Cultivation Starts from Farming-Chapter 594 - 295: Turning the Tide of Battle

Xu Ping’s offensive was like a sweeping tide, completely overwhelming the puppet array controlled by Zhuang Hao.

Each punch he threw carried with it endless, powerful energy and a vigorous blood force, akin to a surging fury, fiercely crashing into the puppet array.

Under this storm-like assault, the puppet array retreated in defeat, its previously neat and orderly formation now in disarray, like scattered sands.

At this moment, Yu Wei in the distance was already in a state of shock.

His heart was full of awe: "This... a quasi-Fourth Rank body refining cultivator has such terrifying power?"

"Crack!"

With Xu Ping’s relentless and fierce attack, the puppet array finally succumbed, collapsing with a loud crash, scattering into a pile of broken parts across the ground.

Zhuang Hao knew he was beyond salvation.

The previously arrogant and ferocious expression on his face vanished without a trace, replaced by a deep-seated fear.

"Spare me...."

Xu Ping’s eyes showed no sign of mercy, like a ruthless war god, and with a fierce punch he struck out.

In an instant, a massive torrent of blood force burst forth like a raging flood, completely engulfing Zhuang Hao.

"Boom!"

A loud bang echoed in the air, followed by a heart-wrenching scream.

Zhuang Hao’s body was instantly turned to dust under the impact of this immense force, with blood and flesh flying everywhere.

His death was extremely tragic, without even a chance to resist.

Xu Ping lightly patted his hands, his expression calm, as if he had just completed a mundane task.

"Roar!"

Witnessing this scene, the black-clad cultivators were stunned for a while, and upon coming to their senses, couldn’t help but feel overjoyed, their morale boosted.

"Run!"

The cultivators of the Seed Puppet Sect were filled with despair, relinquishing all thoughts of resistance, and chose to flee.

"Kill!"

The black-clad cultivators roared furiously, beginning the chase.

...

Meanwhile, the southern battlefield was also in turmoil.

The mysterious ancestor of the Seed Puppet Sect appeared on the southern battlefield.

Though he had practiced the "Spirit Refining into Puppet" forbidden technique, causing his divine soul to gradually decline, his strength was unfathomable.

His eyes coldly scanned the battlefield, seeing the scattered corpses of Seed Puppet Sect disciples, a scene of tragic desolation.

In an instant, fierce anger ignited in his eyes, and killing intent spread like a tangible force.

"You should die!"

The ancestor’s voice was low and hoarse, as if coming from the depths of the Nine Nether Hell, carrying an awe-inspiring majesty that sent chills down one’s spine.

"Hmph!"

Gu Yuntao’s lips curved into a cold smile, fearlessly meeting the ancestor’s gaze, "Today is the day your Seed Puppet Sect meets its doom."

Hatred burned in his eyes, years of grievances and hatred surging within him at this moment.

"Slash!"

Before his words fell, Gu Yuntao prepared to strike first.

The spirit treasure short sword in his hand blazed brightly, as if a flame had ignited.

This flame carried a world-destroying momentum as it charged towards the ancestor.

The ancestor snorted coldly, quickly forming seals with both hands, and a black light shot out from his hand, colliding with Gu Yuntao’s spirit treasure short sword.

In an instant, the world changed, and a spiritual power storm raged.

The aftermath of both attacks spread out, causing everyone to look on in terror and retreat.

"Hmph!"

Seeing both sides equally matched, the Seed Puppet Sect ancestor snorted coldly.

With a wave of his sleeve, two massive quasi-Fourth Rank puppets suddenly appeared in the void.

These two puppets exuded a formidable pressure, instantly making the surrounding air heavy.

Upon closer examination, they were even slightly stronger than the quasi-Fourth Rank puppet previously controlled by Cong Jie!

"Attack!"

The Seed Puppet Sect ancestor commanded with a thought.

In an instant, two destructive energy beams shot out from the mouths of the two puppets.

The beams, like two angry flood dragons, carried endless energy as they surged towards Gu Yuntao.

Gu Yuntao’s face darkened, fully aware of the formidable power of this strike.

He quickly formed a magic technique, chanting incantations as the spirit treasure short sword in his hand blazed with light, growing to several dozen feet long.

The short sword emanated a sharp aura, surrounded by a layer of brilliant glow, as if a scorching flame had ignited.

For a moment, the wind howled, and spiritual power surged.

The short sword collided with the energy beams, producing a deafening explosion as if the entire world quaked.

However, at this critical moment, a black beam of immense power came from an unexpected angle towards Gu Yuntao’s face.

The black beam was extremely fast, like lightning, reaching him in the blink of an eye.

Gu Yuntao, realizing the danger, had no choice but to abandon his attack and switch to defense.

With the assistance of the two quasi-Fourth Rank puppets, Gu Yuntao was suddenly at a disadvantage.

However, at this moment, Gu Yuntao showed no trace of panic on his face.

"Shock!"

He executed a magic technique, his eyes shining brilliantly, the light like tangible sharp blades fiercely glaring at the Seed Puppet Sect ancestor.

In an instant, a powerful divine sense force erupted from his eyes, surging towards the Seed Puppet Sect ancestor like a tumultuous tide.

Wherever it passed, the spiritual power in the space was stirred into ripples by this invisible force.

The Seed Puppet Sect ancestor suddenly felt a chill descending upon him, as if an invisible hand had reached into his sea of consciousness, wantonly stirring.

His face turned pale instantly, his sea of consciousness began to shake violently, and a sharp pain spread instantly, causing him to stifle a groan.