Chapter 13967 Demon-Suppressing Disc
Chapter 13967 Demon-Suppressing Disc
As soon as these powerful figures from the Demon Sea appeared, they charged into the Great Town Dynasty's camp like tigers descending a mountain.
The powerful figures of the Demon Sea and the warriors of the Great Town Dynasty instantly engaged in a fierce battle.
For a moment, the flashes of swords and the shouts of killing were deafening.
Although the warriors of the Great Town Dynasty fought valiantly, they gradually became overwhelmed by the powerful offensive of the demon sea's strongmen.
A general from a great town dynasty brandished his broadsword and slashed at a powerful demon from the Demon Sea.
The broadsword whistled through the air, its force heavy and powerful.
However, the powerful demon from the Demon Sea simply waved his hand, and a black light shot out from his hand, instantly knocking the greatsword away.
Immediately afterwards, he flashed in front of the general and punched him in the chest.
The general's body flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashed heavily to the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood, and could no longer get up.
The situation is now clear: the Demon Sea faction has completely overwhelmed the Great Town Dynasty in terms of both numbers and strength.
The morale of the warriors of the Great Town Dynasty plummeted to its lowest point under this powerful offensive.
Their eyes were filled with fear and despair, like a flock of lambs to the slaughter, forced to watch helplessly as the enemy slaughtered them at will.
The boy walked with steady and firm steps toward the Demon Sea's stronghold.
His posture was as upright as a pine tree, and with each step he took, it seemed as if he were stepping on the hearts of the warriors of the Great Town Dynasty, and as if he were announcing the end of this war.
His eyes revealed a confidence and domineering aura, as if everything in the world was under his control.
The longsword in his hand gleamed with a cold light, and runes flowed faintly across its blade, as if it contained boundless power.
Not far away, the girl was still playing with the doll in her hand, which rolled around in her fair hands, making a soft sound.
She seemed indifferent to everything around her, or rather, she didn't need to care about anything at all.
In her mind, the Demon King boy alone could easily solve all the problems at hand.
Her eyes were pure and innocent, completely unaware of the cruelty and bloodshed of the war.
All around, the wails and pleas for mercy of the warriors of the Great Town Dynasty rang out continuously, their voices mournful and desperate, like the most tragic melody in the world.
Some martial artists were struck by powerful spells from the strongmen of the Demon Sea, their bodies instantly turning to ashes, leaving only a wisp of smoke drifting in the air.
Some warriors had their hands and feet cut off by the guards, and they rolled on the ground in agony, their blood staining the surrounding land red.
A strong, pungent smell of blood filled the air, making one want to vomit.
On the distant city wall, Ling Xiao witnessed all of this, remaining silent.
His eyes were filled with helplessness and pain, and his hands gripped the bricks of the city wall tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.
The enemy was too strong, and he suddenly felt powerless, like a tiny ant facing a raging flood, unable to put up any effective resistance.
The wind howled and whipped at his clothes, his hair danced wildly in the wind, but it couldn't dispel the gloom in his heart.
It would be too difficult to turn the tide; he was well aware of the gap between himself and the powerful figures of the Demon Sea.
Liu Heng and Qin Xianglan beside him were extremely anxious. Their eyes revealed their worry and anger, and their hands gripped their weapons tightly, their knuckles turning white from the force.
They were about to rush down to help the warriors who were being slaughtered when Ling Xiao stopped them.
The two looked at Ling Xiao with puzzled expressions, their eyes filled with doubt and resentment.
Ling Xiao sighed softly, his tone low and heavy: "It's no use. The gap is too big. Going there would just be a pointless death."
His voice seemed to come from a distant place, carrying a deep sense of powerlessness.
Upon hearing this, Liu Heng and Qin Xianglan trembled slightly, a hint of despair flashing in their eyes. But they ultimately stopped and silently watched the tragic scene below the city, their hearts filled with grief and helplessness.
On the battlefield, shouts of battle, screams of agony, and the roar of spells mingled together, creating a tragic and magnificent scene.
At this moment, the battlefield was filled with smoke and the shouts of battle were deafening. The powerful warriors on both sides clashed back and forth, and the sounds of magic and weapons colliding intertwined to create a tragic symphony.
Sikong Xuan was in the middle of the battle, watching his own camp retreat step by step under the fierce offensive of the young man's side, and he was extremely anxious.
His forehead veins bulged, his teeth were clenched so tightly they were grinding, his fists were clenched so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms, and blood slowly dripped from between his fingers.
Finally, unable to contain his anxiety and anger any longer, he gritted his teeth and roared, "I have no choice but to use my trump card!"
The sound was like a thunderclap, echoing across the battlefield and startling everyone around.
After saying that, he took a deep breath and slowly opened his hands.
In an instant, an ancient bronze compass floated out from his palm.
This compass may seem ordinary, but it exudes an ancient and mysterious aura, as if it carries the sedimentation of thousands of years.
As soon as the compass appeared, it swelled in the wind, instantly becoming so large that it blotted out the sky, as if it were about to envelop the entire battlefield.
It was covered with dense, mysterious runes, which shimmered with an eerie green light and seemed to be alive, flowing slowly across the compass surface and emanating a powerful and terrifying aura.
"The Demon-Suppressing Disc! That's Sikong Xuan's most treasured artifact, its power surpassing even a Cangyue Realm expert!"
Someone in the crowd cried out in alarm, their voice filled with shock and fear.
The name of this Demon-Suppressing Disc is renowned throughout the martial arts world. It is said to possess earth-shattering power, and once unleashed, it can turn the tide of battle.
Within the compass, countless black chains shot out like venomous snakes, coiling towards the powerful figures on the youth's side.
The chains were incredibly thick, covered with sharp barbs, and exuded a sinister aura.
Wherever it passed, space itself was distorted, as if torn apart by an invisible force.
Upon seeing this, the powerful figures on the youth's side all changed their expressions drastically and hurriedly used spells and martial arts to defend themselves.
However, the black chains were like indestructible divine weapons, easily penetrating their defenses and binding them tightly.
The powerful warriors who were entangled struggled desperately, but could not break free. They could only watch helplessly as they were dragged little by little toward the compass by the chains.
The boy remained expressionless, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, as if the attack from the Demon-Suppressing Disc was nothing more than child's play to him.
He turned to look behind him, his eyes piercing.
The next moment, a silver longsword slowly appeared.
The long sword radiated a silvery light, and its blade was engraved with exquisite patterns that resembled the trajectory of stars.
The moment the longsword appeared, it exuded a sharp sword intent that made the surrounding air tremble.
The boy gripped the longsword with both hands, swung it fiercely, and the longsword transformed into a streak of light, shooting straight into the sky.
