in the ancient immortal battlefield are there abundant cultivation resources. Staying here is the only hope.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!Tan Hao suddenly spoke, "I...“Keep going, don't let it breathe!”

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The young man surnamed Fang roared as he urged the blood sword to pierce deeper.

Even though Qilin was wounded, it still had the strength to fight back. Countless bolts of lightning poured into its wounds, preventing the Blood Sword from piercing any deeper.

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The young man surnamed Fang recalled his Bloodsword, and under the cooperation of Qin Sang and others, continued to attack.

The Qilin Dragon was exhausted from defending itself, its wounds growing more numerous. These were no longer mere superficial injuries; each one was deep enough to be seen to the bone, leaving bloody qi behind that caused it to bleed incessantly and unable to recover.

The battle is still ongoing, but the outcome has been decided.

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Qin Sang secretly let out a breath of relief.

During the battle, their true essence was constantly being devoured by the crystal stele. The corpse pills had been depleted, and Qin Sang was forced to activate his own golden elixir.

Others had no external dan to use and were more depleted, they had been worried before, seeing that they were finally about to win and the treasure would be theirs, their faces not only showed a relaxed smile.

The young man with the surname Fang seemed incredibly excited on the surface, his eyes gleaming with greed. However, inside, he was already feeling nervous, even his body tensed up.

No one noticed that while he was attacking the Qilin, his peripheral vision kept glancing towards outside the island, in the direction from which the Qilin appeared, as if waiting for something.

Others remained oblivious, still desperately attacking the Qilin.

The cage is getting smaller and smaller.

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Made Bao urged the young man surnamed Fang not to hold back, urging him with all his might to activate the blood sword and quickly slay the Kui Dragon.

The Qilin's resistance began to weaken, victory seemed within reach. Just then, several points of light suddenly flickered in the dark clouds in the distance, very prominent in the night, flying towards the battlefield at incredible speed.

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"Stop it all!"

A loud shout echoed from afar, faintly audible amidst the thunderous rain.

Almost everyone noticed the presence of the light spots at the same time. At a glance, they could tell that these were the escape lights of cultivators, and the strength of the arrivals was not weak, at least all of them were cultivators in the Core Formation Stage.

Upon hearing the shout, everyone subconsciously eased their attack, glancing at each other with a mix of surprise and tension in their expressions.

In the vast ocean, with no restrictions, it's perfectly normal for predators to snatch their prey with their teeth.

They hunted the Qilin Dragon. Although the battle was fierce, they had prepared well and didn't waste too much time. The fighting process was not slow, but unexpectedly, it also attracted other cultivators, and their strength was so powerful!

Qin Sang and the others all looked at the young man surnamed Fang.

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The other party is not friendly and has considerable strength. If they intend to compete for the Qilin, there will inevitably be another great battle.

They have been manipulating the harsh winds and freezing temperatures for so long, their true energy has been consumed greatly.

After Qilin's death, its entire body belonged to the Fang surname youth. They received nothing and nobody wanted to fight others for an outsider when they were already in a bad state.

Moreover, at this time the Qilin Dragon was still alive. Facing these people, he was truly in a perilous situation, both internally and externally.

A young man surnamed Fang clutched a blood-soaked sword, his face stoic, staring intently at the streaks of escaping light.

In a stretch of water off the island, several figures in black robes lurked beneath the surface.

These people were merged with the seawater, rising and falling with the surface. Their breathing was extremely subtle. Through the water, they could vaguely see the battle unfolding on the island.

At that time, they also discovered those uninvited guests.

Here!

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The Second Senior Brother's voice was low, transmitting to the others, "Quick! Raise the Beast King Banner!"

Everyone sat silently on the water, forming a circle.

Around them, numerous flags appeared out of thin air, swirling around them. They were made of gold and each bore the image of a different mythical beast.

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Upon careful counting, there were a full eighty-one clubs!

Propelled by their urging, the demonic beasts on the banners seemed to come alive, emitting silent roars. A strange power quickly connected all the banners.

Among these people, each person manipulated a part of the flags. Only the Second Senior Brother controlled the most, twice as many as others, very strenuous, breathing heavily.

“Second senior brother, wouldn't there be a Nascent Soul old ghost among those people What if... my eldest senior brother won't be in trouble, right...”

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They had set up a grand formation, but they remained still, waiting for the opportune moment. One disciple timidly asked,

"Yes!"

On the island.

Everyone looked at the young man surnamed Fang, waiting for his decision.

The young man surnamed Fang's face flushed, turning between pale and red. He glared fiercely at the incoming streak of light, then urged his blood sword to pierce the Qilin Dragon while shouting furiously, "Kill!"

“The arrival was incredibly fast, with formidable strength. It's likely too late to kill the Qilin dragon...”

Qiu Ji reminded the young man surnamed Fang.

The other four people didn't move either. The frigid wind whirled around, trapping the Kuilong in its icy grip, but it didn't press further. Without the cooperation of the frigid wind formation, the Blood Sword's power couldn't be fully unleashed.

Under the Qilin's desperate counterattacks, it repeatedly failed to achieve its goal.

Chu Heng, as the array master, sat cross-legged on the crystal tablet, manipulating the spirit formation with his eyes closed, not uttering a word. Ma De Bao's eyes darted around, giving Qin Sang and the others a look before agreeing with Qiu Ji's judgment.

Even Luo Kun, who had always been taciturn, spoke up.

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Qin Sang coughed lightly and agreed, his condition was good. The strength of those unfamiliar cultivators wasn't strong enough to make him run away, but he wouldn't kill for no reason either.

The young man surnamed Fang promised a reward only for killing the Kui Dragon, but he didn't say anything about fighting other cultivators.

A young man surnamed Fang glared angrily at them, his face dark and grim. After a moment of silence, he said: "Kill this beast, and I, Fang, only ask for one dragon sinew. The reward I promised will be paid in full. As for the rest of its possessions, you five will divide them equally. How does that sound"

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at each other, their hearts pounding with excitement.

The most valuable treasures on the body of a Qilin are its demon pill and its dragon sinew, dragon bones, and dragon skin. The young man surnamed Fang only wants the dragon sinew, even offering to split the demon pill as well; his sincerity is beyond reproach.

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The demon core of the Qilin Dragon is highly likely to contain immense thunderous power, making it extremely rare. It can be used to refine artifacts similar to Thunder Beads or sold to cultivators who specialize in thunder magic, its value will far exceed that of other demon beasts.

This is a test.

They were all battle-hardened and decisive individuals, almost without hesitation they agreed. Their palms pressed firmly against the crystal tablet, surging with powerful true energy.

The young man with the surname Fang appeared furious, but in reality, he was very calm. He let out a cold snort in his heart and said nothing more. He silently urged the Blood Sword to attack quickly.

Suddenly, Kui Long found himself in a perilous situation.

Its injuries were becoming increasingly severe, its lightning waning, its wounds covering its body. Its massive form was almost entirely stained red with blood, looking extremely pitiful.

Qin Sang and his forces intensified their attack, forcing Kui Long to retreat step by step. He was even shot down from the air, letting out a mournful cry.

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Distant cultivators who were speeding towards the scene discovered the state of Qilin and were filled with shock and anger.

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