Chapter 1732 Bloody War
While the battle between the True Immortals at the summit of the Star Sea was overwhelmingly decisive, an even larger and bloodier war was brewing in the lower levels of the grand formation.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The sound of war drums rose from the void, each beat seeming to strike the heart.
That was no ordinary drumbeat, but the Purifying Thunder Drum, forged from the waters of the thirty-six celestial rivers of the Dragon Spine Divine Realm. The drumhead was engraved with ancient purifying divine runes, and with each strike, visible pale blue ripples spread out.
Wherever it passed, the demonic energy melted away like ice and snow, while the spirits of the cultivators from the Nine Realms were invigorated.
"coming."
A sword cultivator from the Celestial Star Realm, clad in star armor, gripped his sword tightly, his eyes reflecting the surging demonic shadows before him.
Behind him were thousands of monks dressed in the same attire.
They hovered silently in the void, their breathing synchronized, their spiritual energy resonating, forming a vast and intricate killing sword formation.
In the center of the sword formation, an elderly sword cultivator with white hair spoke in a steady voice: "Three Talents Advance, Five Elements Revolve, Seven Stars Lock Soul."
"promise!"
Thirty thousand people responded in unison, their voices coalescing into a single wave that dispersed the demonic energy rushing towards them.
Meanwhile, in the void opposite them, the demon army of the Primordial Demon Abyss was descending into a primal madness.
"Kill! Kill all these natives!"
Hundreds of thousands of Void Refinement Demon Soldiers resembled a black swarm of locusts, with thousands of Fusion Demon Generals serving as the spearheads. Nearly a hundred Mahayana Demon Commanders guarded the rear, their demonic might forming a vast, sky-covering demonic cloud.
However, when they actually clashed with the vanguard of the Nine Realms Alliance.
"Array up!"
A clear shout echoed through the starry sky from the direction of the Dragon Spine Divine Realm.
"Heavenly River Battle Division, Pure White Lotus of Purity—Open!"
One hundred thousand Dragon Spine cultivators simultaneously formed hand seals, and beneath their feet, azure celestial river water surged from the void, instantly transforming into a gigantic white lotus covering ten thousand miles of starry sky!
The lotus petals rotate, each one formed from the purest purifying divine water, its edges as sharp as a celestial blade.
"Run it over!"
The white lotus moved.
Moving forward with a slow but steady pace.
The demonic cultivators grinned and pounced, bombarding the white lotus with all sorts of demonic treasures and techniques.
"Bang bang bang!"
The demonic fire extinguished on the lotus petals, the demonic lightning was swallowed by the water light, and the sharp bone blades only splashed tiny ripples when they struck the lotus petals.
The purifying divine light generated by the spinning white lotus swept over the demonic cultivator's body.
"what--"
A shrill scream sounded.
The demonic cultivators struck by the divine light experienced a rapid dimming of their demonic runes, their demonic energy dissipating as if encountering its nemesis, and their physical bodies turning into pure water vapor and dissipating from the point of contact.
That's a power that can even purify demonic souls!
"What the hell is this?!"
A fully-fledged demon general retreated in horror. His natal demonic blade struck the lotus petals, and rust-like marks appeared on the blade.
His answer was a sudden burst of thousands of water spears from the white lotus.
"Puff puff--"
Precise, efficient, and ruthless.
In the first wave of contact, more than three thousand demonic cultivators vanished under the Pure World White Lotus.
Almost at the same time, the sword formation of the Heavenly Star Divine Realm also moved.
"The stars shift in the heavens, the sword transforms into the Milky Way!"
The white-haired swordsman pointed his sword at the sky.
Thirty thousand sword cultivators simultaneously swung their swords.
There were no fancy moves, just a simple straight thrust.
But the thirty thousand sword lights intertwined and merged the moment they were unsheathed, forming a dazzling galaxy in the air!
That was not a phantom, but a physical river of swords formed from pure sword intent and the power of stars!
The Sword River surged silently, cutting smooth, mirror-like cracks into the space it passed through.
"Stop it!"
A powerful demon general roared and unleashed a banner of ten thousand ghosts, crafted from countless wronged souls.
