Chapter 1729 The Old Slicker Draws His Sword
Eight puppets, each with a clear division of labor and perfect coordination, unleash a devastating attack!
"True Immortal Puppets?! So many?!" The Mighty Demon Lord roared, swinging his fist to slam against the yellow mountain. With a deafening roar, he was forced back half a step, his face showing disbelief.
The power of these True Immortal Puppets far exceeded his expectations!
The demonic flames of the Burning Heaven Demon Lord collided with the sword light, producing a metallic clang. The sword light was so sharp that it stung his skin.
The Demon Relic Venerable's face darkened. With a wave of his hand, he created layers of demonic barriers to block the raging torrent of flames, his heart sinking.
Each of these puppets possesses strength no less than that of a true immortal!
This is not over yet!
Immediately afterwards, two figures with slightly weaker auras, but still vast and powerful, appeared. They were the two half-step True Immortal puppets possessed by Zhang Xuan and the Star Lord of the Heavenly Star Divine Domain.
They did not participate in the direct siege of the Demon Lord, but instead acted as battlefield scavengers, rushing directly into the ranks of Mahayana and Integration-level demon cultivators in the Abyss of Beginning Demons!
For a half-step True Immortal to deal with these Mahayana and Integration Realm cultivators is like a tiger entering a flock of sheep!
Wherever it passed, demonic cultivators fell in droves, their severed limbs and shattered demonic souls flying everywhere, instantly tearing two huge gaps in the formation of the Abyss of Beginning Demons!
"Bastard!"
The Demon Lord of the Abyss was furious. Before his army of demon beasts could even be unleashed, the two puppets had turned the world upside down.
The cultivators of the Abyss of Beginning Demons were in complete chaos!
The overwhelming victory they had imagined did not materialize; instead, they found themselves in a passive and defensive position from the very first encounter!
The Immortal Refining Array blocked the retreat route, eight True Immortal Puppets restrained the top combat forces, and two Half-Step True Immortal Puppets slaughtered the middle and lower ranks...
This is different from the original plan!
"Hold on! All of you, hold on!" Venerable Demon Corpse roared hoarsely as he parried the puppets' fierce attacks. "Shadow, Soul Silence, go find the array nodes! Time Trace, disrupt them! Heavenly Corpse, awaken your army of corpse puppets!"
Just then, an even more chilling voice, tinged with mockery, echoed across the battlefield:
"Guests from the Abyss of Beginning Demons, you have come from afar. How can our Nine Divine Realms fail to extend the hospitality of hosts?"
Before he finished speaking, an extremely sharp sword intent, seemingly capable of severing cause and effect and breaking through the cycle of reincarnation, suddenly descended!
A seemingly ordinary figure, yet whose eyes held the light of starlight and the light of candlelight, stepped out from the void, carrying an ancient longsword.
The old fox is here!
Without the slightest hesitation, he went directly to Sword Bone Demon Lord, whose demonic energy was second only to Demon Bone Venerable.
"Your bones look like they'd be perfect for sharpening a sword," the old slick-haired man said casually, his longsword already swung out.
There was no earth-shattering display, only a refined gray-white sword light, containing the meaning of the end of all things, appeared directly in front of the Sword Bone Demon Lord.
Sword Bone Demon Lord's expression changed drastically. The White Bone Immortal Execution Sword on her back automatically unsheathed, emitting a sharp whistle as it met the sword light.
"Qiang——!"
The piercing clang of the cymbals echoed through the starry sky.
Sword Bone Demon Lord grunted and was sent flying backward by the sword strike, a clear crack appearing on the White Bone Immortal Execution Sword in his hand!
The contempt and murderous intent in her eyes had long been replaced by horror.
"You...you're just a merged form?! That's impossible!" Sword Bone Demon Lord screamed, his Dao heart almost collapsing.
The old slick man didn't answer; he simply raised his sword again.
With the blessing of hundreds of fruit positions, his combat power was fully unleashed, and he completely suppressed the Sword Bone Demon Lord!
From the moment the Demon Abyss broke into the Immortal Refining Array, the battlefield situation completely tilted in favor of the Nine Divine Realms.
