Da Xuan Martial Saint

As the Xunmu power turned into a green aurora and ascended, the large settlement was thrown into chaos.

Many spirit humans with emerald green skin looked around in panic. As upper-class residents living in the treetops, they were vastly different from the lower-class spirit humans dwelling underground and knew much more, such as the invasion from beyond the heavens. Some even knew that a similar catastrophe happened over a hundred years ago when nearly ten out of more than thirty large settlements were breached—a loss that could not be considered light!

Now, with the disturbance of the Xunmu power and the protective formation ascending, almost instantly, they associated it with an attack from a formidable enemy from beyond the heavens.

"Silence!"

It was then that a voice imbued with authority spread out, quieting the chaotic settlement.

An elderly spirit human with a weathered demeanor stepped forward. He was not the Spiritual Ancestor Ling Huan but the chieftain of this settlement, Ling Feng. At this moment, his entire body exuded a formidable pressure, with strands of emerald green spiritual light twinkling around him, a match for a Marrow Cleansing Realm grandmaster.

"The power of the Sacred Tree will surely protect us, do not lose yourselves to panic!"

Ling Feng's gaze swept over the area outside the settlement, toward the direction where Yan Hong, Jiang Han, and others were. He spoke in a deep voice, pounding his wooden staff on the ground, and commands swiftly flowed from his mouth.

As an old chieftain who had governed this settlement for nearly two hundred years and had led the people to repel the invaders from beyond during the last incursion, maintaining the peace of this region, Ling Feng's authority was unmatched.

In an instant.

Many spirit humans within the settlement sprang into action, escorting the elderly and children towards the central area, while the main force of each unit moved out in formation, arriving at the edge of the Xunmu Formation, standing along the formation's light screen, confronting Jiang Han and his group from afar.

Jiang Han and others, including Yan Hong, had already reached the vicinity of the settlement, approaching the expanse of the magnificent Xunmu Formation's light, maintaining a certain distance while surveying the situation of the large settlement.

"This settlement is indeed quite formidable."

A flicker of light passed through Jiang Han's eyes.

His group of troops had recently breached a large settlement, but compared to this one, it was considerably inferior, especially in terms of the formation constituted by the Xunmu power. Now, maintaining a distance of nearly twenty zhang, he could still feel some pressure from the surging Xunmu power.

If they were to attack this place with just their group, even if the Spirit People Race allowed them to take action and the Spiritual Ancestor turned a blind eye, it was not certain that they would be able to breach the settlement!

Fortunately, they had made early estimates, and now they were joining forces with Yan Hong and others, with even Chen Mu present.

"This settlement is indeed out of the ordinary; some of the buildings have probably been around for over a hundred years. Perhaps they weren't breached during the last opening of the Xunmu Cave Heaven."

Yan Hong, too, stared at the settlement ahead, feeling the power of the formation and the continuous surge of elite troops from the Spirit People Race, evaluating the strength of both sides as he spoke.

The settlements of the Spirit People Race varied in size and strength, which was common knowledge.

Moreover.

The closer one got to the central region, the more formidable the encountered settlements tended to be, this strength primarily reflected in the formations condensed by the Xunmu power.

There were two reasons for this situation: the closer to the main trunk of Xunmu, the stronger the Xunmu power naturally, and thus, the more formidable the formation. The other reason was that the settlements closer to the center had endured through more years.

Because once every hundred years or so, the Xunmu Cave Heaven would be accessible, with many grandmasters, led by Tingchao Cliff, embarking on a crusade. Settlements near the outskirts were generally destroyed, while those deeper inside were breached less often, and thus their existence was longer, with a naturally deeper accumulation of heritage.

According to Yan Hong's knowledge.

At the core of the deepest area of Xunmu Cave Heaven, the Xunmu power could even form a complete, wall-like massive formation structure, encompassing all the settlements within a vast range.

"With our strength, taking down this place will still be as easy as turning one's hand over. Let's not waste any time."

Someone spoke up.

If it were just Jiang Han's team, or even with Yan Hong's group, they would still need to consider the possibility of the Spiritual Ancestor launching an attack. But now with Chen Mu also here, it was as if three contingents had converged. Even if the Spiritual Ancestor himself came, it would not be so easy to defend this settlement.

As the voice faded, some people couldn't hold back and took the lead in making a move.

Humm!!

A brilliant streak of saber light crossed the air in the strike, spanning over ten zhang, fiercely cleaving onto the Xunmu power's condensed formation light screen, causing ripples to undulate across the emerald light screen, but beyond that, there were no other significant reactions.

"I'll give it a try too!"

Someone's eyes flickered, and they suddenly struck out with a palm from mid-air.

Boom!

The Power of Heaven and Earth surged tumultuously, converging into a fiery red palm imprint, with the expansive Separating Fire stirring within, swelling to over ten zhang. Then, palm lines filled the imprint, crackling sounds emanating, and even the formidable Thunderbolt power began to brew.

This Thunder-Fire Palm Imprint was unleashed with a thunderous impact on the emerald formation light screen dozens of zhang away, once again igniting a roar and causing another series of ripples on the screen.

"Brother Ding's Thunderbolt Strike has become even purer, truly admirable."

Someone laughed out loud, similarly extending a palm, from which surged powerful water energy. In an instant, a water-shaped palm imprint congealed, intermixed with vibrant streaks of lightning, the mingling forces of thunder and water converging and storming toward the Spirit People's settlement.