The banner unfurled, transforming into a ghostly realm filled with howling ghosts, blocking the path in front of the Sword River.
Without pausing, Jianhe crashed straight into the Ghost Realm.
"Fuck-"
Like a red-hot iron blade cutting into ice and snow.
The wronged souls in the Ghost Realm touched the starlight sword intent at the edge of the Sword River, emitting even more mournful howls, and their souls quickly dissolved.
The banner of ten thousand ghosts trembled violently, and countless cracks appeared.
"What?!" The Demon General's eyes widened.
The next second, the sword river had already pierced through the ghost domain, its momentum undiminished, sweeping into the cluster of demonic soldiers behind it.
"Do not--"
Wherever the Sword River passed, demonic cultivators fell like harvested ears of wheat.
Their magical armor and protective magical light were as fragile as paper in the face of the Starry Sword Intent.
With a single sword strike, three thousand demonic cultivators perished, their wounds as smooth as mirrors.
"The Purple Palace, the Imperial Dragon Aura—Nine Dragons Patrol the Heavens!"
On the other side, the battle force of the Ziwei Divine Court also displayed terrifying combat power.
Ten thousand cultivators clad in purple-gold armor formed a massive circular battle formation.
At the center of the formation, nine purple-gold divine dragons, condensed from pure imperial dragon energy, spiraled and rose into the sky.
The dragon's eyes are like lightning, and its might is like a prison.
The nine dragons did not attack directly, but instead hovered above the battle formation, scattering brilliant purple energy.
Within the purple aura's reach, the cultivators of the Nine Realms experienced a surge in aura, and their injuries healed rapidly, while the demonic cultivators felt a heavy suppression, and their demonic energy circulation sluggish.
"Damn it, this purple aura is poisonous!" A demon general tried to break out of the purple aura's range, but was simultaneously targeted by three divine dragons.
"Roar!"
The dragon's roar shook the heavens as three divine dragons swooped down, their claws tearing and their breath spitting out.
The demon general fought desperately, unleashing all his demonic powers, but was repeatedly defeated by the three divine dragons, each comparable to a peak-level fusion master.
"Now!" In the Ziwei Battle Formation, a young general's eyes flashed with a sharp light.
Suddenly, a gap appeared in the battle formation, and a hundred cultivators wielding purple halberds shot out like arrows. The halberds were wrapped with demon-slaying lightning, taking advantage of the fact that the demon general was restrained by the divine dragon.
"Pfft!"
A hundred long spears pierced through the demon general's demonic body simultaneously, unleashing a burst of lightning that blasted him into countless fragments of demonic energy.
Perfect coordination, seamless coordination.
But this is just the beginning.
"Ancient Descendant Clan, Rock Tribe—Charge!"
The void was torn open by a tremendous force, and a group of burly men, clad in simple stone armor but with bulging muscles, roared out.
They came from an ancient, secret realm, carrying with them an aura of wildness.
There are no fancy Taoist techniques, only the purest power and combat skills.
The leader was none other than Pan Shi, who swung his huge stone axe and delivered a simple chop.
"Open the sky!"
As the axe blade passed, a black rift stretching for thousands of miles was cleaved in the void, and dozens of demonic cultivators in front of the rift were split in two, along with their demonic treasures.
The remains were sucked into a spatial rift and disappeared without a trace.
"Hahaha, that's exhilarating!" Pan Shi laughed wildly, leading his people to drive deep into the flank of the demon army like a wedge.
They didn't rely on formations or teamwork; they relied solely on their bodies honed through countless ages and their fighting instincts, yet they managed to tear a bloody gash through the demon army.
"The Xuanhuang Army, with all its arts and crafts working in harmony, is a marvel of nature!"
The cultivators from the Xuanhuang Great Realm did not form a dense battle formation, but instead dispersed into hundreds of small teams.
In each team, the formation master waved his hand to set up a trapping formation, the talisman master scattered talismans that turned into lightning and fire, the weapon refiner controlled hundreds of one-time explosive magic weapons to harass like a swarm of bees, and the beast tamer drove his tamed alien beasts to attack...
