"Fellow Daoist Zuo, what should we do next? Staying put here might lead to more problems as the night grows longer," Feng Ling said while fighting Zhu Si, sending the message telepathically to Zuo Qinghui.

Although he didn't specify his concerns, his implication was clear: he was worried about Elder Hai, a Core Formation Stage cultivator. Should he appear, their newly assembled forces might crumble at a touch.

"Let us focus on our tasks and quickly liberate all the mine slaves, including the mortals. As for Elder Hai, my master has plans in place," Zuo Qinghui replied.

"I understand what to do now," Feng Ling responded, nodding, then began to communicate telepathically, his lips moving slightly.

Being well-known among the mine slaves and holding a high reputation, he quickly coordinated with a few others to divide their Foundation Establishment cultivators into two groups: those with magic artifacts and more profound cultivation were to hold off the Guiyuan Sect cultivators, while the others went to rescue additional Foundation Establishment mine slaves.

With more and more Foundation Establishment cultivators breaking free and joining the fight, the situation gradually turned favorable, putting the Guiyuan Sect's disciple guards at a disadvantage.

Before long, most of the imprisoned Foundation Establishment mine slaves had regained their mana, and they began to display an overwhelming advantage in numbers and momentum.

Over the years, the Guiyuan Sect had captured no fewer than a hundred Foundation Establishment cultivators for the mine. The mine was securely hidden and fortified with arrays, and all mine slaves had their mana bound, making it a safe place.

Although the Guiyuan Sect did not expect any disturbance, they had not slackened their guard. Among the guards, there were no fewer than twenty Foundation Establishment cultivators, over a hundred Qi Refining disciples, and even one Core Formation cultivator in position.

Now that so many Foundation Establishment mine slaves had suddenly regained their mana and rose to resist, the Guiyuan Sect's guards, caught off guard, could not withstand the absolute force despite their proficiency in coordinated combat.

Zhu Si and other leading cultivators were quickly scattered. The stronger ones managed to retreat while many of the remaining Foundation Establishment and Qi Refining disciples were largely annihilated, and their carried magic artifacts were plundered.

"Cultivators shall never be slaves, believe in the Nether Moon God and gain freedom!"

"Cultivators shall never be slaves, believe in the Nether Moon God and gain freedom!"

It was unclear who shouted first, but soon others joined in, the cries rising wave after wave. A sense of indescribable excitement appeared on everyone's faces—many of whom never dreamt they could escape the eternally dark mines in their lifetimes.

Having avenged a great wrong today, and now leading the cultivators in crushing the local guards, Feng Ling felt immensely relieved and grateful to the Nether Moon God, remembering the orders of his messenger, Zuo Qinghui.

He immediately began organizing some cultivators to guard the entrance of the dormitory, while dispatching most to free the Qi Refining mine slaves from their collars scattered around the dormitory area.

Soon, on the relatively spacious square at the entrance of the dormitory, hundreds of ragged mine slave cultivators gathered, including Qi Refining cultivators. Many were completely unaware of what had happened, showing bewildered and even panicked expressions.

The Guiyuan Sect was harsh on any mine slaves attempting to escape; these few hundred appeared formidable, but having not fought for a long time, they were particularly fearful of Elder Hai, the Core Formation powerhouse stationed there.

Zuo Qinghui stood on high ground, with Feng Ling and others next to him while Hua Zhi, dressed in a black robe, stood on the other side.

He observed the assembled hundreds of cultivators below and the confused looks on their faces, his mind racing with thoughts.

If so many cultivators became devout believers of the Nether Moon God, offering their Desire Power, the Soul Pill Technique could achieve great success in an instant.

Unfortunately, cultivators are resolute, especially those at the Foundation Establishment level who are experienced and knowledgeable, not so easily swayed to join. However, this event should at least earn their gratitude.

The desire power born from gratitude might not be as continuous and enduring as that from faith, but it was still better than none, and far superior to that of mortals.

"Ladies and gentlemen, as cultivators blessed by heaven with the ability to wield mana, we should be roaming the world freely, pursuing the Immortal Path. Now, having been subjected by the Guiyuan Sect to mine in this place with no hope of respite, my lord, the Nether Moon God, could not ignore this and sent me to rescue you. Elder Hai will be handled by him. Our task is only to clear this place of the Guiyuan Sect guards and release the mortal mine slaves as well, and then we can leave safely!" Zuo Qinghui stepped forward and shouted.

"The Nether Moon God?" Several Qi Refining cultivators looked at each other in confusion.

Zuo Qinghui had been spreading the teachings lately, and although many present had heard of it, they didn't really believe.

Zuo Qinghui didn't say much more, instead turning to look at Feng Ling.

Understanding the cue, Feng Ling stepped forward and said, "Yes, our escape was all thanks to Lord Nether Moon God's protection. As long as we work together, we will surely leave this place and regain our freedom!"

Feng Ling had significant influence among the mine slaves, and his words somewhat reassured the Qi Refining cultivators who were unaware of the full circumstances.

"Fight for freedom! Kill!" With no further explanation, Zuo Qinghui and Feng Ling led the army of cultivators as they charged out.

...

Almost simultaneously, intense fighting was taking place in a cavern ahead.

