Chen Xun, Chang Xi, Black Tea, Fire Winged Demonic Ape, Four Dragons and Five Civet rode the Nine Prisons God King’s Demon Execution Chariot and flew through the Nine Heavens Spirit Wind Layer, following behind the Danzhou pursuers led by the Fengyang Residual Clan and Spring Mausoleum Lord Jiang Junwen.

The Nine Heavens Spirit Wind Layer would weaken the penetration of their divine sense, and between the Nine Heavens Spirit Wind Layer and the Storm Sea was a boundless sea of mist. Therefore, none of the Fengyang Residual Clan and the Danzhou pursuers led by Chun Lingjun realized that Chen Xun and the others were hiding in the Nine Heavens Spirit Wind Layer, tens of thousands of feet above their heads, coveting their every move.

The Fengyang Residual Clan was riding on eleven Cloud Meng warships that were unique to the Feng Hou Clan.

The Yun Meng warships were all refined from the bones of enormous sea beasts that grew in the Storm Sea. They emitted an extremely fierce aura of slaughter. However, the eleven Yun Meng warships were now in utter ruins, and their decks and sides were stained with blood.

The Fengyang Barbarian Martial Sharp Soldiers who could form a slaughter formation and their slaughter intent could converge into a slaughter cloud were no longer as valiant and powerful as before. The soldiers scattered on the deck were all defeated soldiers who were like stray dogs. Their expressions were panic-stricken and they no longer had any fighting spirit to speak of. At this moment, they were only trying to escape from the pursuers behind them.

Yang Yunchong, the famous general of the Fengyang clan who had killed Chen Xun in the sea of storms, was currently wearing a broken golden spirit armor and standing on the deck of the Yun Meng warship.

Yang Yunchong held the Heaven-mixed Divine Hammer in his hand. Although his face was as pale as a rock blown by a cold wind, his eyes were still filled with battle intent. He stared resolutely at the Danzhou pursuers behind him, who were only a hundred miles away.

Beside Yang Yunchong was a bearded man who was over a zhang tall. In the Snowdragon Mountain barbarian race, he could be considered a giant.

He wore a dark green battle armor and a flood dragon crown on his head.

Although Chen Xun had never met this person before, he knew that this person was the Feng Yang Clan’s Clan Leader, Feng Yang Wang Jinxiao. He could be said to be the strongest cultivator of the Feng Queen Clan in the past thousand years. Looking at his broken right arm and the bloodstains on his dark green armor, it must have been a battle before he led his remnants out of the encirclement of the Danzhou military forces and escaptured by the sea of storms.

Although Yang Jinxiao had been severely injured in the previous fierce battle, the golden light in his eyes was extremely fierce. There was a faint divine flame phantom floating around his body, and it was clear that he had yet to yield.

Beside Yang Jinxiao and Yang Yunchong, apart from a dozen armored and sharp Feng Yang generals, there were also 26 witch cultivators dressed in black beast skin robes. They must have gathered the remaining elites of the Feng Yang clan on this Yun Meng battleship.

Through the porthole, one could see that there were many women and children dressed in brocade clothes in the cabin. Chen Xun could even guess with his toes that they must be the wives and nephews of Yang Jinxiao, Yang Yunchong, and the others …

Seeing this scene, Chen Xun laughed silently.

“What’s so funny?” Seeing Chen Xun’s strange smile, Chang Xi asked via voice transmission.

“A few years ago, just north of this sea area, Zuo shi and I were chased by that fellow to flee. I didn’t expect that a few years later, the Feng Shui Wheel would return.” Chen Xun pointed at Yang Yunchong and smiled at Chang Xi.

“If the remnants of the Fengyang clan want to flee, they should also flee to the territory of the Wind Empress Clan. How can they escape towards Thundercloud Island?” Black Tea had long since noticed something strange, so she couldn’t help but ask.

“If the remnants of the Fengyang clan were able to choose their escape route, they would not be defeated.” Chen Xun chuckled.

“Did Chun Lingjun purposely drive the remnants of the Fengyang clan towards Thundercloud Island?” Black Tea asked in surprise.

