In the far north, the frost and snow withered, and the horizon turned a somber, dark hue.
Even far beyond the North Sea, one could hear the booms echoing from the most distant reaches.
They sounded like the roars of beasts from a deep abyss.
Schools of fish near the shore swam deep into the ocean, and on the plains along the coast, thousands of birds fled the forests while ten thousand beasts stampeded away. Not a single track remained on the paths.
The beasts were terrified.
It was an instinct born from their bloodline.
Above the azure deep sea, at the very peak of the clouds, stood dozens of figures. Two of them were crowded at the front by the others.
They were clearly the leaders.
One of them wore a jade crown and a black fur coat. His gaze was piercing, and as his brows furrowed, a regal aura surged from him.
He spoke coldly to the person beside him.
"Two days and he still hasn't conquered it. Your brother really is a waste. With only this much ability, he actually dares to call himself a demon immortal?"
The other person wore dragon armor and a green crown over his bound hair. He stood with his hands behind his back, his nearly nine-foot-tall frame straight as a spear.
Faced with the mockery, his expression remained unchanged and his gaze did not waver. He replied calmly, "They are, after all, that person's disciples."
The middle-aged man in the black fur coat let out a cold, mocking laugh. "His disciples? Hmph... He isolated himself ten thousand years ago. Which of these two has even seen him?"
The youth in dragon armor remained silent.
The man in the black fur coat took a deep breath and said slowly, "Go. Help that waste of a brother of yours."
The dragon-armored youth lowered his eyes slightly and asked, "What if Sisi steps in to protect them?"
"Step in... will she?"
"Don't forget, the child of her and Taibai is still within that mountain gate. I fear her old feelings haven't faded," the youth remarked with a hint of sentiment.
The man in the black fur coat didn't deny it, but spoke with deep meaning, "What I want was never the lives of those few little brats from the Wendao Sword Sect. What I want is for that mountain gate to crumble and for its fortune to leak out. Do even you not understand my intent?"
The youth finally glanced at the King of the North Sea beside him with a rare side-eye.
After a brief moment of contemplation, he said, "I understand!"
With that, he took a step forward, intending to tread through the air.
"Tian."
The person behind him suddenly called out to him.
The youth stopped and looked back.
The man in the black fur coat said, "Don't let me down again, alright?"
The youth's gaze was complicated, but he eventually nodded.
He turned back.
One step covered ten miles, two steps a hundred. In the blink of an eye, he vanished past the horizon. Behind him, a group of beast god stage great demons from Canghai Immortal Island followed.
After bowing to the man in the black fur coat, they all rushed toward the distance.
Their numbers...
Were as many as twenty or more.
In just a few moments, within the black-furred man's vision, a giant azure dragon appeared.
It stirred the clouds and rain, tearing through the lightning that filled the sky.
It whipped up winds and waves, swallowing the endless crimson mist.
...
In the far north.
Tu Sisi, who had been watching the scene, suddenly grew alert. She narrowed her eyes and looked to the side, seeing an armored man descending through the air.
The two of them locked eyes.
Tu Sisi's expression was cold.
The man nodded to her with a slight smile.
Then,
He charged into the battlefield.
An azure dragon descended upon the mortal world.
"Brother!"
"Your Excellency..."
Sensing that something was wrong, Lin Fengmian swung his blood banner and shouted, "Senior Brother, watch out!"
Lei Yunche gripped his sword hilt. His gaze, sharp as lightning, shot toward the newcomer as he rasped, "You finally couldn't resist stepping in? Fine. I'll wipe you all out once and for all..."
Unafraid, he laughed and charged head-on. His sword rose toward the heavens, and lightning flooded the ice fields.
The newcomer said nothing, transforming into a dragon to fight.
The wretched Ao Ba, seeing this scene, felt a mix of anger, annoyance, resentment, and hatred.
Sweeping away his previous dejection, he charged forward. He was determined to use this strike to prove to the youth that he was not a waste.
"Brother, I'm coming to help you!"
He only wanted to prove that he wasn't a waste.
But...
It was all the fault of Lei Yunche and Lin Fengmian for forcing him to this point. He wanted them dead; they had to die.
