting with combat power far beyond its normal state, reaching the sixth-rank level. Its increasingly massive form was blocking most of Flash Spirit's attacks, but it was already covered in wounds.

Even with the Wind Wolf Town High Priest using the clan's secret techniques to forcibly enhance their strength, a seventh-rank was still a seventh-rank. The gap between a true seventh-rank and a sixth-rank was insurmountable.

Flash Spirit was completely overwhelming them. More importantly, the duration of the secret techniques was limited. They could not be used indefinitely. Once the effects of the secret techniques disappeared, the Wind Wolf Town High Priest and the Lord's strength would plummet, and they would even suffer from the backlash of the secret techniques. Nothing could be gained without a price, and the clan's secret techniques were no exception.

At the same time, the Flash Leopard clan had already launched a full-scale attack on the Wind Wolf Town. The young and strong of the Wind Wolf Town could no longer hold the line. Even the women and children had joined the battle.

This situation highlighted the strength of the demon beasts. Even young children had some combat capability. Unfortunately, they were facing the elite of the Flash Leopard clan. Although none of them, except for Flash Spirit, were above the fifth-rank, they could still sweep through the Wind Wolf Town with ease.

Tang San had killed many Flash Leopards, somewhat easing the pressure from this direction, but more Flash Leopards had already invaded the Wind Wolf Town. If this continued, the entire Wind Wolf Town would be completely annihilated.

"Stop!" A sharp scream suddenly rang out.

At the same time, the Wind Wolf Town High Priest's greenish-blue light suddenly intensified, forming a massive tornado that swept Flash Spirit away.

The wind blades carried by the tornado also cut multiple wounds on its body, causing the seventh-rank powerhouse to hesitate.

The Wind Wolf Town High Priest glared at Flash Spirit, and his staff exploded with a loud "boom." Instantly, a highly concentrated bloodline aura formed a dark green light ball in his palm.

"Order your clan to stop. Otherwise, we will both perish. You should recognize what this is." The Wind Wolf Town High Priest held up the dark green light ball.

Flash Spirit's eyes changed, and its body, which was about to charge again, paused.

It certainly recognized what this was.

In any demon beast or spirit clan, the shaman held a revered position because they could summon the power of the ancestors, continuously strengthening and stabilizing the clan's bloodline, preventing it from weakening over generations.

During this process, the shamans would also collect these bloodline powers and the ability to communicate with the ancestral bloodline. These powers, when condensed together, became the core of the clan. The dark green light ball in the Wind Wolf Town High Priest's hand was the Wind Wolf Heart, containing a thread of the bloodline aura of all the Wind Wolf Town's clan members, as well as the blood energy accumulated through continuous sacrifices and offerings. Over the years, the Wind Wolf Town High Priest had refined these powers, fusing them with the aura of the Wind Wolf clan's ancestors. It could be said to be the core of the Wind Wolf Town and a part of the Wind Wolf clan's bloodline inheritance.