Ten thousand miles away in the far north, things were even more chaotic...
That place was desolate and uninhabited, with a hundred thousand miles of ice field. Both sides fought without any restraint.
Lightning crisscrossed for a hundred thousand miles, pouring down like a deluge, while the blood-colored demon banner bloomed wantonly with extreme brilliance.
Giant beasts fell, their blood staining the land red, only to be quickly hidden again by the whistling wind and snow.
Glaciers cracked and snow-capped mountains collapsed. Nearly a hundred great demons were actually being beaten into a pathetic state by a mere two people.
There is no need to speak of Lin Fengmian; wherever the blood qi of the demon banner passed, it was like a heavy shackle, binding the hands and feet of the great demons and making it difficult for them to use their various divine abilities.
Except for a few demon immortal spirit bodies who remained unaffected, the rest of the great demons could only dodge and retreat.
What they intended to do was drag it out and wear them down...
Wait for his spiritual power to be exhausted, wait for his essence blood to weaken.
Wait until he could no longer swing the demon banner...
However, what they never expected was that the Lightning Sword Immortal would be so overbearing, rampaging across the wilderness and slaughtering without limit.
The sharpness of his blade was peerless.
Even with the Little Azure Dragon of the Canghai, the demon immortal's true body present, manifesting its azure dragon form, it was still no match for him.
He was too fast.
His figure was like an electric current, weaving through the entire curtain of lightning. When his sword rose, it was like a lightning pool, its power surpassing heavenly punishment...
Furthermore,
His methods were ruthless, and his strikes were decisive. He always aimed to kill; as soon as he realized a target could not be killed immediately, he would instantly switch to another.
Simply put, he specialized in picking on the soft persimmons.
Those he targeted had no chance of running.
They either left their lives behind,
Or they had an arm or a leg severed and lay on the ground pretending to be dead.
The powerful great demons had strength they couldn't use and couldn't catch him.
The weak great demons couldn't outrun him and had nowhere to hide.
And yet,
That man named Lin Fengmian took the initiative to provoke and restrict several demon immortals, allowing the Lightning Sword Immortal to kill even more heartily and crazily...
After more than ten days of standoff, the battle had lasted less than two hours. Among the great demons of the beast god stage here, not counting the wounded, no fewer than ten had already perished.
More than ten?
In the entire North Sea, throughout tens of thousands of years of overt and covert struggles, the total number of fallen beast gods had never reached this many.
And,
As time passed, the casualty count continued to rise.
At this moment, they finally realized the situation the Demon Abyss had faced back then.
Faced with such a completely maddened lightning-attribute beast, the advantage of numbers seemed utterly futile.
It wasn't that the Demon Abyss was too weak, but that this youth was too insane.
Moreover,
Today, four thousand years later, his strength was nothing like it was in the past.
With just a single immortal sword, Startling Thunder, he could kill so frenziedly. If he were like Yun Zheng and held the divine sword from the rumored Xu Xian's Sword Tower, what kind of scene would that be?
While they felt powerless rage, they were also secretly relieved.
Fortunately...
That kid named Xu Xian didn't come.
"Venerable, save me!"
"Lei Yunche, if you have the guts, come at me..."
"Damn it, these two are both lunatics..."
Seeing that Tu Sisi's spirit body had never made a move, the Little Azure Dragon attributed the failure of the battle to this and vented his dissatisfaction.
"Tu Sisi, what are you waiting for?"
Tu Sisi pretended they weren't acquainted and acted as if she hadn't heard him.
"Do you intend to betray the North Sea?"
Tu Sisi replied indifferently, "I agreed to come, but I never said I would fight... Also, I'm not close with you, so don't talk to me."
"You..." The Little Azure Dragon, Ao Ba, nearly choked on his anger. His massive dragon head exhaled dragon breath, scorching the ice and snow into chaos.
Tu Sisi crossed her arms, looking triumphant, and continued to watch the show.
The other great demons were furious but dared not speak out. As for the other demon immortals, they chose to acquiesce.
The Little Azure Dragon was a rising star.
He knew nothing about what happened between Li Taibai and Tu Sisi back then. But they were different; they knew the inside story.
Back then,
In order to keep Li Taibai and have him help the demons of the North Sea escape their predicament, they had even done their utmost in secret to facilitate the matter.
There was an unknown past between the two.
Although,
Later,
Li Taibai left and abandoned her heartlessly.
But when it comes to feelings, hate doesn't mean there is no love, and a lack of hate doesn't mean there is love...
