ebonymovies Chapter 1144 Blood Fiend
Chapter 1144 Blood Fiend
Thirteen days passed in the blink of an eye. On this day, a powerful pressure swept across the demon camp, and the million-strong demon army, which had been in chaos, immediately calmed down.
At this moment, regardless of race or cultivation level, all the demonic beasts prostrated themselves on the ground. The lion with flames burning on its golden mane laid its head on the ground, the eagle with dragon scales spread its four broad wings, and the majestic black-haired giant ape knelt on one knee. The million-strong army all submitted to this oppressive force.
Immediately afterwards, four more powerful and vast pressures spread out, and the five Great Saints released their energy at will, sweeping across all directions and covering thousands of miles.
Thousands of demon generals and commanders rushed into the sky and scattered in all directions, taking out all sorts of strange pills and spiritual materials. They used the Blood Boiling and Soul Strengthening Secret Technique to condense blood mist, black energy, purple smoke, and green miasma, which were then absorbed into the bodies of the demon beasts lying prostrate on the ground below.
After inhaling the mist and miasma, these low-level demonic beasts, which had not yet taken human form, swelled up to varying degrees. Their eyes changed color, becoming blood red, pitch black, or pale white. The demonic aura emanating from their bodies became thicker and more violent, and they let out low roars, faintly mixed with a bloodthirsty aura.
Suddenly, a powerful voice reached the ears of all the demons: "All demons, heed my command! March forth!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the oppressive aura of the five Great Saints dissipated, and the demon generals and demon commanders rushed into the sky, scattering in all directions and ordering their demon beasts to go to war.
The million-strong army that had been lying prostrate on the ground rose up, the demonic birds flapped their wings and took flight, their dark mass like a dark cloud covering the sky. The beast tide began to slowly surge, the sound of hooves like thunder, the earth trembled, and they rushed toward the distant spirit realm array.
The five Great Sages hovered in the sky, looking down at the unstoppable million-strong army below. Even the Great Sage Devouring Wind, whose expression had always been cold, softened a bit.
The Nine-Headed Great Sage clapped his hands and laughed: "With the five great holy domains joining forces and a million troops gathered here, who can stop us?"
"The Spirit Realm's attempt to use the advantages of magical treasures and formations to protect the spatial rift is nothing but wishful thinking. They are merely sending us the Origin Pearl."
The Great Sage of Purple Hill glanced at the several handsome and robust demon saints under his command, a hint of pity flashing in his eyes: "But I wonder how many of these demon warriors will survive this great battle..."
Luo Du Dasheng said calmly, "The Spirit Realm army has a total of more than 200,000 men and has deployed two World Annihilation Warships, but without a Mahayana cultivator in charge, its power will be reduced by half."
"Liexiao City and Bachu City each have two purple-armored giants. Taixuan Sect has a shallow foundation and no supreme killing treasures. Its strength is weaker than the million-strong army of my Burning Demon Realm."
"However, this army of over 200,000 cultivators is defended by a great formation. If we want to win, we will suffer heavy casualties, at least half of them will be dead."
"But for the sake of the spatial shattering and the Origin Pearl, these small costs are nothing."
The lives of 500,000 demonic beasts were glossed over with a single, nonchalant sentence by the Great Sage Luo Du, as lightly as a piece of paper.
The other four Great Sages didn't take these 500,000 demon beasts seriously either; they had already reached the top of the Demon Burning Realm.
To them, low-level monsters are like weeds in the wasteland; once burned to the ground, they will spread back to cover the earth the following year.
Even the Demon General and Demon King are just trees that grow a little slower. Only the Demon Saint is truly worthy of attention, but in the face of a treasure like the Origin Pearl, it is not impossible to sacrifice them.
The Great Sage of Devouring Wind coldly said, "If we can win this battle, the death of some low-level demonic beasts is indeed nothing."
"I fear the Spirit Realm has other plans and has secretly prepared a backup plan, which is why they are willing to use the Origin Pearl as bait to make us watch from the sidelines."
"What kind of treasure is the Origin Pearl? It also contains a trace of immortal spiritual energy, enough to unlock the shackles of two Transcendent Mahayana cultivators in the Spirit Realm. Why would it have been kept until now as a wager in this battle?"