And this was only the beginning of the encirclement and slaughter.
The real nightmare for the Abyss of Beginning Demons is yet to come.
The celestial gourd-shaped divine vessel hidden within the formation, the dragon coffin lying across the throne, the native immortal who has yet to truly make his move... all are still quietly waiting.
The Immortal Refining Array, like an invisible, chaotic giant bowl, overturned over billions of miles of star field, trapping the Bone Dragon Boat and the army of the Primordial Demon Abyss within it.
Outside the formation, the nine divine realms were preparing numerous backup plans.
Inside the formation, eight True Immortal puppets, like tireless reapers, frantically attacked the Demon Corpse Venerable and other top Demon Lords.
The two half-step True Immortal puppets stirred up a bloodbath among the demonic cultivators, and even the old slickman, who combined his powers against the heavens, cleaved the Sword Bone Demon Lord in a sorry state with a single sword strike.
Hell from the very beginning!
The greed and fanaticism in the hearts of the cultivators of the Primordial Demon Abyss were doused with a basin of ten-thousand-year-old icy water, instantly cooling them down, and replaced by boundless horror and chaos.
The low-level demon soldiers were slaughtered by the puppets and turned to ashes in droves. The demon generals were thrown into chaos and fought each other.
If it weren't for the Demon Lord's lingering power, the world would probably have collapsed completely long ago.
"Form the Ten Thousand Demons Slaying Immortal Formation! Quickly!"
The Demon Lord was an experienced demonic master, and he knew that if they continued to be divided and surrounded, fighting each other, all that awaited them would be to be defeated one by one and wiped out!
Upon hearing the name of the Myriad Demons Slaying Immortals Formation, the panicked Mahayana and Integration stage demon cultivators seemed to have found their backbone. They roared and, disregarding casualties, forcibly moved towards the Meteor Demon Altar at the core of the dragon boat.
Streams of pure demonic energy flowed into the demonic altar like rivers flowing into the sea.
"Om-"
The Meteorite Demon Altar trembled violently, and countless ancient demonic runes engraved on it lit up one after another, emitting a dark and profound terrifying demonic power.
Centered on the Demon Altar, an even larger and more complex array phantom rapidly expanded, attempting to envelop the entire Bone Dragon Boat, counteract the suppression of the Immortal Refining Array, and provide blessings to all demonic cultivators.
At the same time, the demon lords who had been given special attention finally stopped holding back and unleashed their most powerful and secretive methods.
"Nine Netherworlds, heed my command! Yellow Springs Coffin, appear!"
The Soul-Silent Demon Lord, who had always appeared somewhat gloomy, was the first to launch an attack.
He formed hand seals and chanted an ancient incantation, causing a surge of deathly aura around him.
In the void, a murky yellow river phantom suddenly appeared.
In the river, a pitch-black coffin, engraved with countless agonizing and wailing ghost faces, slowly rises!
The coffin lid opened a crack, and an endless suction force erupted from it, not targeting matter, but directly aimed at the soul.
The puppet that was attacking him, which was more agile and skilled at interfering with the soul, froze for a moment, and the spiritual light in its eye sockets flickered violently, as if its soul core was about to be torn out of its body!
"Roar! Beast Furnace! Devour me!"
The Abyss Beast Demon Lord roared, slapped his chest, and spat out a mouthful of demonic blood containing his life essence.
The demonic blood transformed in the air into a massive furnace radiating a savage, devouring aura.
Inside the furnace, the souls of countless ancient ferocious beasts roared and struggled.
The furnace was aimed at the half-step True Immortal puppet that was wreaking havoc among the demonic cultivators. The terrifying suction force forcibly pulled the puppet, trying to throw it into the furnace to refine it!
"Time...ripples."
The Time-Traces Demon Lord was the most enigmatic. He did not attack directly, but instead pressed his hands together, causing invisible time ripples to spread around his body.
In the area where he was, the flow of time suddenly became chaotic, sometimes accelerating and sometimes freezing like amber.
A true immortal puppet, after entering this area, suddenly began to move in a distorted and comical manner, its speed unpredictable, as if it had been trapped in the quagmire of time.