It was impossible to explain clearly.
After all, the Wendao Sword Sect was created by Li Taibai himself, and the two before them were his disciples.
In the end, the two of them should actually call Tu Sisi "Master's Wife."
The fact that she could even come was already quite good.
It was only natural that she didn't fight. Not stepping in to protect them was already her greatest loyalty to the North Sea.
Therefore,
They didn't find fault with Tu Sisi, nor did they expect her to help.
Although the current situation was deadlocked and somewhat troublesome, as time passed, no matter how strong these two were, they would eventually reach their limit.
Victory would surely belong to them.
Besides, the North Sea had not yet put forth its full strength.
As for the death of some great demons during the process, it was of no consequence. There were indeed a few too many in the beast god stage in the North Sea.
They also felt that it was indeed time for some to die...
...
The battle raged at the Wendao Sword Sect,
The battle raged in the far north,
And the East Desolation was equally restless. Before the newly risen Sword Qi Great Wall, the first battle had also arrived.
As the ground shook and the mountains swayed, black clouds rolled in.
Several beast gods led the way as terrifying figures charged. Behind them, the black mass of the beast tide was like a great evening wave, coming wave after wave, seemingly endless...
Bai Ze led the full force of the East Desolation to attack the Sword City.
Atop the high walls,
The disciples of the Wendao Sword Sect activated their formations. Row after row of sword arrays lit up with a hazy white light, the sword intent shrieking as it pressed against the beast roars.
Yao Xiqiao opened his eyes.
Yao Xiqiao stood up.
Yao Xiqiao drew his sword.
He stepped into the sky as if walking on flat ground, a single man with a single sword, heading upstream against the million-strong beast tide.
Only a lone back remained in the eyes of the thousands of disciples of the Wendao Sword Sect...
They were nervous.
They were panicked.
They forced themselves to remain calm...
A chaotic tangle of thoughts filled their minds.
The same question popped up:
Can the ancestor win?
The back of the Eighth Ancestor grew more distant until, at a certain moment, that figure as majestic as the heavens and earth was completely swallowed by the black mass of the beast tide.
He could no longer be seen with the naked eye...
Tension reached its peak.
Then,
A crimson sword light soared into the sky. The scorching flame turned into a line of fire, burning across the entire horizon....
Rolling flames tumbled,
Transforming into countless ancient giant beasts that charged into the beast tide.
The light snow melted,
The dark clouds churned,
The whistling wind wailed, carrying a heatwave mixed with the aroma of roasted meat.
The disciples on the city wall still could not see the Eighth Ancestor's figure.
But they saw it.
A fire sword intent was ravaging the East Desolation.
Dancing wantonly.
From within the million-strong beast tide, only screams and wails could be heard.
Yun Zheng's wind,
Jiang Wanyin's water,
Lei Yunche's lightning,
Yao Xiqiao's flame,
Lin Fengmian's blood banner.
And Ye Xianyu's icy sword intent...
All of these were known to the world, and naturally, the Wendao Sword Sect knew them as well.
In the battle of Yecheng, they had seen Lei Yunche's lightning, where a half-inch of it startled three saints.
In the campaign of the East Desolation, they had seen Yun Zheng's wind, which swept across the Great Desolation for three days.
Today,
They saw Yao Xiqiao's flame, blooming in the gloom and exploding in the cold of winter, lighting up the entire high city...
Strong!
The ancestors of the Wendao Sword Sect never disappointed.
They rose amidst slaughter and grew stronger in desperate situations. Though they lived in seclusion, they also stood at the peak of the Great Dao.
The flames swallowed the beast tide, and screams of agony echoed continuously.
The beast gods took action, attacking in a group.
"Who goes there? State your name!"
Yao Xiqiao ignored them, simply swinging his sword relentlessly. Several beast gods were completely suppressed; not one was his match.
Until,
Bai Ze appeared and took action once more.
"Little fellow, I am Bai Ze. You cannot stop me."
Yao Xiqiao's face was full of impatience. "Chirp, chirp, chatter, chatter. You're just a crippled beast, stop acting like a big shot. Stay and fight if you have the guts..."
He only wanted to kill them all and then return to reinforce the mountain gate.
"Arrogant! Even Yun Zheng wouldn't dare speak to me like that!"
Yao Xiqiao's fire sword reached the heavens as he slashed horizontally.
"It's not that he doesn't dare, it's that my senior brother has manners. I'm different; I have no class."
"Give my regards to your ***"
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