A flash of panic quietly crossed Tu Sisi's cold eyes, followed by a feeling of worry.
She knew in her heart that the original stalemate would soon be overturned.
He had made his move, even if it was also just a spirit body.
But the two of them were still no match.
Furthermore.
He wasn't the only one who had come; dozens of other auras were approaching.
In contrast,
The two of them had no reinforcements. Lin Fengmian, who had been suppressing the demons, was already starting to show signs of exhaustion.
As one side faltered and the other gained momentum, the outcome was becoming inevitable...
She looked toward the distant battlefield beyond the mountains, which was equally chaotic, and whispered, "Is the Wendao Sword Sect truly unable to survive this catastrophe?"
At least,
For now,
She could not calculate or imagine any possibility of breaking this deadlock...
In a short while,
Over twenty beast gods arrived, making the battlefield even more chaotic and the situation more desperate.
Ao Tian spoke for the first time.
"Hit the old man first."
The great demons took the command. Unafraid of the banner's edge, they swarmed forward.
The old man swung his blood banner, but he struggled to withstand the onslaught of so many fists.
Lei Yunche was furious. "Ao Tian, your opponent is me!"
Rumble!
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Dragon roars, thunderous rage, and whistling winds...
Outside the mountain gate of the Wendao Sword Sect, the great battle had raged for nearly two days.
Outside One Sword Gorge, the thousand miles of mountains had been turned into ruins.
Springs were parched, creeks were cut off, rivers were broken, and streams had dried up...
Vegetation had been ground into dust, not a single green mountain remained intact, and the earth was cracked with crisscrossing ravines...
Those who had originally come to watch the commotion, intended to spectate, or even planned to fish in troubled waters had long since fled the battlefield.
They had moved far away from the Northern Borders, retreating all the way beyond Broken Sword Mountain.
The intensity of the battle had far exceeded their expectations.
The number of powerful experts involved had overturned their original understanding of Fanzhou.
If not for this battle,
They never would have imagined that a tiny place like Fanzhou hidden so many old monsters.
The spirit race, in particular...
People had thought they had long since vanished, with barely one in ten remaining. They hadn't expected that in today's battle, they would all come crawling out.
Those who were rumored to be dead had actually all come back to life after Li Taibai's passing.
There were also the Twelve Immortal Demon Caves, which had retreated to the East Sea and remained silent for ten thousand years. Rumors said they had long since withered away and had no one left in their ranks.
But this time, they had sent over a dozen tribulation transcendence stage masters and dozens of great ascension stage demonic cultivators.
Such combat power...
In terms of the number of experts alone, they actually surpassed any of the Three Sects.
Of course,
What they found most inconceivable was that under such an assault, the Wendao Sword Sect had actually held out for a full two days.
Whether the mountain gate had been breached or not,
They didn't know because they couldn't see it.
But from the sounds of it, they knew that the Wendao Sword Sect had not yet been defeated.
In such a desperate situation, with the whole world coming to attack, even the most populous Haoran Academy would likely have fallen within a single day.
And yet the Wendao Sword Sect...
Even after their sect-protecting formation had collapsed, they had managed to hold out until now.
It was simply a miracle.
And.
Don't forget.
Of the four remaining saints of the Wendao Sword Sect, only one was standing guard outside the mountain gate.
This Lady Jiang, who was known as the most brilliant and talented genius among the myriad races of Fanzhou in ten thousand years.
After several thousand years, she had once again stunned the world.
In the northern mountains near the Central Plains, the cities were lined with soldiers.
The rulers were filled with worry, and most of the commoners in the cities had fled toward the Central Plains...
They didn't know what had happened, much less what was currently happening. They only knew that for two days, the noise from the distance had never ceased.
In the far distance, the sky had never brightened.
It had to be immortals fighting, and fighting extremely fiercely.
Fearing they would be caught in the crossfire, they had no choice but to leave their homes for their own safety...
Chaos.
It wasn't limited to the Wendao Sword Sect, the far north, and Sword City. As time passed, the fires of war continued to spread.
In the span of two days, scenes of the world in turmoil could be seen everywhere!
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