sjar Chapter 438 The Ultimate Challenge Forges Peace
Chapter 438 The Ultimate Challenge Forges Peace
Black light tore through the sky, as if the gates of hell were slowly opening, with evil energy spreading everywhere.
I felt a blur before my eyes, as if my blood was flowing backwards, and my heart was pounding against my eardrums.
The air became salty and heavy, as if even breathing carried the smell of rust.
I instinctively took a half step back, but Wen Chen immediately grabbed my hand.
"Don't back down," he said, his voice low and firm, as if it could pierce through the boundless chaos.
"We cannot back down."
The moment the altar exploded, the blood-red light transformed into demonic shadows, and countless crimson, twisted runes emerged from all directions, hovering in mid-air, rotating and coalescing, as if... some kind of enormous summoning array was being completed.
"Protect the altar!" the Wind Demon King roared, his figure as swift as a dragon, instantly appearing in front, wielding his jet-black battle blade, shattering the first wave of charging demons.
I heard the crisp sound of bones being chopped, and the wails of monsters echoed in my ears.
Demon Flame followed closely behind, like a bloodthirsty tiger, pouncing directly into the battle formation, each punch crackling with lightning, each palm cleaving mountains.
"You traitors! If you don't want peace, then come at me! My demon race will take you all!" Demon Flame roared, his eyes burning with overwhelming fighting spirit.
I saw a three-eyed giant wolf descend from the sky. The oppressive feeling made my throat dry. In the blink of an eye, it pounced on the Wind Demon King, leaving a trail of afterimages under its claws. Its aura was terrifying.
The Wind Demon King tilted his head slightly, a dark wound slashed across his shoulder, and blood mist instantly filled his back.
Instead of retreating, he roared angrily, swung his sword back, and cleaved the giant wolf's jaw in two, blood raining down.
But there were too many enemies, like dark clouds pressing down on the city. Every corner was stained with thick, inky black shadows by evil spirits. I couldn't even tell where the enemy's front line was or where our last line of defense was.
"Form ranks! Protect the core!"
With a flick of his sleeve, Wen Chen sent several golden talismans flying from his palm, forming a magnificent and steadfast protective array.
The immortal disciples began to form an array, but—
"Where is Immortal Li? Where is Immortal Li?!" I looked around the crowd but couldn't find that arrogant face anywhere.
Fairy Zhao held the talisman, her divine sense rapidly searching her surroundings. After a moment, her face turned grim as she transmitted her voice to me: "He... escaped. He fled through the side door."
My blood was churning, and I was almost driven to the brink of madness—Master Li!
With white hair and beard, yet utterly lacking in responsibility, at a moment when peace determined life and death, he actually... deserted his post.
I dared not show too much of my emotions, so I turned around and shouted, "Those who are forming the formation, continue forming the formation! Do not panic! Elders, listen to my orders!"
All that responded to me was the chaotic and disorganized Celestial Clan defenses.
Some people were already paralyzed with fear and sat on the ground, some were still running around looking for people, and some were completely bewildered, just instinctively waving their magical artifacts to defend themselves from the impact.
I looked at Elder Sun, who was standing on a floating rock, his face pale, protected by a blue aura, but he hesitated to join the battle.
"Elder Sun, what are you still hesitating for?!" I shouted angrily.
His lips trembled. "This...this is no ordinary demon...this feels like the aura of an ancient calamity...can we really win?"
I really wanted to rush up and slap him awake, but I didn't have time to waste on this hesitation. I just growled, "If you don't dare to come up, then get out of the way."
Elder Sun was startled, lowered his head and remained silent, but still did not make a move.
Zhao Xianzi was extremely anxious. She used one hand to make talismans to save people and the other hand to continuously feed medicine with spirit spring talismans, but there were too many wounded and she simply couldn't keep up.
"Fairy Zhao!" I rushed over, borrowed a batch of talismans and handed them to her, "Use these, I'll send people to help you."
Zhao Xianzi looked grateful, but also exhausted. She held up her dusty long sleeves and whispered, "No matter what, I will stay... I don't want to see anyone else die."
I nodded vigorously, turned around and charged back into the battle, gripping the Soul Bone Sword tightly in my hand, its mystical light surging.
The evil magic circle was complete, and a colossal figure engulfed in black flames slowly emerged from its center, its face contorted in a ferocious grimace as it looked down upon us, laughing incessantly: "You're nothing but burying your heads in the sand! Peace? You're not worthy to talk about it! You're just afraid of dying!"
"Shut up!!" Mo Yan roared to the sky, a pair of blood wings appeared on his back, and his spiritual pressure surged, as if he had awakened some kind of bloodline power.
He rushed into the center of the giant shadow and plunged his bare hand into its abdomen, but—it was just an illusion!
"It's a clone!" I blurted out.
Almost simultaneously, five black beams of light struck down from several mountain peaks, blasting through the defenses of the Immortal Clan, the Demon Clan, and the neutral camps of both clans.
The Wind Demon King knelt on one knee, exclaiming, "It's... a five-way collaboration!"
He rose to his feet, leaning on his knife, blood dripping from his forehead, yet he laughed heartily: "Interesting! The more I fight, the more excited I get!"
"We can't afford to be passive anymore!" I gritted my teeth and looked in Wen Chen's direction.