Vajra, rampaging through the cavern, tried his best to distract the guards, buying time for Zuo Qinghui, Hua Zhi, and others to rescue the mine slaves and for Yuan Ming and his team to sabotage the arrays.

More and more Guiyuan Sect cultivators rushed over, with more than ten Foundation Establishment cultivators led by the unicorn-man Fang Dafu trying to encircle Vajra.

However, Vajra's movements were swift as the wind, and his strength was overwhelming. Ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators were no match for him, let alone the Qi Refining guards.

In no time, many Guiyuan Sect disciple guards had fallen, leaving limbs and blood scattered everywhere, filling the cavern with an unpleasant stench of blood.

Boom!

The grand doors of the four-story building burst open, and Elder Hai flew out.

"Elder Hai!" the Guiyuan Sect guards were instantly invigorated.

Fang Dafu, upon seeing Elder Hai, had a complex expression but also breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing the situation in the underground cavern, a flicker of anger crossed Elder Hai's eyes, and he pointed a finger at Vajra after forming a hand seal.

A white, bone-chilling bone saber broke through the air, slashing toward Vajra.

The handle of the bone saber was a ferocious skull, and the blade emitted a flame-like white light, which, paradoxically, had no warmth but instead gave off a bitterly cold and fierce aura.

The white bone saber cleaved through the air, its fierce sword energy forming an extremely cold aura that could almost freeze a person's blood, ruthlessly chopping toward Vajra's head.

The body of Vajra was enveloped in the chilly aura emitted by the bone saber, shuddering, but a layer of golden light swiftly emerged on its skin, restoring it to normal. A purplish figure flickered through its hands, and it now wielded a purple long spear.

This spear was the Purple Star Nine Dragon Spear obtained from Zuo Qinghui's storage bag. With a flick upwards, it met the white bone saber with a "clang".

Elder Hai looked slightly taken aback. Vajra's aura was peculiar. Although it also emitted demon energy, it wasn't particularly strong; instead, its physical body appeared exceptionally powerful.

And that purple long spear, easily blocking his Cold Flame Bone Saber, was definitely of magical treasure level, yet it wielded none of the expected mighty power. It seemed that the white demon ape was merely using it as a weapon.

As he contemplated, Elder Hai formed another hand seal and pointed. A vast swath of bone-white flames ignited on the white bone saber and lunged toward Vajra as if alive.

Vajra's arms swayed, and with a violent shake of the tip of the Purple Star Nine Dragon Spear, a tremendous force burst forth, sending the white bone saber flying away.

With a sweep of its arm, the Purple Star Nine Dragon Spear swished left and right, sending two shocking spear winds howling out, completely tearing apart and scattering the incoming white flames.

"What is this..." Elder Hai was taken aback.

Vajra didn't entangle with Elder Hai and immediately lunged at the Foundation Establishment Cultivators.

With the Purple Star Nine Dragon Spear in hand, its combat power became even more terrifying; spear shadows burst forth like fireworks.

Wherever the spear shadows reached, the cultivators had their brows and chests pierced with holes, rendering any protective magical device or spell utterly useless, shattering upon contact.

"Everyone, fall back! This demon ape is an individual cultivator, do not engage it in close combat!" Elder Hai shouted in alarm and fury, and lunged forward in a flying attack.

The rebounded white bone saber halted, turning directly toward Vajra to strike.

However, just at that moment, Vajra, darting through the air, suddenly stopped. Its left arm glowed brightly in gold, turning to pure gold, and it slammed a punch out toward the white bone saber.

With a "bang", the white bone saber was sent flying and Vajra's fist was cleaved with a deep cut, a ball of white cold flame clinging to it, burning intensely.

Undeterred, Vajra's right arm suddenly thickened significantly, and it hurled the Purple Star Nine Dragon Spear.

Whoosh!

A purple illusion shot backward, directly aiming for Elder Hai's chest.

This sudden change was extremely abrupt, and by the time Elder Hai reacted, the Purple Star Nine Dragon Spear was already upon him.

Elder Hai hastily halted his momentum, pushing forward with both palms.

Two blue ribbons shot out, wrapping around the Purple Star Nine Dragon Spear, immediately shredding it into dozens of pieces of cloth, though they also caused the Purple Star Nine Dragon Spear to pause briefly.

Seizing this gap, Elder Hai's right eye suddenly turned deep blue and doubled in size. At the center of his eye, a vertical stripe appeared, giving him an ugly, eerie wave mixed with demon energy and mana.

A cold, electric blue beam shot out from the eerie blue eye, hitting the Purple Star Nine Dragon Spear.

With a "clang," the Purple Star Nine Dragon Spear was sent flying back.

The blue light erupted with an extremely cold aura, and suddenly a blue ice mountain, several meters tall, emerged, encasing the Purple Star Nine Dragon Spear within it, with a layer of blue ice crystals also forming on the nearby ground.

"What kind of divine skill is this?" Vajra, whose spiritual intelligence had awakened not long ago, was greatly astounded by Elder Hai's maneuvers.

However, Vajra, loving war and slaughter, showed no fear, vanishing in a flash, and the next moment, it appeared near the ice mountain, throwing a punch at it.

The tall ice mountain shattered with the impact, breaking into numerous large and small ice blocks that flew toward Elder Hai, each containing Vajra's tremendous force, emitting a terrifying sound as they broke through the air.

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