Top-level Qi Luck: Leading My Clan to Cultivate

In a corner of the battlefield,

Lu Qiao's face was pale. Surrounded by three Second Order Late Phase Demonic Beasts, he struggled to hold on.

Had it not been for several Defense Artifacts of decent quality on him, plus his ample experience in magical combat, he would have probably been heavily injured or even fallen by now.

However, aside from his own dire situation, his teammates were in an even worse state; more than half of his team members were lost, and those who were still alive were all wounded to varying degrees.

The main reason they were so passive was that his team as a whole wasn't strong enough.

Even though his own cultivation was not bad, he only had forty people recruited in his team, and their powers were generally on the lower side. There were only two Foundation Establishment Late-Stage Cultivators, and the number of Foundation Establishment Middle Stage Cultivators didn't even make up half.

With such team strength, they were at the bottom of all teams recruited by the core disciples of the Zhenyang Sect.

At this moment, after battling with the Demonic Beasts for dozens of rounds, most of his Spiritual Power was drained, and there were several wounds on his body still bleeding profusely, leaving him in a state of extreme weakness.

As a core disciple of the Zhenyang Sect with the reputation of a Foundation Establishment Eighth Level, he was in quite a sorry state at this desperate moment.

As the fierce battle continued for half an incense stick's time, the occasional screams of agony around him made him increasingly anxious.

There was nothing he could do since his team was on the verge of collapse. If this continued, they were likely to be wiped out before any side had the chance to retreat.

"Damn these beasts!"

Just as he was cursing under his breath, the Demonic Beasts surrounding him launched another attack.

His expression somber, he watched the three beasts swing their massive tails at him from different angles, sweeping across at an incredibly fast speed, stirring up the Spiritual Energy in the air.

At this moment, Lu Qiao's face tensed as he hurriedly twisted his body, trying to dodge the terrifying tail attacks.

His speed was fast as well, but the angles of the beast's attacks were cunning, and the timing was perfect. Dodging the attacks without a scratch would be extremely difficult.

But he had no other choice. He had to avoid at least two attacks and use a Defense Artifact to fend off the remaining one for even a glimmer of hope to escape unscathed.

Otherwise, he might be seriously injured by these Blackwind Lizards. Aware of this, he did not dare to be careless.

As he moved, he hastily conjured up a Black Shield and poured in a large amount of Spiritual Power, positioning it in front of him.

He was very cautious. Having battled with these Demonic Beasts for dozens of rounds, he was well aware of the strength of the Second Order Late Stage Blackwind Lizards.

These beasts were incredibly fast, their huge bodies full of strength, and their attacks were extremely powerful, causing his spirit to tremble with every hit, making him suffer greatly.

While he was pondering, the attack from the three Blackwind Lizards arrived as expected.

He turned his body and, in an instant, moved a dozen yards to the side, narrowly missed being hit by the two tails.

"Boom..." a loud noise erupted.

The other tail slammed onto his shield, creating a shallow crack, and the tremendous impact threw him several dozen yards away.

In that moment, his body, like a leaf in the autumn wind, spun out of control and ultimately crashed harshly onto the hard ground, embedding him into a deep pit.

Lying in the pit, his face even paler than before, he couldn't help but spit out a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth.

The joint attack from the Blackwind Lizards worsened his injuries, exacerbating the already disadvantaged position he was in.

He felt helpless and anxious, but with the overwhelming power against him, there was little he could do for the moment.

Watching the Blackwind Lizards preparing to attack again, he couldn't help but heave a sigh. It had already been difficult enough to dodge their last onslaught.

How would he fend them off this time?

Rising to his feet with a restless heart, he watched the approaching tails of the Demonic Beasts, his eyes filled with determination.

At that moment, he channeled all his available Spiritual Power into the shield in his hand.

In an instant, the shield in his hands shone brightly, expanding a hundredfold and enveloping his entire body in its protective embrace.

In the nick of time, the three tails got closer to the shield, their tremendous force almost vaporizing the air around them.

"Is my nearly a hundred years of cultivation coming to an end here?" Lu Qiao thought to himself.

Just as the tails were about to blast into the shield, Lin Tianming and Hu Yuan suddenly appeared in front of him.

Each conjured their own two Defense Artifacts, blocking the tail of a Blackwind Lizard each.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Three explosive sounds rang out, and Lu Qiao felt a numbness in his palms, and like a kite with its string cut, he was thrown backwards, landing a hundred yards away.

He lay in the pit, blood at his mouth now darker, and his face even paler.

Feeling the force of the attacks that had just occurred, he noticed something out of the ordinary.

"The force isn't right. Though still powerful, it wasn't as strong as the last hit!"

Regaining his senses, he finally noticed the figures of Lin Tianming and Hu Yuan.

The two, along with Li Xiuyuan and others, observed the surrounding battle situation and then joined Lu Qiao's fight in unison.

They arrived just in time, coming to Lu Qiao's aid in his moment of crisis, each taking on a tail attack, and thus saving him from danger.

Looking at Lin Tianming's somewhat unfamiliar face, his expression mixed with excitement, a surge of post-disaster emotions overwhelmed him.