Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

"It seems that this won't work. We must find a breakthrough!" Lin Fan thought to himself, with a flash of determination in his eyes. He suddenly raised his head, looked up into the sky, and tightly grasped the Qiankun Axe, as if he had made up his mind.

In this mountain forest surrounded by enemies, the enemy's spiritual power kept flashing, and the sword energy and magic were intertwined, pouring down on Lin Fan and others like a violent storm. Dozens of monks besieged them, and the battle formation was fierce, as if they were trapped in an endless Jedi.

Lin Fan glanced around and saw that everyone in the team was trying their best. Zhong Ling'er's runes had begun to dim, and Jiang Shuiling's blue water flow also looked a little dim. Although Jin Buke and Ye Wuhen were fighting back, it was obvious that the number of enemies and the continuous offensive made them unable to cope.

"We can't delay any longer!" Lin Fan's eyes became sharper, the spiritual power in his body began to churn, and he decided to give it a try.

"Everyone listen to my command and prepare to launch a counterattack!" Lin Fan's voice was like a huge bell on the battlefield, clear and firm, with a power that could not be ignored, as if lighting a bright lamp in the darkness.

Jin Buke immediately returned to Lin Fan's side, the sword in his hand flashing with cold light, his eyes burning with fighting spirit: "Lin Fan, I will follow you to fight!"

Jiang Shuiling and Zhong Ling'er also quickly moved closer to Lin Fan. Zhong Ling'er's runes changed between her fingers, and her eyes were full of trust: "Lin Fan, we are ready."

Ye Wuhen didn't say anything, just nodded slightly, his eyes calm and sharp. His body sank slightly, ready to burst out with amazing speed at any time.

Lin Fan took a deep breath, and the spiritual power in his body surged wildly, as if a surging river was surging through his meridians. He raised his hand, and an ancient black and white tower emerged from his palm. This was the Chaos Tower!

As soon as the Chaos Tower appeared, the atmosphere of the entire battlefield changed instantly. When the ancient tower emerged, the sky and the earth seemed to change color. An irresistible pressure spread out from the Chaos Tower. Strong spiritual power fluctuations radiated from Lin Fan to the surroundings, as if even the air solidified at this moment.

The surrounding enemy monks all changed color. They felt an unprecedented pressure coming down from the sky, as if a mountain was pressing down on them. The monks with weaker cultivation even found it difficult to stand. Some of them fell to the ground with weak knees, their expressions full of fear.

"what is that?!"

"How could there be such a terrifying fluctuation of spiritual power!"

There was a sudden cry of surprise from the enemy army, and fear spread among them like a plague.

Lin Fan's eyes were like lightning, coldly scanning the surrounding enemy forces. He shouted in a low voice: "Chaos Tower, suppress the four directions!"

The Chaos Tower quickly grew in size in the air, turning into a giant tower several dozen feet high. The black and white spiritual powers on the tower intertwined, as if the alternation of yin and yang gave birth to endless power. The giant tower flew down from the sky, and its powerful oppressive force was like a substance, covering the entire battlefield.

All the enemy monks felt an irresistible force, and were suppressed to the point of being unable to move, their faces pale. The Chaos Tower's suppressive force was not only an oppression of the body, but also a shock to the soul. In the face of this force, they seemed to be facing an invincible ancient god, with only deep fear and despair in their hearts.

"Now is the time! Everyone follow me and charge!" Lin Fan shouted, and the power of the Chaos Tower opened a breakthrough for them. He rushed out first, Qiankun Axe in hand, infused with spiritual power, and the axe light was like a rainbow, directly splitting the enemy's defense line.

"Kill!" Jin Buke followed closely behind, his long sword dancing in his hand, the sword light flying like a meteor, unstoppable. Jin Buke's sword was so fast that it was almost impossible to see the trajectory of his sword. The enemy only saw a flash of cold light before his body and head were separated. He was like a cold light, wreaking havoc on the battlefield, invincible.

Ye Wuhen was like a gust of wind, shuttling through the battlefield. His speed was so fast that he was like a shadow. The enemy didn't even have time to react before he was killed by his sword. He used his extraordinary speed to shuttle back and forth among the enemy troops, specifically killing those monks with weak spiritual power and chaotic command, and completely disbanded the enemy's organization.

Zhong Ling'er stood in the back, waving her hands continuously. Runes formed in her hands and turned into attack rune arrays. Under her control, the rune arrays burst into dazzling silver light. Runes flew towards the enemy like a meteor shower, repelling those monks who tried to reorganize and counterattack. Although her spiritual power had been consumed a lot, she still supported Lin Fan at all costs at this moment, without slacking off.

Jiang Shuiling's staff drew elegant arcs in the air, and the blue water surged like a wall, blocking the enemy and her companions. Her water spells were flexible and could be transformed into a solid defensive barrier, or burst out with a powerful impact in an instant to sweep the enemy away. Her eyes were firm, and she would never retreat in this battle.

Under Lin Fan's command, everyone worked together to launch a desperate counterattack. The Chaos Tower's suppressive power made it difficult for the enemy to move. Jin Buke and Ye Wuhen's sharpness pierced the enemy's heart like a sword. Zhong Ling'er and Jiang Shuiling's spells cooperated tacitly, providing the team with powerful defense and support. The enemy's formation gradually disintegrated under their fierce attack, and it was in chaos.

"How can they be so strong!?"

"Retreat quickly! We can't stop them!"

There were constant cries of fear from the enemy. Seeing Lin Fan and his men breaking through the defense line, many cultivators were already devastated. They thought that they could easily capture Lin Fan and his men in this encirclement and suppression, but they did not expect that the enemy had such a terrifying trump card. The power of the Chaos Tower was beyond their imagination and they could not contend at all.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!" The leading Nascent Soul cultivator gritted his teeth and shouted with a sullen face. He knew that if they continued like this, their team would be wiped out, so they had to evacuate as soon as possible to save their lives.

Under the command of this monk, the enemy army began to retreat, and panic quickly spread in the team. Many people did not even bother to form a formation and fled in a hurry.

Seeing this, Lin Fan's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness. He did not choose to chase, but took back the power of the Chaos Tower, turned around and said to everyone: "No need to chase, save your spiritual power in case they counterattack again."

Upon hearing this, Jin Buke and Ye Wuhen also stopped their attacks. They immediately returned to Lin Fan's side and watched the fleeing enemies warily to prevent any signs of a counterattack from them.

"We finally beat them back." Jiang Shuiling breathed a sigh of relief, her staff lowered slightly, and beads of sweat covered her forehead. She looked at Lin Fan with admiration in her eyes: "Brother Lin Fan, it was really thanks to your Chaos Tower just now, otherwise we would have had a hard time escaping."

Zhong Ling'er also smiled and nodded slightly: "Yes, if it weren't for your decision, the outcome of this battle would be hard to predict."

Lin Fan looked at everyone and smiled slightly, but the sternness in his eyes did not fade.