“What do you mean?” Ao Ba asked, perplexed.
Lei Yunche said, “The world knows that since I first appeared, no one has ever withstood three of my strikes.”
Ao Ba laughed, mocking him. “Do you think your next strike will be the one to slay me?”
Lei Yunche shook his head and said frankly, “No.”
Ao Ba was speechless. “Then what are you posturing for?”
Lei Yunche looked at the rest of the demon immortals and beast gods, explaining, “I meant that if the third strike doesn't kill you, I’ll have no choice but to kill all of you.”
The gathered demons were confused, failing to grasp his meaning for a moment.
Lei Yunche continued, “Therefore, if you do not retreat now, they must all die.”
Ao Ba: “....”
The seven demon immortals: “....”
The gathered great demons: “......”
After a brief moment of dazed silence, they finally reacted, unsure whether to be furious or amused.
However,
Ao Ba laughed again. He had never heard anything so absurd in his life.
It was truly boring.
“You're an interesting man.”
Lei Yunche asked, “Are we fighting?”
Ao Ba said nothing, simply continuing to release his demon power.
Lei Yunche looked at the others and gave a very serious warning: “If you run now, there’s still time.”
Arrogant.
He was arrogant beyond measure.
How could these great demons stomach such an insult?
It was undeniable that Lei Yunche possessed considerable strength.
Before, they might have endured it, but now, the spirit bodies of seven demon immortals had arrived, along with the true body of one demon immortal.
And on the other side...
There were only these two saints.
What was there to fear?
Facing Lei Yunche's warning, they did not retreat but advanced. The might of the beast gods was fully released, and some even began to manifest their true forms.
In an instant, within this desolate land of endless wind and snow, shadows and light filled the air. A massive surge of demon qi soared into the sky, causing the heavens to change color.
Pale giant wolves,
Birds of prey that blotted out the sun,
Violent mountain apes,
Massive white elephants....
They breathed, they roared, and they were filled with murderous intent.
The mountains and fields trembled,
Ancient ice melted,
The malevolent winds grew fiercer, and the thin snow became as sharp as blades.
Ao Ba straightened his body, his vertical pupils filled with unyielding defiance. He provoked, “As you can see... years ago, you, Lei Yunche, swept through the Demon Abyss with a single sword. Today, I truly wish to see if you can sweep through my North Sea as well.”
Seeing this, Lei Yunche furrowed his brows. He looked back at Lin Fengmian on the mountain peak and said with a hint of frustration:
“Uh... didn't I scare them?”
Lin Fengmian was suddenly stuck between tears and laughter.
The world said that among the ancestors of the Wendao Sword Sect, Lei Yunche was the one who spoke the least, was the most stable, and hated posturing the most...
But those on the inside knew the truth.
It wasn't that he didn't like posturing; he was posturing every single moment of every day, which made it seem like he was just being serious.
Little Eleven had a saying that was very much to the point.
Invisible posturing is the most lethal.
The old man shook his head and slowly stood up. He gripped the blood banner with one hand and swung it to his side.
With a sharp whoosh, it kicked up a massive cloud of snow.
The malevolent energy of the demon banner, as crimson as the wild, spread across the sky and surged toward the northern heavens.
Wherever the crimson malevolence passed, all demons lowered their gazes, and those with lower cultivation levels showed expressions of pain.
This was the suppression of the Ten Thousand Demon Banner, the deterrent force of a Great Dao Divine Weapon that naturally countered the demon race.
Without waiting for the demons to respond,
Amidst the howling wind, the old man's eyes flickered with a fierce light.
He shouted.
“Then let us fight!”
The corners of Lei Yunche’s mouth curled into a knowing smile. He turned back and slowly drew the immortal sword, Startling Thunder, inch by inch, placing the scabbard on the ground.
Thunder rose.
The storm raged.
He said, “Then let's see who kills more...”
Without waiting for Lin Fengmian’s answer, he charged forward, carrying ten thousand bolts of lightning.
In an instant, space shattered like a broken mirror.
“Well met!”
Ao Ba shouted, his claws glinting with cold light as he met the attack head-on.
“Attack together! Crush them!”
