The hall was silent. Lin Yun had intimidated everyone with his immense power.
"The Red Ghost Sect's attack this time was well-prepared. Although the Flowing Cloud Sect also made arrangements in advance, we have indeed lost the initiative." He looked at the crowd. "Everyone, don't harbor any illusions. We must fight to the death. I, too, will not back down."
"He's just a Nascent Yuan Realm disciple. So what if he has some fame in the Flowing Cloud Sect? Can he really turn the tide?" A mere Nascent Yuan Realm disciple truly couldn't be of much help on the battlefield.
Lin Yun ignored them. He pulled Chen Nanfeng aside. "Family Head Chen, I don't need to say more for you to understand what will happen next."
Chen Nanfeng nodded gravely.
"I have the Red Ghost Sect's entire plan for attacking the Chen family here, but the mole inside is not recorded." Lin Yun began to mark several key locations on the map. These were all current weak points in the Chen family's defenses that the Red Ghost Sect was preparing to attack with great force.
Seeing this, Chen Nanfeng was deeply moved. "Junior Brother Lin, I never thought you would bring us such a crucial piece of intelligence."
Of course, of course. This is to ensure the Chen family can hold on. And more importantly, to win your favor, Lin Yun thought to himself, seeing Chen Nanfeng's emotional state.
"Family Head Chen, I will also fight alongside the others. We absolutely cannot let the Chen family fall into the enemy's hands."
With the information Lin Yun provided, the Chen family's situation improved over the next few days. But this state of affairs did not last long. The Chen family defended for three days. Casualties were heavy. Even knowing the enemy's attack routes, faced with the fearless Red Ghost Sect, the Chen family began to be unable to resist.
On a stretch of ruins on the south side of the Chen compound, Lin Yun sat alone. Before him, the ground was littered with bones and corpses. There were cultivators who had died defending the family, and there were Red Ghost Sect disciples who had died here as well. For several days in a row, the attackers had been nothing but cannon fodder.
He looked up at the sky. The power of the barrier was still there. The strength of the cultivators defending the Chen family was constantly being weakened, but the Red Ghost Sect's offensive was growing fiercer.
Lin Yun was covered in blood. Even he had suffered many injuries over these past few days. But he wasn't worried. The Flowing Cloud Sect's assault on the barrier from the outside was also intensifying, and he had a feeling that he was about to break through to the next realm.
"Senior Brother Lin." A cheerful voice came from behind. Chen Jingrou, her face covered in grime, came over with a lunchbox. She would bring him food at this time every day.
"Senior Brother Lin is so amazing! The Red Ghost Sect's minions have been beaten back again." Chen Jingrou looked at the corpses on the ground, her expression calm. She had already gotten used to it over these past few days.
Lin Yun picked up a steamed bun and took a fierce bite. "I don't know how much longer this will take. I thought the Flowing Cloud Sect would have been able to break the Red Ghost Sect's formation by now."
These few days had been an ordeal for Lin Yun. Has even Xiao Pingtian not been able to get out of Weiyang Mountain?
Chen Jingrou rested her chin in her hands, watching Lin Yun eat. The two were quiet, but it wasn't awkward.
Suddenly, Lin Yun put down the bun in his hand. He slowly stood up and took a deep breath. "Jingrou, go back, quickly."
These past few days, the Red Ghost Sect's attacks had followed a schedule, but today they had suddenly broken that pattern. Lin Yun immediately realized that the Red Ghost Sect was preparing a major assault. After so many days, they must have already found a breakthrough point within the Chen family's defenses.
Chen Jingrou didn't object and turned to run. She knew her strength was far from enough; staying here would only be a hindrance to Lin Yun.
At that moment, the Red Ghost Sect's attack truly began. As always, the black-masked minions charged at the very front.
Lin Yun held his sword in one hand, skillfully executing the "Seven Mystic Sword Art." Any black-masked figure that came within half a meter of him was certain to die. But the tide of Red Ghost Sect disciples was like an endless ocean; they were impossible to kill completely. Some were even decapitated by Lin Yun, yet their bodies' lingering obsession would not dissipate, and they would desperately cling to his leg, immobilizing him.
Blood splattered everywhere. A small hill carved from flesh and blood quickly piled up in front of Lin Yun.
"At this rate, I won't be able to hold on." He gritted his teeth and persevered. The Chen family had no more reinforcements to send.
Suddenly, he saw the figures of white-masked figures appear behind the black masks. Lin Yun's heart immediately began to race. It's over. Is the Chen family going to fall?
These past few days, he had fought one against ten, managing to turn danger into safety every time. He had thought he could change the Chen family's history, but... was it still not enough?
The moment this thought flashed through Lin Yun's mind, several minions roared and charged at him. Facing them, Lin Yun brandished his Cold Flame Sword. Wherever the blade pointed, flesh and blood were torn asunder.
"This kid is interesting." A white-masked figure looked at his companion beside him. "Is everything arranged on your side?"
"The Flowing Cloud Sect's reinforcements will be here soon. This is a bit of a headache. The Sect Master has already arranged for the elders to meet the enemy. We only have one hour. Let's make our move."
The other white-masked figure said faintly.
While Lin Yun was still dealing with the minions, the white-masked figures who had been hiding in the crowd suddenly launched a surprise attack. One of them wore knuckle dusters, and his sharp claws tore at Lin Yun's shoulder, mangling the flesh. If it weren't for his extraordinary physical constitution, that one blow would have cost him an arm.
Sucking in a cold breath, the hand Lin Yun used to hold the Cold Flame Sword was trembling.
"You brat, your strength is not bad. But unfortunately for you, you've met me. In the end, you're still not worthy." The white-masked figure sneered, even licking the blood off his knuckle dusters with a perverted look.
I can't hold back anymore.
Lin Yun's forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat. He had to withstand this wave of the Red Ghost Sect's assault and then immediately get out of here. The Chen family's situation was hopeless. They could only shrink their defensive perimeter now; perhaps they could hold on for a little longer.
The white-masked figure had probably guessed Lin Yun's intentions. "Kid, for a mere Nascent Yuan Realm cultivator, letting you show off here for so many days is already quite good."
The reason the Red Ghost Sect hadn't mobilized a large number of troops to attack this place was to lull the Chen family and Lin Yun into a false sense of security, making them think they could hold on for a long time. But in reality, in the eyes of the white-masked figures, Lin Yun, at the Nascent Yuan Realm, was not worth mentioning!
The "Seven Mystic Sword Art?" What kind of garbage is that?
Just as this thought flashed through the white-masked figure's mind, he was surprised to find that Lin Yun had changed his move.
If the "Seven Mystic Sword Art" was like a gentle, sheltered maiden, then the "Great River Sword Art" he was using now was like a grand and noble lady. Its momentum was majestic. With every move, it seemed to stir the very power of heaven and earth.
Lin Yun's eyes flashed as he looked at the white-masked figure. He slashed out with his sword.
RUMBLE!
Even Lin Yun himself was startled. To hide his true abilities, he had always used the "Seven Mystic Sword Art." He never thought that after not using it for so long, the "Great River Sword Art" would be so terrifying when unleashed again.