Wait fell from the sky. The red-clad woman looked up, her blue hair swaying slightly. Beneath her golden mask, a ripple flickered in her emerald eyes.
Demon qi surged from her body as she released the cultivation of an 8th-rank greater demon king. Wait was unable to advance a single inch further.
"A sword imbued with immortal aura in the hands of a lower demon... how truly interesting..."
Meanwhile, eight golden talismans took their positions, glowing brilliantly.
[Heaven, Earth, Mysterious, Yellow]
[Universe, Space, Flood, Desolation]
The golden runes lit up, and the formation light converged, merging instantly.
Inside the blue formation, another formation rose.
The Heaven-Sealing Trapping Formation.
With Li Qingshan at the center, it covered a one-mile radius, yet it happened to bar the red-haired woman on the outside.
By the time the red-haired woman regained her senses, the space before her was empty.
The aura was severed.
Invisible to the naked eye.
Inaccessible to divine sense.
Her pupils dilated slightly. Realizing something was wrong, she flicked her sleeve, knocking back the heavy sword Wait above her. With a stomp, the bridge gallery shattered.
She rushed forward, only to be blocked by an invisible formation wall.
Without a word, she struck with a lethal move.
Boom!
The sound was like a thunderclap, but the formation wall before her didn't budge.
"Damn it!"
She cursed under her breath, throwing punch after punch, each faster than the last, frantically striking the empty air.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!!
The sounds echoed continuously, filling the sky over the ruined town.
However, the expected collapse of the formation did not occur. Even with her full strength, even as the entire town seemed to tremble, the formation wall only produced ripples like water.
It was like drawing a blade through water—the flow never ceased.
"Damn you!"
After her initial shock, her emotions were overtaken by rage, losing all the nobility and composure she had shown just moments ago.
What formation was this?
Who was he?
Everything was an unknown.
At this moment, inside the formation, it was already a scene of blood and gore, a storm of sword shadows and blade light.
"All of you... die for me."
The moment the formation rose, Li Qingshan drew his sword and charged. He hacked at anyone he saw, slitting throats and cleaving bodies. The group of men in black retaliated instantly.
Led by three 7th-rank lesser demon kings, they pounced on Li Qingshan.
The area was only one mile wide, yet dozens of people were gathered there, including many experts of the sixth and seventh stages.
The battle was chaotic from the very start.
Roaring winds,
Blinding lightning,
Exploding flames,
Billowing dust,
And sudden ice, with rampaging sword intent.
"Kill him!"
"Slay him!"
"Leave him alive..."
"My lady, save me..."
"Ah!!"
With a thought, Li Qingshan recalled Wait to the Sword Mound, then raised his hand to pull it out again, swinging it wildly in his grip.
Green Lotus Sword Qi protected his body.
Extreme Cold Sword Intent charged forward.
Every time the hazy green sword intent fell, it was accompanied by the spray of emerald blood.
5th-rank demon masters died instantly.
6th-rank demon sovereigns were wounded.
Even the three 7th-rank experts could not help but avoid his sharp edge.
The little Book Spirit hovered high in the air, monitoring and directing. Even though the area was a mess of chaos and hard to see through, everything was clear as day before its Pupil of Insight.
Li Qingshan already had the upper hand. Now, within the cramped space of the formation, people were crowded together, and skills were colliding with skills.
Even though the black-clad assassins had reacted, they couldn't find the space to maneuver.
They couldn't find Li Qingshan's position and didn't dare to charge blindly for fear of hurting their teammates.
Caught in their own confusion, they could only watch as their companions died miserable deaths one by one.
As for that white-haired demon?
He was like a ghost in the night, a mountain spirit in a dense forest—traceless and lethal.
Chaos was right before them, and fear quietly took root.
They wanted to put distance between them, wanted to escape the battlefield, but there was no path to heaven and no gate to the earth. There was clearly nothing in front of them, yet they simply couldn't get out.
They were like flies on glass, hitting their heads until they bled.
"What the hell is this?"
"We can't get out."
"Who exactly are you?"
"Do you dare to come out and fight..."
Roars, curses, screams, and explosions mixed into a cacophony that filled the space.
In the corner, Chi Ji was stunned. She stared blankly at the smoke-filled world before her, still unable to process what was happening.
What happened?
What did he do?
Who is he really?
Is he actually killing people?
Countless questions flashed through her mind, and her thoughts became more and more chaotic. For a moment, she was at a loss.
She had originally thought he was joking, but now it seemed she was the fool.
She felt a bit moved—moved that Bai Mang was drawing his sword for her.
But more than that, she felt shocked. Although she couldn't see clearly, the formation and the sword felt strangely familiar.
Very similar to that person.
Except that day in the desert, the light had been worse, the sandstorm had been greater, and her cultivation had been suppressed, making her vision even blurrier.
She only vaguely remembered that person charging out like a ghost, heartlessly reaping those people's lives.
Just like now.
Body after body fell to the ground. But where was the killer?
He was nowhere to be seen.
Was it the same person? Or just a coincidence?
One was a human.
One was a demon.
How could it be the same person? But why was he so strong?
His realm was clearly lower than hers.
One bold guess after another, followed by one self-denial after another, made her sink deeper into confusion.
Li Qingshan quietly appeared beside her, ending a life. He flicked his sword and complained in a tone of disappointment:
"Waiting to die?"
"Do something!"
Chi Ji's eyes flickered. When she looked up, the figure was already gone, and sword light rose again. She bit her lip, and demon qi surged around her. Her killing intent hit the sky as she shook her hand, and an eight-foot demon spear appeared in her grip.
The red tassel on it was like fire, swaying slowly.
That's right.
She was a cultivator too.
And a demon general at that.
She could fight as well.
She had been protected too well and served for too long. From the moment she was born, it had always been like this. She had forgotten that she could fight too.
She charged forward.
Though she lacked technique, her bloodline was superior, her cultivation manual was a step above the rest, and the immortal demon spear in her hand was a rare divine weapon.
She might not be invincible among those in her rank, but she wasn't too bad either.
She engaged the enemies, seizing opportunities to strike.
However, she lacked a bit of killing intent. Her strikes were grand and flashy, giving off a vibe of all smoke and no damage.
While hunting, Li Qingshan didn't forget to observe her.
Seeing her like that, he sighed unnaturally.
"She really is just eye candy!"
A member of the heavenly demon race, a descendant of a demon god, a late-stage 6th-stage demon general, with an immortal weapon...
And when she fights?
She is either dazed or staring blankly?
She's like a damned accessory. Anyone who didn't know better would think she was a weak girl who couldn't even kill a chicken.
Where was the logic in that?
He suddenly understood the phrase his Senior Sister often nagged him with: "Flowers in a greenhouse are only beautiful to look at; they lack the resilience of wild grass in the wasteland."
It was just like a muscular man in a gym—all built with solid muscle—but if it came down to real strength, he might not necessarily match a thin worker on a construction site.
Looking good wasn't as good as practical application.
The gap between the two was just too large.
Losing the will to overthink it, he continued his hunt, aiming for the three 7th-rank experts.
He attacked their seas of consciousness with his divine sense via the Pupil of Insight, causing them to lose their focus momentarily, then used the sharpness of the immortal sword to stab them in the kidneys.
"Take this sword stroke..."
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