Upper Realm-created Battlefield Phantoms, though lacking physical forms, fought no differently than warriors, especially with equipment enhancement and executing various martial techniques smoothly.
Li Shangtian, Mu Honglian, and others fought them freely, not only rapidly gaining experience but also achieving new comprehension of sect martial arts.
Martial dao values actual combat.
Eternal Sect disciples could rapidly improve aptitude and realm through various resources Jun Changxiao provided, but their greatest deficiency was lack of tempering.
Now having several hundred Battlefield Phantoms to fight represented such tempering.
“Fight to your hearts’ content.”
“Grow to your hearts’ content.”
Jun Gou Sheng sitting outside the hall said with a smile.
For a sect to truly become powerful, disciples who had experienced life-and-death tempering and were ruthlessly fierce were naturally indispensable.
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
Various energies released wantonly outside the outpost, rendering heaven and earth in five colors.
Warriors from all planes were dumbfounded.
These dozen Eternal Sect disciples’ realms didn’t seem high, yet whether in physical body or power, they were extraordinary. What kind of cultivation had they undergone to reach such a degree?
Many came to watch the Starfall Continent’s joke, to see how Battlefield Phantoms would demolish the outpost. But they ended up as shocked bystander extras.
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
High above, Purple Scale Demon King continued his wild bombardment, finally violently killing another Earth tier Battlefield Phantom.
After his state recovered to the level when he’d snuck down from the Upper Realm, he’d experienced multiple instances of fighting many opponents, always ending in draws. Today facing four Earth tier opponents, he directly eliminated two, meaning as long as opponents didn’t run, he could definitely kill them.
“This is just using fists.”
Jun Changxiao thought: “If Hall Master Zi were equipped with an exclusive divine weapon, wouldn’t he dominate heaven, earth, and air?”
“Blazing Storm!”
Xiao Longlong’s childish shout came.
In mid-air, powerful flames appeared as a tornado, instantly covering dozens of zhang, swallowing over twenty Profound tier Battlefield Phantoms, launching the most explosive impact and incineration.
Though these beings had strong defense, under absolute force they still couldn’t resist. So their eyes gradually dimmed, then were completely vaporized.
“Thud!”
“Thud!”
One after another roasted-red armor pieces fell down!
Jun Changxiao felt rather pained—after all, they could be victory trophies, or at worst decomposed into ore. But they were all burned.
Top-level combat was intensely fierce.
From the situation, the Eternal Sect side had already taken absolute advantage. If opponents didn’t run, total annihilation was just a matter of time.
Running was impossible.
After all, dispatched by the executor, they wouldn’t stop until destroying the Starfall Continent outpost.
“Terrifying!”
“Simply a group of monsters!”
“What tier plane is this Starfall Continent!”
Warriors from all planes conscientiously played qualified shocked bystanders while conducting various speculation about Jun Changxiao’s plane.
In short, able to nurture so many monsters, it definitely wasn’t an ordinary world, certainly possessing frightening terrifying strength. When they came in large numbers, heaven and earth would inevitably pale.
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Central Respect Continent, Altar.
While the Eternal Sect fought Battlefield Phantoms with all their might, the day count on the Earth Spirit Instrument decreased repeatedly, reducing the Great Priest and others to limply leaning against walls.
Five years shortened to several hundred days—this span was too great!
“Great Priest.”
An elderly man said mournfully: “The Upper Realm can’t wait for us to quickly enter the Planar Battlefield and die.”
“Did we offend someone? To be so cruelly punished?”
After a long while, the day count fixed at 125 days and stopped decreasing. Their hearts completely chilled.
Initially there’d been nearly two years. In less than an hour, it shortened to only 4 months remaining. This sudden change nearly made the Great Priest vomit blood on the spot.
They’d offended someone!
Definitely offended someone!
“What?”
“Only four months until entering the Planar Battlefield?”
When major sects and family forces across the Starfall Continent received the news, all wore worried faces, pacing back and forth.
“Young Master Yuan.”
In the Demon Emperor Gate courtyard, a subordinate joyfully reported: “The time to enter the Planar Battlefield suddenly shortened from two years to just over a hundred days!”
“This is great news!” Young Master Yuan’s eyes brightened.
He’d learned early on about the Starfall Continent being selected to enter the Planar Battlefield. Precisely because of this, he suddenly jumped to the forefront to challenge righteous sects, intending to cause chaos opportunistically.
As demonic sect forces nearly eradicated by righteous sects, they naturally wouldn’t care about continental safety—as long as they could get revenge, that was enough.
Now with accelerated battlefield entry time, when large numbers of experts entered, the Starfall Continent’s comprehensive strength would inevitably greatly diminish. Then launching major offensives would definitely achieve good results.
“Send word—all branch halls must not act rashly!”
Having waited several thousand years, they could wait another hundred-plus days. So the Demon Emperor Gate temporarily abandoned original harassment tactics, letting sect disciples recuperate first, then pull off something big. Maybe even unifying the continent was possible!
“This is a once-in-a-millennium great opportunity!” Young Master Yuan said: “Our Demonic Sect’s revival is in sight!”
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Outside Starfall Continent outpost.
One after another damaged armor pieces scattered on the ground—some helmets pierced, some incinerated to nothing, having lost all function.
Warriors from all planes stood stunned in place, eyes showing disbelief.
In less than an hour, 255 Battlefield Phantoms were completely annihilated by disciples without Jun Changxiao acting. This speed… was simply too fast!
Azure Sea Palace Master’s mouth twitched violently.
He’d brought people specifically to watch Jun Changxiao’s joke. But not only did he not see a joke, his heart pounded with fear.
Wait!
Suddenly, Hong Yao realized something and hurriedly signaled subordinates: “Return to outpost!”
Thinking Starfall Continent would suffer heavy damage or even have their outpost razed, but now with Battlefield Phantoms eliminated and no follow-up appearing, staying here with subordinates would definitely cause trouble!
“Swish!”
“Swish!”
Crimson Sea Continent warriors finally got the Palace Master’s signal, but not to charge forward and snatch equipment—rather to flee toward their own outpost at maximum speed.
Soaring Cloud Continent, Imperial Sword Continent, and other planes also sensed something wrong, immediately moving to withdraw. At this point, even if paid to watch, they definitely wouldn’t be willing!
However.
When their intelligence finally came online, it was already too late. Because just as they started moving, Thunder Formations hidden in heaven and earth suddenly manifested, completely enveloping warriors from planes with grudges against Starfall Continent.
“Hehehe!”
Zhen Dejun hovered on a certain hill, covering his face with weird laughter: “You watched so intently you didn’t even notice someone secretly setting up formations.”
“Hiss hiss hiss!”
Dozens of linked Thunder Formations covered a vast area, barrier streams bursting with heart-trembling power.
Trapped inside, Hong Yao and others’ faces turned ugly: “We’re screwed!”
“Everyone.”
Jun Changxiao sitting before the hall stood up, holding a megaphone, smiling: “There’s no free lunch in this world. You came from afar to watch our Eternal Sect perform—leaving without paying would be rather ungracious.”
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