Clan Cultivation: I Transmigrated With My Smartphone

Life is a series of choices: When facing heresy and alien species, which one do you attack first?

Of course, heresy.

The countries Wu, Yue, Chu, and others have harbored conflicts for ages; were it not for certain factors, they would have long fought to the death.

Even so, their relationships aren’t particularly good.

If they seek aid from Wu Country or Yue Country, what price must they pay?

Soon, the many Divinity Transformation level demon forces convened and made a decision.

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Boom! Boom! Boom!

Amidst deafening roars, torrents of flames surged, blasting against the city walls, covering a vast area of around a hundred hundred yards.

Another wave of frost gathered, and amidst the howling void, an endless torrent of cold froze the walls with ice.

Then, over ten thousand flying swords converged in the air, raining down with destructive force upon the walls.

Massive boulders gathered, continuously bombarding the city.

The battle erupted, with hordes of the Demon Race converging beneath the city walls; every group connected their auras and unleashed large-scale magic barrages against the walls.

At this moment, a dim light flickered on the walls, and white light emitted from the walls, resisting most of the damage. Flying swords slashed again and again, sword qi surged like tides; Fire Crows took flight, transforming into a fiery wave sweeping through.

Standing atop the walls, human cultivators unleashed secret techniques in unison.

In the city, numerous arrays were in operation, making the entire city seem like a half-unleashed Wilderness Giant Beast, unleashing destructive force.

Destruction continued, as both sides clashed.

Countless spells were extinguished, only to breed countless new ones, explosions endlessly followed.

The void resounded with cracks.

Inside the city, many array masters moved about, repairing damaged arrays, fortifying certain ones; low-level cultivators transported Spirit Stones, elixirs, and large crossbow arrows along with destructive magical treasures.

Within the city, cultivators performed their duties, forming a perfect whole.

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Simultaneously, Spiritual Qi from the underground Spirit Veins was continually extracted, transforming into an energy source to sustain the array’s operation.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The battle erupted, engage in a bloody fight.

In the bloodshed, countless cultivators fell, countless were wounded.

Yet waves of new cultivators stepped up to take their place.

Utilizing the advantage of the arrays, the Human Race suffered fewer casualties compared to the massive losses of the Demon Race.

However, the Demon Race attacked relentlessly, indifferent to casualties. Renowned for their formidable reproductive capabilities, they birthed numerous little demons annually, in waves upon waves, an immensely vast number.

In the levels of Qi Refining Demon Beast, Foundation Establishment Demon Beast, and Purple Mansion Demon Beast, the Demon Race outnumbered humans dozens, even hundreds of times. It was only at the Golden Core level and Nascent Soul level, due to bloodline restrictions, that the number of Demon Race powerhouses was relatively reduced.

Owing to their excessive reproduction, every hundred years, the Demon Race would launch a Beast Tide to consume the excess population.

At this moment, under the command of top Demon Race powerhouses, low-level demon beasts launched secret technique attacks on the human city. In this siege, the Demon Race suffered enormous losses, yet they cared not.

The battle continued: after three consecutive days of fierce fighting.

Fatigued, many Demon Race forces began to retreat.

Watching the retreating tide-like Demon Race, human cultivators on the city walls sighed in relief.

"The Demon Race has retreated!"

"One can’t tell how long we can hold on!"

"Killing one makes it worthwhile, killing two is a gain!"

"At this point, there’s nothing but to fight to the death!"

On the city walls, many human cultivators were dejected, holding no hope for victory, seeing no chance of success.

Yet they continued the fierce battle, refusing to yield.

"The Demon Race finally retreated!"

On the wall, True Monarch Moyu watched the scene and sighed softly.

"Father, how much longer can we hold?"

At this moment, a woman in a white dress, slightly dusty and looking slightly haggard, asked.

This was Li Qingyue, the only daughter of True Monarch Moyu, a mid-Golden Core cultivator.

"Yue’Er, the Spirit Veins beneath the city are drying up, they can support us for another five years at most. After that, the city will fall! True Monarch Moyu said: "By then, I will self-detonate, I’d rather die than become Demon Race food. As for you, you should self-detonate too! You are the offspring of a Celestial Venerable; how could you surrender to the Demon Race!"

"Child understands!"

Li Qingyue smiled, "By then, child would not disgrace the Celestial Venerable!"

Having fought so fiercely, anyone could surrender, but they could not.

In the past, when a cultivation powerhouse was overrun by the Demon Race, all Golden Core and Nascent Soul cultivators were slaughtered, while ordinary citizens, Qi Cultivation Cultivators, Foundation Establishment Cultivators, and Purple Mansion Cultivators were imprisoned in secret realms, raised as livestock.

At certain times, Demon Race powerhouses would enter these secret realms to harvest and slaughter human powerhouses.

Just like selecting and even slaughtering plump piglets from a pigsty.

"Hmm!"

At this moment, True Monarch Moyu furrowed his brows slightly.

"Father, what happened?"

Li Qingyue asked.

"The Demon Race has retreated!"

"Impossible, the Demon Race only needed five more years to capture this place, why would they retreat?" Li Qingyue said, "Could it be that there’s some Demon Race scheme involved?"

"Caution above all!"

True Monarch Moyu said, sending some low-level cultivators to investigate the situation.

News came trickling in: the Demon Race was indeed retreating.

In just half a day, they had retreated several thousand miles.

Not only this army of Demon Race, but others in various directions were also retreating.

Their retreat was swift, and within a week, most areas were vacated.

Many cities on the brink of falling found reprieve, escaping death.

Some demon armies refused to follow orders and stubbornly refused to retreat. But soon, massive hands descended from the sky, obliterating everything, annihilating myriad spells. Countless demons were wiped out, including three Demon Race Nascent Souls.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Continuing, many descending hands killed eighteen Nascent Soul Cultivators, with even more low-level cultivators perishing.

The Human Race rejoiced, celebrating their fortune.

Human Divinity Transformation level cultivators returned, sweeping away strong foes.

According to past rules, Divinity Transformation level powerhouses shouldn’t act against low-level cultivators, partly a matter of face, also a tacit rule.

But it’s not that Divinity Transformation level cultivators can’t act.

Rules bind the weak, not the strong.

Not long ago, the Blood Bat Demon Venerable broke the rules, so Human Divinity Transformation cultivators began breaking them too.

You can act on the first day, so can I on the fifteenth.