As for the ferocious beasts that had just crossed the barrier and rushed inside, their bodies suddenly stiffened the moment they entered!
An invisible power of laws, like a mountain weighing tens of thousands of tons, crushed down upon them ruthlessly.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
One after another, the beasts were suppressed on the spot by the power of laws, forcefully driven into the ground.
Bones shattered and flesh flew. Before they could even utter a scream, they were reduced to pools of bloody mush.
The fleeing cultivators suddenly felt the fatal oppressive presence behind them vanish.
Looking back, they saw a massive transparent barrier standing between them and the beast horde.
The terrifying beasts were isolated outside the barrier. They rammed against it madly, yet it did not budge an inch.
Inside the barrier, the beasts that had slipped through were already crushed to dust.
"Someone... someone saved us!"
"Hurry! Get into the city!"
The cultivators breathed a massive sigh of relief, but they didn't dare stop their feet, sprinting toward the Outer Realm City with all their might.
They knew this was only the first wave.
It was merely the vanguard of the beast tide.
Behind them, more and stronger beasts were surging forward.
But they also knew that with that barrier there, they could at least make it back to the city alive.
...
Gu Changyuan stood atop the city gates, his indifferent gaze sweeping over the roaring, thrashing beasts outside the barrier. His fingertips twitched slightly.
With a gentle wave of his right hand, a streak of flowing light flew from his palm, transforming into a pure silver spear.
The spear was about seven feet long, its slender shaft engraved with fierce runes. Faint light flowed through every rune as if they were alive.
The spearhead gleamed with a bone-chilling light, its sharp edge fully exposed. Above the tip, tiny spatial rifts flickered in and out of existence.
The spear shot straight into the high sky. The moment it reached directly above the barrier...
Hum!
A loud hum rang out, and silver light exploded.
The spear suddenly erupted with a dazzling silver brilliance, instantly splitting into countless tiny silver spears. Densely packed, they dove down along the inside of the barrier toward the beast horde below.
During their dive, the small silver spears continuously grew in size.
The spear phantoms, originally the size of fingertips, transformed into giant spears dozens of feet long in the blink of an eye.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Countless giant spears crashed down, smashing precisely into the beast horde.
Every impact triggered a violent explosion.
Berserk energy swept in all directions, instantly tearing the surrounding beasts to shreds.
Black blood splattered, and severed limbs flew through the air. Screams echoed one after another, resounding through the heavens and the earth.
In just a few breaths, the first vanguard wave of beasts outside the barrier was completely wiped out.
All that remained on the ground was a mess of beast corpses and thick blood; not a single one was left alive.
Atop the city gates.
The eight City Lords and Chai Zizhen had already arrived and witnessed this scene with their own eyes.
They were all dumbfounded, their mouths agape, completely speechless.
The senior's move was indeed effortless.
With just a single spear, he easily annihilated the first wave of ferocious beasts.
This level of power was simply terrifying beyond imagination.
They secretly rejoiced in their hearts, thankful that Gu Changyuan happened to be here today.
With the senior present, the casualties from this beast tide would certainly be much lower than any previous time.
The cultivators of the Outer Realm City also stopped to watch, crowding both sides of the streets and beneath the city walls. Seeing how easily Gu Changyuan slaughtered the beasts, their faces were filled with shock and awe.
Discussions arose one after another, but they didn't dare speak too loudly, afraid of disturbing this mysterious powerhouse.
Especially the generals and guards within the city; their originally tense expressions instantly relaxed, and their confidence surged.
With such a powerful senior holding down the fort, they at least wouldn't face the disastrous casualties of the past and could face the beast tide with more assurance.
Gu Changyuan raised his hand and beckoned.
The scattered spear phantoms instantly converged, reforming into the silver spear and slowly flying back into his hand.
He casually stored the spear in his storage space.
Then he directly sat down.
A throne appeared out of thin air behind him, steadily catching the seated Gu Changyuan.
The throne was pitch-black with simple lines that exuded majesty, perfectly complementing Gu Changyuan's black attire.
Seeing that their master had no intention of making another move, Mo Yingluo and Mo Yingyue also put away their eagerness to fight, obediently coming over to stand firmly by Gu Changyuan's side.
Gu Changyuan did not plan to make the first move for the subsequent waves of the beast tide.
After all, he couldn't stay in the Outer Realm forever. Since the Outer Realm City was under the jurisdiction of the Celestial Holy Land, it had to possess the ability to resist the beast tide on its own.
His presence today was both a chance encounter and an opportunity to observe.
He wanted to see exactly how much capability the eight City Lords and the cultivators of the Outer Realm City had in dealing with crises, so he could offer targeted guidance to help them truly stand on their own.
Seeing Gu Changyuan simply sit down with a lazy expression, showing no intention of fighting further, the eight City Lords were stunned for a moment. Then, an older City Lord was the first to react. He bowed and walked up to Gu Changyuan, speaking respectfully:
"Senior wishes to test our ability to resist the beast tide and let us handle it ourselves, so as to hone the combat strength of the Outer Realm City."
Hearing this, the other City Lords immediately understood.
Wasting no more time, the eight City Lords quickly divided the labor, each taking up their respective duties.
Four City Lords remained at the city gates to command, while the other four scattered across the city walls to supervise the deployment.
With a single order, all the generals immediately led their subordinates, methodically preparing to face the impending beast tide.
Orders were issued one after another, and the entire defense system of the Outer Realm City began to operate with high efficiency.
As early as the moment the grand bell had rung, massive spiritual energy cannons encircling the entire Outer Realm City had already been set up and neatly arranged on the city walls.
These spiritual energy cannons were pitch-black, their barrels thick as pillars and dozens of feet long, with muzzles shaped like the ferocious maws of beasts.
The barrels were carved with spirit-gathering runes capable of rapidly accumulating the spiritual energy of cultivators.
The rear of the cannons featured dedicated spiritual energy injection ports, requiring several cultivators to inject energy simultaneously to activate them.
The range of these cannons was incredibly far, and their power was astonishing. A single shot was enough to obliterate a Body Integration Realm beast.
If several cannons fired at once, they could heavily injure even Mahayana and Tribulation Transcendence Realm beasts.
They were defensive weapons forged at the cost of massive resources by the Outer Realm City, serving as one of their core combat strengths in dealing with past beast tides.
Not long after, the trembling of the earth grew increasingly violent, even stronger than when the first wave had arrived.
The second wave of the beast tide, trampling over the blood and corpses of the first wave, marched forward in a massive, overwhelming horde.
The densely packed beasts, like a black tide, madly lunged at the pale gold barrier set up by Gu Changyuan.
Using their sharp claws, fangs, and sturdy bodies, they frantically rammed the barrier, emitting loud bang, bang, bang sounds.
The barrier trembled violently, rippling in concentric circles, yet it remained completely indestructible.
The City Lord commanding from the wall shouted fiercely, his resounding voice echoing across the entire city wall.
"Fire the cannons!"

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for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?