The Nine-Headed Great Sage laughed heartily: "Fellow Daoist Swallowing Wind is overthinking it. While cultivators in the Spirit Realm may be cunning, no matter what their schemes and tricks may be, they will ultimately come down to strength."
"The human race is arrogant and makes enemies on all sides, yet they still want to compete with my Burning Demon Realm for this spatial rift. For this reason, they did not hesitate to let a ten-thousand-year-old sect build a city on Tyrant Turtle Island, but they dare not fight us head-on."
"To do what is known to be impossible is the way to defeat. After this battle, it will be time for our Burning Demon Realm to launch a full-scale counterattack."
"As for that Origin Pearl, it should be Wu Yuanzi's treasure. If he is unwilling to take it out, those Transcendent Mahayana cultivators in the Spirit Realm would not dare to ask for it."
A hint of mockery flashed in the eyes of the Great Sage Who Swallows the Wind. He was about to retort when he suddenly saw the meaningful look in the eyes of the Great Sage Who Moves Mountains. Remembering the admonition of the Great Sage Who Suppresses the Seas, he shut his mouth, sneered, and turned his head to gaze into the distance.
For some reason, the Great Sage of Zhenhai instructed him and the Great Sage of Banshan not to reveal Fu Huaixiao's true strength. Although he wanted to use this to refute the Great Sage of Nine Spirits, he swallowed back the words that were about to come out.
The Great Sage Who Moved Mountains remained silent, gazing into the direction of the Spirit Realm's grand formation. His gaze seemed to span thousands of miles, taking in every move of the Spirit Realm cultivators.
The million-strong demon army advanced with overwhelming force. Demon saints, demon kings, demon generals, and demon commanders scattered to restrain their demon beasts. The sky and the ground were filled with the figures of the demons.
Although the five Great Sages would not participate in this battle, they still followed the army slowly forward until they arrived hundreds of miles away from the Spirit Realm Array.
For the Great Sage, this was as close as a stone's throw away, but under the isolation of the great formation, they could not see the scene inside the formation through the white mist.
The spirit realm cultivators and alien races patrolling outside the great formation retreated in panic. Under the intimidation of the million-strong demon army, even Nascent Soul and Divine Transformation cultivators could not help but feel terrified and fearful.
Thousands of demon generals and commanders were ordered to break away from the army and drive away these cultivators. They occasionally clashed, but the battles were short-lived, and they retreated without pursuing them relentlessly.
In a battle of this scale, the power of demon generals and commanders is extremely insignificant, and every wisp of demonic power is extremely precious and cannot be wasted.
The horde of beasts surged forward, and once the millions of monsters started running, they could hardly stop. Only when they crashed into a hard reef would they shatter into millions of water droplets, splashing out and shaking the heavens and the earth.
Just then, the mist that had enveloped the formation slowly dissipated, revealing the scene inside.
Two enormous, mountain-like warships hovered in the air, with an army of hundreds of thousands of cultivators standing ready.
All the cultivators had taken out their magical treasures and artifacts, and colorful spiritual light illuminated the dark red sky. Pure and profound spiritual energy filled this barren and gloomy land.
Chen Yuan stood with Elder Yuan, Wei Wushang, Liu Ang, and Wu Luoying, with their disciples and the dragon-human and green-mantis clans behind them, arranged in the formation they had practiced.
Although the dragonmen, green mantises, and human cultivators looked different, they stood side by side, nervously watching the overwhelming tide of beasts in the distance, waiting for the moment when the giant wave would crash into the reef.
Further to both sides were disciples from various peaks of the Tai Xuan Sect, as well as members of affiliated sects, families, and other ethnic groups, all mixed together in formation, fighting together against the enemy.
The Spirit Realm army is far smaller than the Demon Realm army, only about 20% the size of the Demon Clan army. They must rely on magical treasures and formations, and join forces with other races to maximize their strengths and minimize their weaknesses, in order to have any chance of fighting.
However, in the face of the terrifying sea of millions of beasts, the army of more than 200,000 cultivators was still too few. The only ones they could truly rely on were the two world-destroying warships.
The two giant ships have awakened from their slumber, their massive masts piercing the sky, but their sails are nowhere to be seen.
