Alchemy Sovereign Against the Heaven-Chapter 717 - 708 After Tonight

"No reinforcements..."

Hearing such words, the Cultivators in the city all turned ashen in an instant.

"Why?"

"Is our Sect going to abandon us?"

Two powerful beings from the Sacred Lands looked quite bad. They had just left the city to take part in a dangerous skirmish.

Now covered in blood and bearing numerous wounds, they had thought that all they needed to do was to hold on a little longer and reinforcements would arrive.

But at this moment, upon learning that no reinforcements would come, everyone’s face showed a feeling of utter despair.

"No! Impossible! I am the Little Wolf King of the Silver Wolf Clan! My father would never fail to send someone to save me!"

Suddenly, the Little Wolf King shouted in the crowd. In front of him stood a Silver Wolf Clan expert who had also just received a transmission from the Silver Wolf Clan.

"Prince, the Clan King has personally said that this Beast Tide attacking the city is of a scale that is rare in ten thousand years. Even if he were to come himself, there would be a great risk of perishing. He advises you to fend for yourself. If you can safely return to the clan, so be it; if you die in this Black Evil City, the next Clan King will be your brother," the Silver Wolf Clan expert relayed with a grave expression on his face.

"How could this be..."

The Little Wolf King was stunned, hardly able to believe that his father would abandon him.

"Why? Why won’t my father send someone to save me?"

It wasn’t just the Little Wolf King; at this moment, many in the city were receiving similar messages from their own families and powers.

Almost without exception, all were told to fend for themselves, with not a single family or power willing to send people to a certain death.

"Tonight, will all of us Cultivators of Black Evil City perish here?" Even the six Immortal Realm powerhouses now looked extremely solemn.

Even as formidable as these six, they had no confidence whatsoever in surviving against the tide of Monster Beasts.

"Millions of Cultivators are gathered in this city. If we have no outside help, after tonight, Central State will have lost millions of lives in one night. Millions of people... do they not feel any guilt?!" An Immortal Realm Great Power roared in anger, shattering a building not far away with a palm strike.

"Daoist Fellow, please calm down. At this point, it’s best to conserve some energy to maintain the Great Formation," another person urged.

"What’s the point of maintaining it? We simply cannot last until tomorrow under the assault of the Beast Tide."

"Everyone, follow me and leave the city. Before the Great Formation is destroyed, let us kill as many Monster Beasts as we can. Once the Great Formation falls, we will break through in one go, and we might find a glimmer of survival!" a Great Elder from the Sacred Land called out.

"Right!"

"Whether we live or die, it all depends on ourselves. What of our clansmen, what of our fellow disciples? When it comes to a real life-or-death moment, don’t they also abandon us without a second thought?"

Anger was evident on everyone’s faces. After tonight, whether dead or alive, they probably would not return to their respective powers.

"The Min Huan calamity will soon arrive. Millions of Heavenly Gang Cultivators are trapped here. If the reinforcements had combined forces with us, surely we could have been saved. Alas, all powers refuse to send even a single person to help. When Min Huan arrives, if all Heavenly Gang Practitioners only look out for themselves, how can we speak of resisting an external enemy?"

"It’s laughable. We, these millions, are despised by the world tonight, and no one comes to lend even the slightest aid. After tonight, regardless of life or death, I will sever all ties with my family!"

"If the Sect is unkind, do not blame me for being unrighteous. From now on, I, Chen Daoran, will no longer be the Divine Son of the Jiuzhen Sect. If I break out tonight, the inheritance of the Jiuzhen Sect’s Immortal Scripture shall be made known to the whole world!" said one of the Divine Sons.

It wasn’t just them; at this moment, many in the city felt resentful, seemingly ready to make an enemy of the entire world.

In such a desperate situation, with no one coming to their aid, even their Sect family members and fellow disciples seemed to become strangers, abandoning them.

How could their hearts not ache?

"Kill!"

"Before the Great Formation collapses, let’s slay as many Monster Beasts as possible, and then we’ll all break through in one go. If we can make it out, from that point on, we will establish our own tribe, free from any ties to the Heavenly Gang Ten Thousand Spirits!"

Many eyes reddened with fervor, shouting various cries before charging out toward the city’s exterior.

The roar of battle filled the sky, and under the cover of night, blood stained the vast expanse of Changkong, creating an indescribable scene of carnage.

"Boom! Boom!"

"Boom! Boom!"

However, unbeknownst to everyone outside the city, a blood-red figure was hastily weaving through the Beast Tide.

That blood-red figure was none other than Mo Wangchen!

Since he had left the city, he had never looked back, immersing himself in a never-ending slaughter.

His once white clothes were now dyed blood red, and the aura around him had not diminished in the slightest. It seemed the more he battled, the stronger he became. At this point, an overwhelming momentum surged around him, indicating he had reached some kind of peak state.

"The time has come..."

After slaughtering another horde of beasts, Mo Wangchen stepped back and made it to the front of the city gates, but he didn’t enter.

Instead, he levitated, floating before the city gate, took a deep breath, and looked down at the mountainous pile of bones at his feet. The number of cultivators who had died in the battle had probably reached several hundred thousand.

"Everyone, retreat back into Black Evil City!"

Suddenly, Mo Wangchen shouted loudly, his voice rolling out and spreading over hundreds of miles.

The battle seemed to pause for an instant, and a wave of shock passed through everyone’s hearts. Mo Wangchen’s voice carried an immense power that roused even those whose eyes were bloodshot with the frenzy of the fight.

"What’s happening?"

"Why retreat back into Black Evil City?"

"Could there be a plan?"

With confusion stirring in their hearts, everyone’s gaze turned in the direction of the voice. When they saw Mo Wangchen clad in Blood Clothes, their brows furrowed involuntarily.

"Who are you?"

"Why are you issuing orders on your own?"

From within the city, two Immortal Realm Great Powers were frowning, standing atop the city ramparts and looking toward Mo Wangchen in midair.

"If you do not wish to see casualties continue to rise, it would be best to retreat back into the city,"

Mo Wangchen said calmly, offering no further explanation. He then stopped paying attention to the others, and as he spoke, the already peak-level momentum around him suddenly surged even more.

An ultimate divine might filled the Void, causing everyone’s expressions to change.

"He’s about to break through!"

"A breakthrough now will surely draw down the Heavenly Tribulation, affecting everyone within a thousand zhang radius."

The crowd exclaimed as they realized that Mo Wangchen’s aura was on the cusp of a breakthrough.

"Everyone, temporarily retreat back into Black Evil City!"

An Immortal Realm Great Power stepped forward and issued the command without hesitation.

If Mo Wangchen were to break through at this moment, the resulting Heavenly Tribulation would also greatly strike at the Beast Tide. For everyone, this could be an opportunity.