The demons grew restless, roaring incessantly as they also charged in that instant.
The six demon immortals were not to be outdone.
Lin Fengmian arrived with his banner, crossing the snowy fields.
The great battle between the two sides
Was triggered in an instant.
As soon as the fighting began, ice mountains that had slept for ten thousand years crumbled and collapsed, and the resulting spray of snow covered the entire far north.
The sounds of explosions
Erupted one after another.
It was absolute chaos.
Within just a few breaths, Lei Yunche and Lin Fengmian were surrounded by the horde of demons, deeply entrenched.
However, some did not join the fight, watching from a distance and choosing to remain bystanders.
Of course, there were also some demons only at the eighth stage who turned and fled the moment the fighting started.
They were afraid that if they were a step too slow, they would be torn to pieces.
They were strong, demon sovereigns in their own right, but in the face of a war of this saintly caliber, they were ultimately just ants.
They still had
That much self-awareness.
Even if they were just watching the show, they had to stay far away.
Then there were those like Tu Sisi, who had come reluctantly just to make up the numbers and enjoy the spectacle.
At this moment, she felt it was none of her business. She stayed high in the clouds, observing the entire situation.
From her perspective,
In just a few breaths, the undulating ice plains had been leveled. Cracks in the earth extended from the center of the battlefield to hundreds of miles away.
Surging thunder,
Wailing winds,
The blood-colored banner.
And the figures of mountain-sized giant beasts, violently colliding within the chaos.
From time to time, giant beasts could be seen being sent flying, smashing through several mountains and spitting out hot demon blood before picking themselves up.
They would turn around and charge back in with a roar.
Foul language of all kinds poured from their mouths incessantly.
Hazy,
Indistinct,
The most pitiful was an old ape. As soon as the fight started, he was thrown out. He charged back in, only to be kicked out again, repeating this several times.
After the final time he came out, his severed arm could not be reattached, and he collapsed, unable to get up.
Tu Sisi murmured to herself,
It’s good to be young; he can even sleep through such a massive commotion.
A legendary chaotic battle,
A storm of blood,
The collision of sword qi and beastly might.
The clash of spirit essence and demon qi.
It was more than just magnificent.
Unfortunately,
The far north was a barren land with few living creatures; there were simply too few spectators.
However,
Although the far north was distant, the old fellows in Fanzhou could still sense the changes here.
Powerful experts secretly manifested their saint dharma bodies within the clouds, witnessing the battle from afar.
Others used special divine abilities to observe from tens of thousands of miles away.
Naturally, they saw everything.
The far north was at war.
Who would win or lose was still unknown.
However,
They knew that two of the Wendao Sword Sect’s powerful experts were now pinned down in the far north.
At least for a short time, they would definitely be unable to pull away.
The opportunity they had been waiting for had arrived...
Just as the fighting started in the far north, figures began to appear out of thin air on the green mountains outside the Wendao Sword Sect.
They came one after another!
There were monks bathed in golden Buddhist light...
There were scholars with an air of immortal grace and righteous aura...
There were old Daoist priests in yellow robes, holding fly-whisks...
There were old monsters whose entire bodies were concealed in black, red, and green robes...
There were also men with green faces and fangs, elderly women with ancient countenances, old eccentrics with the bodies of children, and youths with horns....
Some carried swords, some held blades, some shouldered hammers, and some wielded spears...
And many, many more!
Though their appearances varied, their cultivation levels were uniformly at the great ascension stage or above.
One,
Two,
Three,
Ten,
A hundred...
They were too many to count.
Their gazes converged on the mountain gate of the Wendao Sword Sect, their eyes filled with mockery and playfulness...
The tide of cloud boats anchored outside the Wendao Sword Sect, which had come to pick up their juniors,
Instantly fell into chaos upon seeing this.
The people on the ships cried out in alarm, their hearts racing.
“Isn't that the Buddha Child of the Buddhist Sect?”
“The Book Immortal actually came...”
“Look quickly, that old man is the Wind and Thunder Celestial Master.”
“It’s over, it’s all over. There’s no time left.”
A foreign cultivator of the sixth stage asked with a terrified expression and a stutter:
“Can the Wendao Sword Sect hold them off?”
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