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Watching this spectacle, Han Cai\'s mind began to whirl with thoughts. He noted that these malignant demon transformations were markedly different from the standard demonic transformations he had learned about. This difference piqued his interest, making him wonder what other surprises awaited them in this battle.

The battle raged on, each moment more intense than the last. What surprised Han Cai was the fact that most of the rogue Foundation Establishment cultivators had undergone the same Malignant Demon transformation. They had grouped into small teams and were fighting with a ferocity that was nearly palpable.

On another front, the three enemy Core Formation cultivators found themselves cornered. The Eccentric Lightning Elder\'s Azure Treasure Ship had them ensnared, their attempts at escape proving futile. Judging by the continuous thunderous sounds echoing from the ship, Han Cai could deduce that they were under significant duress.

Amidst the chaos and destruction, an interesting pattern began to emerge. Despite the relentless onslaught by the cultivators of the Eternal Grace Sect, the enemy forces showed remarkable resilience. Even though the enemy\'s Core Formation cultivators and numerous Foundation Establishment cultivators had been reduced to less than half of their original count, the remaining survivors continued to fight undeterred.

Their relentless persistence, even in the face of overwhelming odds, left many of the attacking Eternal Grace Sect cultivators profoundly astonished. It was as if they were witnessing the birth of heroes, fighters who refused to give up, no matter what.

Suddenly, an intense whistle sliced through the air. The sound was so piercing that it seemed to cause a momentary deafening among the cultivators of the Eternal Grace Sect. The effect was almost immediate. Their expressions transformed, reflecting a mix of surprise and apprehension.

Seizing the moment, Eccentric Lightning Elder\'s voice rang out from his Azure Treasure Ship. "What are you all waiting for? Finish them off quickly! Trouble is headed our way!" His words, ringing with a sense of urgency, jolted the cultivators out of their stupor.

Upon hearing the shrill whistle, a dramatic shift occurred among the rogue cultivators. It was as if the whistle had ignited a spark of hope within them. Their morale soared, their resolve hardened, enabling them to momentarily evade defeat. It was an unexpected turn of events that added a new dimension to the ongoing battle.

In the very next moment, the tranquil scene underwent a dramatic shift. A multitude of crimson beams descended from the skies, casting an eerie hue over the sprawling grasslands. This sudden change instantly seized the attention of everyone present, leading them to momentarily forget their skirmishes and turn their gaze towards the newcomers.

The Eternal Grace Sect cultivators, engaged in the thick of the battle, found themselves abruptly frozen in place. Their eyes widened in apprehension as they stared at the new arrivals. They found themselves facing five additional Core Formation cultivators, each exuding a formidable aura that sent a chill down their spines. The impending battle had just escalated to a new level, and they could only watch in wary anticipation.

The group was helmed by a burly middle-aged man, his reddish complexion standing in stark contrast against the green expanse of the grasslands. Although his facial features were quite ordinary, there was an intimidating air about him that demanded respect. His aura fluctuated noticeably, signaling his late Core Formation stage. The four others accompanying him, despite being only early Core Formation cultivators, were no less intimidating. Their eyes bore into the Eternal Grace Sect cultivators with an undisguised fury that reflected their readiness to engage in battle.

The middle-aged man, apparently the leader of the group, bellowed, "Who dares to massacre the disciples of our Hidden Evil Sect? We demand blood for blood!" His expression grew increasingly fierce as he surveyed the battlefield and noticed the diminished numbers of his disciples. Han Cai, who had been observing the spectacle, found the scene quite amusing. He couldn\'t help but wonder at the absurdity of their sect\'s name. \'Hidden Evil\', really? It seemed more like a beacon calling out to their enemies rather than a name intended to strike fear.

This unexpected arrival and audacious claim by the group took the Eternal Grace Sect cultivators by surprise. They were flabbergasted, unable to make sense of why these so-called bandits had appeared unannounced and were hurling self-righteous accusations at them. The battlefield was awash with confusion, everyone unsure of how to proceed.

Amidst the chaos, a few quick-thinkers in the group shifted their gaze towards Fairy Fern Spirit, Xiaolian, and Fairy Ziyan, seeking guidance. Their eyes reflected a flicker of uncertainty, silently questioning the appropriateness of their next move.

Fairy Fern Spirit, renowned for her composure, however, appeared slightly taken aback. Her luminous, attractive eyes flickered with a hint of confusion as she assessed the newcomers. She seemed to be on the verge of addressing the intruders when a voice suddenly rang out. Elder Wei, who had been accompanying Xiaolian closely, shot forward from the crowd. His voice reverberated across the battlefield as he shouted, "Enough of your prattle! Your sins warrant death and beyond!" As if to accentuate his point, he swung his arm, releasing a streak of fiery light, three meters long, towards the opponents. The battle had resumed, the stakes higher than ever.

The leader of the new arrivals, the middle-aged cultivator, responded to Elder Wei\'s attack with a wrathful scowl. His eyes sparked with an iridescent crimson flame, a telling indicator of the fierce retaliation that was to follow. With a swift motion, he released a Red Devilish Qi, manifesting into an enormous, forty-meter-tall specter. The sudden release caused a thunderous explosion that reverberated across the battlefield, the sheer force of it causing the ground beneath to tremble.

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