But just as I was about to speak, a cold wind brushed past my ear, and something was approaching—
Wen Chen hovered high in the air, his black hair fluttering wildly, his robes shimmering with a celestial light like wind and snow. In the chaotic night, his voice sounded like a judgment from the heavens:
"Since the immortals and demons have agreed to peace, I will not allow all of this to be easily destroyed."
Before his voice had even faded, a pale rift of light suddenly appeared on the horizon, as if a god had been angered.
I gripped the Soul Bone Sword tightly, lightning erupted beneath my feet, and I leaped into the air: "Since they have no interest in reasoning..."
Before I could finish speaking, suddenly—a hundred-foot-long metal pillar burst forth from the ground, covered in runes, as if some ancient seal had been forcibly broken.
Wen Chen frowned: "This is bad, this is..."
The Wind Demon King also suddenly looked up, his throat bobbing: "Ancient Abyss Sealing Pillar... how could it be here?"
Amidst the turbulent energy, the pillar suddenly shattered, and black mist surged out like a tide, engulfing half the sky.
My gaze was fixed on that swirling black hole, where something seemed to be hidden... familiar yet strange—
"This aura... it's somewhat similar to..."
"They've arrived." Wen Chen suddenly spoke, his expression even more grim than before.
I felt like my heart was about to jump out of my throat!
The black mist churned and rolled, like a pot of boiling asphalt, emitting a nauseating stench.
I could even feel that evil force corroding my skin; it was chilling, like countless ants gnawing at my bones.
"This feeling... is terrible!" I couldn't help but growl, my palms were covered in cold sweat, and the Soul Bone Sword was buzzing, as if it was trembling with fear.
Wen Chen grabbed my hand. His hand was warm, like a piece of warm jade, which made me feel a little more at ease.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here," he said briefly, his gaze fixed on the churning black mist, his expression frighteningly solemn.
I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down.
afraid?
When have I, Xiao Yao, ever been afraid!
Even if the gates of hell open, I'll still brave them!
"Demon Flame! Wind Demon King!" I shouted, my voice weak amidst the deafening roar, but I saw them all looking in my direction, their eyes flashing with the same determination.
"Fight side by side!" the Wind Demon King roared, his voice hoarse yet full of power.
"Kill!" Demon Flame responded briefly and forcefully. His blood wings spread out completely, like two burning flags, shining brightly against the backdrop of the black mist.
Me, Wen Chen, Mo Yan, and Feng Mo Wang, the four of us standing together are like four pillars supporting the sky, resisting the overwhelming darkness.
The warriors of the immortals and demons gradually regained their composure. They were no longer panicked, but instead united closely to form an unbreakable defensive line.
"For peace!" Countless immortal and demon warriors responded, their voices converging into a powerful force that shook the entire world.
The battle was exceptionally fierce. I wielded the Soul Bone Sword, cutting the charging demons into pieces time and time again.
I felt my body was numb; only the belief in my heart sustained me as I continued to fight.
Wen Chen was like a war god, his immortal sword flashing with dazzling light, each swing taking away a swarm of evil spirits.
His figure moved through the black mist like a bolt of lightning, illuminating the entire battlefield.
I saw Mo Yan being struck by a huge monster, spitting out blood, but he did not fall down. Instead, he roared and charged forward again.
The Wind Demon King was also seriously injured, but he still stood tall, like a majestic mountain, protecting his people behind him.
I was deeply shocked. I had never seen such a fierce battle, nor such a steadfast belief.
I know we can't lose, we must win!
Just then, a huge figure suddenly appeared from the churning black mist.
The figure's face was obscured, but it exuded a suffocating aura of power.
I felt a powerful force approaching, and it became difficult for me to breathe.
"It's it! It's it!" The Wind Demon King's voice trembled.
"What?" I asked eagerly.
"The guardian of the ancient abyss..." the Wind Demon King said with difficulty, "It...it has been released..."
My heart sank, and a feeling of despair welled up inside me.
The guardians of the ancient abyss are legendary beings, possessing world-destroying power.
Can we really defeat it?
Wen Chen gripped my hand tightly; his hand was still warm, giving me a sense of strength.
He looked at me with a firm yet gentle gaze.
"Don't be afraid, we'll face this together."
I nodded, and the fear in my heart gradually dissipated.
Yes, I still have Wen Chen and my partners. Together, we can definitely overcome anything!
At this critical moment, I felt a powerful force surge within me.
My body radiated a dazzling light, and the Soul Bone Sword emitted a buzzing sound.
"This is..." I looked at my hands in surprise, feeling a surge of power within me.
Wen Chen looked at me, "You...you've broken through!"
I was stunned for a moment, and then I realized that I had broken through the bottleneck and reached a new level.
I felt full of power, as if I could control everything.
I raised the Soul Bone Sword high, and a dazzling light shot into the sky, illuminating the entire battlefield.
I feel like a god, possessing supreme power.
"Come on!" I shouted at the enormous figure, "Let me see just how strong you really are!"
Wen Chen looked at me, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"It seems we have a new adventure to begin."
I looked at him, my heart filled with anticipation.
Mysterious magic, a new journey, Wen Chen and I will continue to walk hand in hand.
"It is said that the immortal technique..." I was about to speak when I suddenly felt the earth tremble, and a loud bang came from afar...