The Destiny Villainess Wants Me To Work!

Those remaining outside had to fight the Pishacha army while simultaneously protecting the weaker members of the sect.

If the weaker cultivators rushed into close combat, they would only become liabilities.

Therefore, they quickly adjusted to their roles.

The weaker disciples began working as support.

They distributed healing pills.

Prepared medicines.

Treated wounded cultivators.

And delivered spiritual recovery pills to those who had exhausted their energy.

Those who possessed sufficient combat strength remained on the defensive line.

Before long, the cultivators had established an organized formation outside the sect.

Rather than allowing everyone to fight continuously, they began rotating their fighters.

One group would fight.

Another would rest and recover.

Then they would switch.

This allowed them to maintain their combat strength for a much longer period.

The disciples also abandoned reckless close combat.

Instead, they relied primarily on long-range attacks.

Yin energy attacks tore through the air.

Crescent-shaped slashes flew toward the approaching Pishachas.

Flames, lightning, and various spiritual techniques rained down upon the horde.

Some of the weaker cultivators who lacked powerful cultivation techniques relied on archery and firearms.

Arrows repeatedly pierced through the heads of Pishachas that managed to approach the defensive line.

Gunshots echoed across the mountains.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A few hunters among the sect’s cultivators demonstrated particularly impressive skills.

Whenever a Pishacha managed to breach the outer defenses, they would calmly take aim and strike its vital points.

One after another, the monsters fell.

Among all the techniques being used...

The Lunar Forms were the most commonly applied.

The White Moon Sect had cultivated these techniques for generations.

Their disciples were naturally the most familiar with them.

Crescent-shaped attacks continuously swept across the battlefield as the cultivators kicked in the air, cutting down Pishachas before they could reach the defensive line.

Song Meilin stood at the center of the formation.

As the strongest Golden Core cultivator present, she wasn’t merely participating in the battle.

She was also the overall commander.

She constantly observed the battlefield, issuing orders whenever a section of the defense became strained.

"Third group, rotate out!"

"Move the injured behind the second line!"

"Don’t chase the Pishachas! Maintain the formation!"

"Archers, focus on the ones approaching from the eastern side!"

Her voice remained calm despite the chaos surrounding her.

Whenever a Pishacha managed to break through the defensive line, Song Meilin personally intervened.

Her figure flashed forward.

Boom!

The monster was instantly blasted away.

She then returned to her position without wasting a single movement.

The cultivators around her gradually became calmer.

They had something they desperately needed in a battle like this.

Order.

As long as they maintained their formation, they could continue resisting.

But Song Meilin knew better than anyone that this was only a temporary solution.

She looked toward the countless Pishachas beyond the barrier.

There were simply too many.

Even if they killed hundreds...

Thousands more remained.

And somewhere beyond the barrier, deeper within the Frostspine Mountains, more Pishachas were still approaching.

Song Meilin’s expression became solemn.

’How long can we hold them back...?’

Her gaze shifted toward the distant sect.

The terrifying auras of the Nascent Soul cultivators were still colliding inside.

’We can only hope the battle inside is decided before this defense line collapses.’

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Back in prison.

As the battle continued, Su Mo gradually adapted to his newfound strength.

At first, controlling the sudden increase in cultivation had been somewhat awkward. His body was powerful, but his movements hadn’t completely adapted to the tremendous strength coursing through him.

However, Su Mo’s ability to adapt was exceptional.

Within a short time, his movements became increasingly smooth.

His sword strikes grew sharper.

His speed became more natural.

His control over his spiritual energy improved with every exchange.

As a result, the pressure Wu Taeyong could exert on him gradually decreased.

Soon, Wu Taeyong found himself unable to gain any advantage over Su Mo.

And there was another extremely annoying problem.

Dowblis Snake!

The moment Wu Taeyong left even the slightest opening in his defense, a scorching attack would come flying from some unexpected direction.

This disgusting thing was truly displaying the characteristics of a snake to their fullest extent.

He didn’t stubbornly insist on fighting head-on.

Instead, he patiently waited for openings, struck suddenly, and immediately retreated.

A single moment of carelessness...

And he would bite.

To make matters worse, Wu Taeyong’s Pishacha Army was rapidly being reduced.

Yang Qingxi’s curses had weakened them considerably, while Shen Kai and the others were slaughtering them at an alarming rate.

The situation was becoming increasingly unfavorable for him.

Wu Taeyong was under tremendous mental pressure.

At first, he had assumed that Su Mo must be using some kind of forbidden technique to temporarily increase his cultivation.

Such techniques always came with severe consequences.

’There must be a limit.’

’Once the effect ends, this brat will collapse.’

That was what Wu Taeyong had initially believed.

But as the battle continued...

He could no longer convince himself of it.

Su Mo showed no signs of weakening.

If anything... He seemed to be getting more energetic.

’How is that possible?’

Wu Taeyong’s expression became increasingly ugly.

And then he noticed another abnormality.

During their exchanges, his injuries had continued accumulating.

Yet Su Mo...

His constitution was simply absurd.

No matter what injury he suffered, his body would recover within seconds.

The wound would close.

Blood would stop flowing.

Damaged flesh would rapidly regenerate.

Even injuries that should have affected his combat ability barely slowed him down.

Exchanging injuries with this brat was completely meaningless.

It only put Wu Taeyong at a greater disadvantage.

Just now, his claws had managed to leave a deep scratch across Su Mo’s body.

Yet before Wu Taeyong could capitalise on it... the wound had already healed.

"Damn it, brat!"

Wu Taeyong finally couldn’t hold back.

"What’s wrong with your body?!"

"Why can you recover from all your injuries?!"

Su Mo’s eyes were filled with sharp sword intent as he swung his sword again.

"Ara~"

"Old ghost, do you have the memory of a goldfish?"

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