Chen Xun’s smile instantly turned solemn as he coldly stared at the nine Dragon Fang warships chasing after the Feng Yang clan’s remnant clan more than a hundred miles away.

The Yun Meng battleships used by the Feng Yang clan’s remnants were all damaged, and many of the formation restrictions on the hull were exposed. A few of the ships could collapse at any time if they were attacked violently again.

As for the nine Dragon Fang warships that the Danzhou pursuers were riding, they were mostly intact. The elite generals’ divine sense was complete, and their battle intent surged like a tide.

The strongest combat strength of the two sides seemed to be incomparably different, and the number of elite generals was not much different either. However, one side fled after losing, and the other side took advantage of the huge victory to chase after them. There was a huge difference in battle intent and fighting spirit between the two sides.

Under such circumstances, Jiang Jun, the Spring Mausoleum Monarch, had chased after the Feng Yang clan for more than half a day, but he was still a hundred to two hundred li behind them. Even a fool could guess what their intentions were.

Although Thundercloud Island would not directly participate in the battle, Jiang Lingjun forced the Feng Yang Clan to the direction of Thundercloud Island. Even if Zuo Qingmu, Gu Xinyue, and Su Shousi, who were stationed on Thundercloud Island, still wanted to stay out of the battle, it was impossible.

Although Yang Jinxiao and Yang Yunchong were remnants of the Fengyang clan, their combat strength could not be underestimated.

At that time, who would benefit the most would be known at first glance?

If Zuo Qingmu, Su Shousi, and Zong Ya stubbornly defended the Kuilong Gorge and allowed the Fengyang clan to flee west of Thundercloud Island, Jiang Junwen would be able to find an excuse to blame Thundercloud Island in front of Emperor Xi Wu.

Chen Xun and Chun Lingjun had been fighting for more than a day or two. Chun Lingjun had already pouted his butt, so he couldn’t guess his intentions.

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Above the Kui Long Gorge on Thundercloud Island, Tian Wuji held a golden edict in his hand, his eyes shining brightly as he stared at the formation spirit shield that sealed the Kui Long Gorge. He raised his voice and said,

“Tian Wuji received an order from the Deputy Marshal of the Left-wing Army, Chun Lingjun, to order the Thundercloud Island cultivators to immediately leave the mountain and intercept the Fengyang clan’s remnant enemies on the east wing of Thundercloud Island. We must restrain the remnant enemies and wait for reinforcements. Those who disobey should be treated as enemies …”

Tian Wuji chuckled and tossed the golden edict to Zhao Cheng’en. “That’s easy to say,” he said. “It’s fine if you can guard Thundercloud Island well.”

Zhao Cheng’en took Chun Ling Jun’s golden edict and flew back to the Purple Night Golden Scaled Ship.

Zong Ya wasn’t afraid of Spring Mausoleum Lord, so he directly said those words in front of everyone.

“General Zong, don’t misunderstand Chun Lingjun’s good intentions.” Seeing the Purple Night Golden Scaled Ship fly up from Kui Long Gorge, Tian Wuji squeezed out a smile on his skinny old face and said, “With this great victory, several elites of Danzhou have already taken over the Feng Yang Clan’s territory. Chun Lingjun is stuffing his battle prowess into Lei Yun Island’s hands!”

“We appreciate your kindness, Spring Mausoleum Monarch.” Zong Ya said coldly.

“Could it be that Thundercloud Island is unwilling to serve Danzhou?” Tian Wuji asked coldly.

“We should have done it. We will never push the blame, but why did you come to our warship?” Gu Chengzhuo asked coldly.

“Aren’t you afraid that Lightning Cloud Island might not be strong enough? Chun Lingjun ordered me to stay behind to help you kill your enemies after passing down a decree.” Tian Wuji said.

Zong Ya, Gu Chengzhuo, and the others’ faces turned cold. They all knew that Tian Wuji was the commander that Chun Lingjun had arranged for them. They were afraid that they would secretly release the Fengyang clan’s remnant clan if they didn’t contribute.

“Ao!”

The golden and black scales suddenly flew up from the deck and transformed into the true body of a demon. The ferocious head smashed towards Tian Wuji!

