Chapter 323: Yang Qingxi’s Support!

On the other side of the battlefield, Yang Qingxi was also giving everything she had.

Her Curse Technique was operating at full power.

[Wide Area Curse Effect: Weakness]

An invisible wave spread across the battlefield.

The Pishachas suddenly became weaker.

Their movements slowed, their strength diminished, and their attacks became much less threatening.

The elders and other cultivators immediately noticed the difference.

"Good!"

"Keep attacking!"

The pressure they faced instantly decreased.

Yang Qingxi didn’t stop.

Her eyes flashed.

[Wide Area Curse Effect: Fear]

An even stranger effect spread through the Pishacha army.

Normally, these grotesque creatures were the ones who made other cultivators tremble in fear.

But now...

They were afraid.

Some Pishachas began trembling.

Others hesitated before charging.

A few even attempted to retreat.

Creatures like them shouldn’t have possessed such a concept.

Yet Yang Qingxi’s Curse Technique forcibly made them experience fear.

Combined with the previous Slowness and Weakness effects...

The battle became overwhelmingly one-sided.

The only advantage the Pishachas still possessed was their enormous number.

But Yang Qingxi had already prepared for that as well.

Her gaze swept across the battlefield.

She quickly noticed that a large number of Pishachas were being forced into the same area.

Shen Kai was deliberately driving them there.

Soon, hundreds of Pishachas had gathered together.

Shen Kai looked toward Yang Qingxi.

"Granduncle! That’s enough!"

"Back off!"

Shen Kai didn’t waste a second.

Thunder erupted beneath his feet.

Boom!

His figure transformed into a flash of lightning as he immediately retreated from the gathering Pishachas.

He stopped beside Yang Qingxi.

"I did as you said."

He glanced toward the tightly packed horde.

"Now what?"

Yang Qingxi smiled.

Her eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Now..."

"It’s my showtime!"

She raised her hand.

"Let’s explode!"

The moment her voice fell—

Tiny ants crawling across the bodies of the gathered Pishachas suddenly lit up.

They had been secretly planted on them earlier.

The next instant—

BOOM!

The first Pishacha exploded.

Then another.

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

One explosion triggered another.

Then another.

Within seconds, the entire area was engulfed by a chain of violent explosions.

The concentrated Pishachas had nowhere to escape.

The blasts tore through their bodies one after another, reducing them to ashes.

Nearly a hundred Pishachas were wiped out in a single attack.

Even the battlefield between Su Mo and Wu Taeyong was affected by the violent explosions.

Wu Taeyong’s expression changed.

He hadn’t expected such a large chain explosion to erupt so close to him and kill so many of his underlings.

For a split second, his attention was diverted.

That was a mistake.

Slash!

Su Mo’s sword flashed across his face.

A bloody cut appeared diagonally across Wu Taeyong’s cheek.

Wu Taeyong’s expression darkened instantly.

He touched the blood on his face.

His eyes became cold.

"Damn it..."

Meanwhile, the surrounding elders and cultivators watched the destruction with renewed excitement.

Their morale soared further.

"Good! Keep going!"

With Yang Qingxi’s support, the overwhelming numerical advantage of the Pishachas was rapidly being dismantled.

And for the first time since Wu Taeyong had summoned his army...

The tide of the battle was beginning to turn against him.

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Meanwhile, outside the White Moon Sect, another battle was unfolding.

Song Meilin and the elders had already met with the cultivators Wu Haruto had previously sent outside the sect to guard the surrounding area.

After learning the truth about Wu Taeyong, Wu Haruto had immediately sent them a message along with new orders.

There was no longer any reason to continue protecting the secrets of that old monster.

Now, the cultivators stationed outside had joined Song Meilin, several elders, and the stronger disciples in fighting the Pishachas pouring out of the forest of the Frostspine Mountains.

The sect’s protective barriers were still holding.

For the moment.

However, countless Pishachas had already gathered outside the barrier, relentlessly attacking it from all directions.

Boom!

Boom!

The barrier trembled with every impact.

Ripples continuously spread across its surface, and faint cracks had already begun appearing in several places.

Although the barrier was powerful enough to hold back a large portion of the Pishacha army, it couldn’t stop them forever.

Little by little...

The pressure was increasing.

"If this continues..."

One of the elders looked toward the seemingly endless horde with a grim expression.

"We’ll be surrounded."

There were hundreds of capable fighters gathered outside the sect.

Elders, disciples, guards, and cultivators who had been stationed around the White Moon Sect.

Together, they possessed considerable combat strength.

But the enemy...

There were thousands of them.

The sheer difference in numbers was overwhelming.

The only reason they hadn’t already been drowned beneath the Pishacha tide was the sect’s barrier.

It had held back the majority of the monsters.

But no one knew how long it could continue doing so.

"Elder Song, what should we do?"

A cultivator anxiously looked toward Song Meilin.

"The auras clashing inside the sect are too powerful."

He glanced toward the distant White Moon Sect.

"I’m afraid that if we retreat inside, we’ll suffer heavy casualties."

Song Meilin remained silent.

Casualties?

She knew better than anyone what would happen if they retreated.

The battlefield inside the sect was the clash between Nascent Soul cultivators.

Compared to the Pishachas outside...

The danger within was even greater.

"We can’t retreat to the sect."

Her calm voice immediately settled the nearby cultivators.

"The enemy inside is even more powerful."

She looked toward the approaching horde.

"Hold this position until the reinforcements arrive."

One of the disciples blinked.

"Do we have reinforcements, Elder Song?"

"Yes."

Song Meilin answered without hesitation.

"We do."

She didn’t elaborate.

For now, they could only believe her.

And they did.

After all, the Pishachas were enemies the cultivators of the White Moon Sect were most familiar with.

They had fought them for centuries.

The difference this time was simply the scale.

Which was much larger and much more terrifying than ever.

The real problem was that many of the sect’s strongest combatants were currently occupied on another battlefield.