No gale could propel the heavy World Destroyer Warship. The Spirit Sail traveled through the void and chaos, aided by spatial storms and spiritual tides, and was now stored within a spatial magic treasure.
The deck was filled with palaces and towers, and huge crossbow platforms were set up. The dark, massive crossbows were several meters long and gleamed with a cold light.
The cannons on both sides of the ship opened, revealing hundreds of giant mechanical cannons, each about ten feet in size. The cannons were engraved with intricate spiritual runes and restrictions, and a faint spiritual light flashed from their muzzles, ready to fire.
This is the culmination of mechanical arts, powered by spirit stones. Although it is not as flexible and free as a cultivator wielding a magical weapon, it greatly reduces the cultivation requirements for operating giant cannons and crossbows. Core Formation cultivators can operate them, yet their power is comparable to a strike from a Nascent Soul cultivator or even a Void Refinement cultivator. At this moment, tens of thousands of cultivators from Liexiao City and Bachu City have boarded the World Destroyer Warship, while thousands more are scattered across the vast deck, standing behind the crossbow platforms.
The other cultivators were nowhere to be seen, remaining in the cabin to operate the mechanical cannons, control the array nodes, and add spirit stones, acting like intricate mechanical components that allowed the World Destroyer Warship to unleash its earth-shattering power.
The grand formation is the first line of defense for the cultivator army, while the World-Destroying Warships are two fortresses that will never fall. After the grand formation is breached by the beast tide, they will stand before the spatial rifts, unleashing the most dazzling fireworks and delivering a head-on blow to the demon race.
The low-level cultivators and alien races frequently glanced at the two world-destroying warships. Only such renowned killing treasures that shook the spirit world could slightly alleviate their tension and panic.
No matter how knowledgeable a person is, they have never seen a million monsters rushing in at once.
Without the World Destroyer Warship as a support, giving them the confidence to win, the cultivator army would probably have fallen apart long ago, with countless people fleeing in panic.
They were not ordinary soldiers who only knew how to fight to the death, nor were they the fearless demonic beasts on the other side; they were cultivators seeking immortality and freedom.
Few cultivators want to get caught up in a war where death is inevitable; even the strictest sect rules cannot overcome the will to survive.
The lower-level cultivators felt slightly relieved because of the existence of the World Annihilation Warship, but the high-ranking Integration cultivators looked solemn, and even their eyes revealed a hint of fear when they looked at the beast tide.
Ignorance breeds fearlessness; low-level cultivators are unaware of the terror of a million demonic beasts, nor do they know how this battle will proceed.
All they knew was that there were four Mahayana cultivators in charge, and dozens of Nascent Soul cultivators participating in the battle. Just two months ago, they had repelled the attack of the demon army and set up a massive formation stretching for hundreds of miles. They had a very high chance of winning this battle, which was why they were able to calmly stay here to face the enemy.
This is a widely circulated rumor among low-level cultivators, and it is also a message deliberately spread by the Tai Xuan Sect, Lie Xiao City, and Ba Chu City.
However, three days ago, all the Nascent Soul cultivators received an imperial edict to pay their respects to the four Mahayana cultivators, only to receive a shocking message.
In this great battle, neither the four Mahayana cultivators nor the five Great Saints of the demon race will participate. The ownership of the spatial rift will be determined by the outcome of the battle between the two armies.
The fragments of space that were fought over by both sides in the past were always decided in a single battle.
Neither the Spirit Realm nor the Demon Burning Realm wanted to start a decisive battle over a spatial rift. They intentionally controlled the scale of the conflict and would not endlessly mobilize troops. They accepted their losses without exception.
However, that was a battle personally fought by Mahayana cultivators and demon race sages. There has never been a precedent where Mahayana cultivators and demon race sages stood by and watched, letting cultivators at the Integration stage or below decide the outcome.
When the decree came out of Fu Zhen's mouth, the tent was silent. All the Nascent Soul cultivators were shocked, but no one dared to question it when faced with the stern or gentle gazes of the four Mahayana cultivators.
This is the decree of four Mahayana monks, and everyone has no choice but to obey.
But as they stepped out of the tent, a hint of worry appeared in their eyes. Could they really win this battle without the help of Mahayana cultivators?
Due to limitations imposed by magical artifacts and cultivation techniques, demonic beasts are generally weaker than cultivators of the same level, and they also lack cultivation resources. Consequently, the number of high-level demonic beasts is less than that of human cultivators.
