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As the city stirred with unease, the Criminal District's Overlords and Long Gen emerged as beams of light, soaring towards the battlefield with malevolent intent. However, their progress was abruptly interrupted as the spell formation flared with a kaleidoscope of colors, unleashing a crushing force that sapped the strength of the Immortal Devil Sect Cultivators, including Ximen Wei himself. In contrast, the Green Lotus City Cultivators appeared invigorated, their energies pulsing with newfound life.

This pressure was a fearsome spectacle, seemingly possessing the dual effects of both enfeebling the foes and fortifying the allies, a formidable display of the Qi Techniques of Enfeeblement and Strengthening. The battlefield was awash with the swirling maelstrom of energies, a dazzling display of the forces at play, as the combatants braced themselves for the impending conflict.

Ximen Wei lifted his gaze, his jaw clenched tightly in determination. The spell formation had stripped him of his formidable cultivation base, reducing him to the physical weakness of a ten-year-old child. But despite the setback, he steeled himself and pressed on, making his way towards the exit with unwavering resolve.

Just as he was within ten meters of freedom, Ximen Wei suddenly stumbled to a halt, his face draining of color as sweat poured down his face. In the shadows, a pair of eyes was fixed upon him, belonging to a Level 2 Qi Trainee who had been lying in wait. The tension was palpable as Ximen Wei stood frozen in place.

As the current conflict did not permit the participation of Level 2 Qi Trainees, they had taken up station behind the battle lines, lurking in the shadows as vigilant guards. Their task was to strike down any who dared to enter or exit the city, prepared to defend their post with unwavering determination. Their presence served as a reminder of the dangers lurking in the shadows, a constant threat to those who would dare to defy their authority.

The Level 2 Qi Trainee did not discriminate based on age, nor did he care if Ximen Wei was a mere child. With a cold and calculated grace, he unsheathed his iron sword and took a step forward, stepping into the light as he emerged from the shadows. The weak rays of the sun shone upon him, illuminating his features and revealing his face to Ximen Wei.

As Ximen Wei laid eyes on his adversary, his expression faltered, a mixture of recognition and despair washing over him.

The red-haired Qi Trainee from the Song family stood before Ximen Wei, his eyes blazing with anger. His voice boomed as he barked the single word, "Halt!" Ximen Wei could sense the tension radiating off the young man, the aura of his fury palpable in the air. He knew that he was not in a good mood, and Ximen Wei couldn't blame him. After all, someone had wreaked havoc within the walls of the Song family's secret dungeon, killing countless guards and seriously injuring one of their Level 1 Qi Trainees.

As Ximen Wei's mind raced, he weighed his options. Should he deliver himself to the red-haired cultivator, or should he make a break for it? The decision was not an easy one, as both choices carried significant consequences.

Ximen Wei's mind raced as he considered his options. If he surrendered himself to the red-haired Qi Trainee, he was sure to meet his demise. The young man's expression was filled with a thirst for justice and retribution, and Ximen Wei knew that he would not hesitate to strike him down. On the other hand, if he attempted to escape, he would be placing himself in an even more precarious position. Despite being in peak condition and possessing a Level 1 Cultivation Base, he was no match for the young Level 2 Qi Trainee in terms of battle prowess or speed.

With these thoughts weighing heavy on his mind, Ximen Wei was faced with a difficult decision. Should he resign himself to his fate, or should he strive for the slightest chance of survival?

Ximen Wei's choice became clear to him in an instant. He would not surrender himself to his fate, not without a fight. With a fierce determination, he made a break for it, his expression turning savage. The young man from the Song family's expression turned ugly as he watched Ximen Wei flee, his eyes filled with offense. He quickly gave chase, determined to bring Ximen Wei to justice.

However, to Ximen Wei's surprise, the red-haired young man did not use his cultivation base to pursue him. It seemed that, unlike the unscrupulous Old Mao, he considered it beneath his status to use his powers to capture a mere ten-year-old mortal child. Despite this, Ximen Wei did not let his guard down, for he knew that the young man's physical abilities alone were enough to pose a significant threat. With his heart pounding in his chest, Ximen Wei pushed himself to run faster.

On the battlefield, Long Gen was locked in a fierce struggle with another Rank 2 Qi Expert. This expert was among the reinforcements from Western Wen, and he radiated a righteous and wise aura as he battled against Long Gen, who exuded a fiendish and demonic will.

To those observing the fight, it appeared as if the Western Wen Cultivator was an immortal locked in combat with the devil himself. The fight was a stark contrast of righteousness against evil, a battle between two polar opposites. The onlookers held their breath as they watched, their hearts pounding with excitement and anticipation. This was no ordinary fight, but a clash of ideals, a struggle for the very soul of the world.

Long Gen fought with reckless abandon, his veins bulging beneath his skin as he unleashed punches that threatened to surpass the heavens. His eyes gleamed with a devilish red hue, and the outline of a horn could be seen protruding from his forehead.

Opposite him, the Western Wen Cultivator was a vision of serenity, dressed in a white robe that fluttered in the wind. With a wave of his sleeve, he unleashed a barrage of magical techniques that seemed plucked from the pages of a fantasy novel. Each one of these techniques was imbued with the power of the immortals, striking fear into the hearts of all who beheld them. As the two fighters clashed, it was clear that this was a battle for the ages, one that would be remembered for generations to come.

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