Tian Wuji was shocked. He subconsciously jumped backwards and was about to escape from the Purple Night Golden Scaled Ship-Zhao Cheng’en laughed loudly and said, “Tian Zhong, you’re standing firm. We’re about to set off …”

At this time, the enormous black-winged lightning roc flew over like a black cloud and landed on top of Tian Wuji’s head.

Although Tian Wuji knew that the Thundercloud Island cultivators still didn’t know what to do to him, his heart was still beating wildly with nervousness after letting such a strange roc descend from above his head.

The murderous aura emitted by the Twin Demons and One Roc was even more terrifying …

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Yang Yunchong’s heart tightened when he saw the eight Purple Night Golden Scaled Warships piercing through the sea of thunder and mist.

The impression left by that battle could be said to be shocking. No one had expected that Gu Yuzhang, who was holding a mid-grade Dao Artifact, would lose so miserably in the sword formation of the cultivators in Mountain Parasol. In the end, it was only True Monarch Xu Zhilong who managed to redeem the Black Heaven Plate.

If he had a choice, Yang Yunchong would never face another powerful enemy from Thundercloud Island.

“Do you have no other choice?” Yang Jinxiao asked Yang Yunchong in an urn.

“There’s no choice. This is our only chance to break out of this encirclement,” Yang Yunchong said resolutely. “Jiang Junwen has a gap with the cultivators of Thundercloud Island, so he chased us to Thundercloud Island in the hope that we can kill each other to protect the interests of the fishermen. “But that’s precisely the case. Before we defeat the Thundercloud Island cultivators, Jiang Junwen will sit on the sidelines and watch. He will definitely not join hands with the Thundercloud Island cultivators. This is our only chance to break through and break out of this encirclement.”

Yang Jinxiao turned his head to look. The pursuers who were originally close behind them were now three hundred li behind. It was obvious that he wanted them to let go of the Thundercloud Island cultivators.

Seeing the two demonic flood dragons emerge from the sea of thunder and mist and roar in the air, their demonic pupils flaming with killing intent, Yang Jinxiao’s heart hesitated for a moment. At this moment, he saw a peak Dharma Aspect Realm cultivator wearing a cyan robe flying from the warship and shouted loudly,

“Those who commit crimes against Thundercloud Island will be killed without mercy! I hope you all will think about it!”

Yang Jinxiao’s face was filled with doubt as he asked Yang Yunchong via voice transmission, “Listen to what this person said. As long as we don’t enter the fog sea of Thundercloud Island, won’t they attack?”

Yang Yunchong knew that the gap between the Thundercloud Island cultivators and the Spring Mausoleum Lord was extremely deep, but he wasn’t sure if the Thundercloud Island cultivators would really let them pass through the edge of the Thundercloud Island.

“Zhao Cheng’en, how dare you!”

The Spring Mausoleum Lord was two to three hundred miles away. He naturally heard Zhao Cheng’en’s shouts to the Feng Yang clan’s remnants clearly. He didn’t expect that the people from Thundercloud Island would really let the Feng Yang clan go in front of him. He rose into the sky and roared with killing intent,

“Zhao Cheng’en, if you dare to have an affair with the enemy today, I will lead my troops to exterminate Thundercloud Island!”

Spring Mausoleum Lord was a middle Heavenly Human Realm figure. Although he was more than two hundred miles away, his shrieks were like thunder rolling in the thin sea of mist. They were clearly heard by the people who were confronting him at the edge of Thundercloud Island.

Although Chun Lingjun’s troops had no intention of pushing forward, the murderous aura in Chun Lingjun’s words was not adulterated in the slightest, making it impossible to question his determination to kill Thundercloud Island under the charge of collaborating with the enemy.

“Your surname is Jiang, if you don’t destroy Thundercloud Island today, you’ll be a dog!”

As the crowd was bewildered, a bell-like shout suddenly rang out from the Nine Heavens Spirit Wind Layer. After the thunderous shout, the clouds within a few hundred kilometers were wiped away by an invisible hand. The nine hell flame divine dragons roared and rushed over from the nine heavens. They opened their teeth and claws and pounced straight at Jiang Junwen …