The Spirit Realm has always relied on these two advantages to firmly suppress the Burning Demon Realm on Tyrant Turtle Island.
However, if the number of demons far exceeds that of cultivators, it would be enough to make up for these two shortcomings.
A million-strong demon army arrived, far outnumbering the cultivator army.
Among them are royal and holy beasts with powerful bloodlines. Their physical bodies are strong, and their supernatural abilities are also extraordinary. They are equivalent to cultivating both body and magic. They are not lacking in divine weapons. If a real fight breaks out, human cultivators will be at a disadvantage.
In the past, they could win by outnumbering the enemy, but this time the number of demon saints was much greater. Even with the support of the great formation and the World Annihilation Warship, no one dared to claim victory easily.
The cultivators who have reached the Integration Realm are the ones who lead their subordinates and fight the most against the demon race. They prepare for war with hidden worries, visit each other, and seek to join forces to defend against the enemy.
Chen Yuan, Wei Wushang, and Elder Yuan naturally did not separate. The three of them even visited Liu Ang and Wu Luoying, persuading them to join forces in the great battle.
Seeing the surging tide of beasts, everyone's anxiety had reached its peak.
The joy of gaining merit in the great battle was gone from Wei Wushang's eyes. His face was extremely ugly. He secretly transmitted his voice to Chen Yuan and the others: "The demon race is powerful. The five of us should separate later to avoid attracting too much attention, but we should not be too far apart so that we can take care of each other."
Wu Luoying said solemnly, "Fellow Daoist Wei is absolutely right. The demon race is determined to obtain the spatial rift. This battle will not end easily. Only by helping each other can we have a chance to save our lives."
He didn't say it outright, but everyone sensed the pessimism in his words, clearly believing that the battle was doomed to failure.
Elder Yuan sighed inwardly and reminded them through telepathy: "Fellow Daoists, do not forget that this battle is taking place right under the noses of the four Mahayana cultivators. You must not be afraid of the enemy and do not flee unless absolutely necessary."
As an elder of the Tai Xuan Sect, he could not be like Wu Luoying, who was afraid before the battle even began.
The others agreed, and Chen Yuan nodded slightly, but his eyes kept glancing at the four Mahayana cultivators in front of him, lingering on Master Fu.
With a great battle imminent, the four Mahayana cultivators, though not taking action themselves, appeared on the battlefield, positioned at the forefront of the formation to boost the morale of the army.
Four Mahayana cultivators stood side by side. Master Fu looked at the approaching beast tide opposite him, his lips still curved into a smile, his eyes gentle as always.
Suddenly, a cold glint flashed in Master Fu's eyes, and he said calmly, "It's time."
He took a step forward, arriving in front of the two world-destroying warships. He flipped his hand and took out the Myriad Stars Disc, formed from starlight. He raised his hand, made a hand seal, and placed it on the star disc.
The star chart shone brightly, radiating dazzling starlight that overshadowed the spiritual light of the magical artifacts held by hundreds of thousands of cultivators, filling the sky and instantly attracting everyone's attention.
Master Fu pointed his finger and made a stroke, and the starlight suddenly solidified. It was then cut open by a huge, invisible blade, revealing a crack that stretched across the sky.
Within the rift lay a hazy, gray realm. A colossal ship slowly emerged from the rift, enveloped in starlight, and descended upon this world amidst boundless gales.
This giant ship was entirely blood red, about forty or fifty miles long, and similar in size to the two World Destroyer Warships (Note).
On the deck stood a grand hall and pavilion with a unique style. Bronze spears were placed on the crossbow platforms. The mechanical cannons protruding from the muzzles on both sides of the ship were half black, surrounded by eerie demonic energy, and half blue, with intricate spiritual patterns.
On the deck, thousands of cultivators stood tall and solemn, all dressed in the standard robes of the Tai Xuan Sect.
After the giant ship completely flew out of the Starlight Gate, Master Fu changed his hand seals, and the starlight dissipated.
Master Fu retrieved the star chart and declared loudly, "This ship is called 'Blood Fiend,' and it will fight alongside you fellow Daoists. We will not turn back until the demon race is destroyed!" (End of Chapter)