Chapter 1779 The Battle Begins!

"kill."

The World-Burning Demon Lord made the first move, holding nothing back. His indestructible black flames transformed into a World-Burning Demon Dragon, roaring as it pounced on Zhang Xuan.

Wherever it passed, the void was scorched into pitch black.

The Bone Demon Lord swung his giant blade, and a pale white blade of light, purely condensed from white bone energy, tore through the sky.

The chains of the Soul Prison Demon Lord rattled, and countless vengeful souls converged into a filthy river of souls, swirling towards Zhang Xuan's soul.

The three late-stage Demon Lords attacked in anger, their power earth-shattering, enough to instantly severely injure or even kill an ordinary mid-stage True Immortal.

Zhang Xuan's eyes flashed with divine light, yet he remained calm and fearless.

Behind him, the illusory image of the Great Tree shimmered with light, and its three main trunks erupted simultaneously.

"The golden crow patrols the sky."

Above his left shoulder, a dark golden sun rose, accompanied by the long cry of a golden crow.

The blazing true fire of the great sun burst forth, transforming into a raging torrent of flames that scorched the heavens and boiled the seas, directly confronting the world-burning demon dragon.

The Golden Crow True Fire is the fire of the sun's origin, extremely yang and strong, and has a natural restraint on demonic and evil forces.

"True Magic Appearance".

On his right shoulder, a thousand-foot-tall Chaos True Magic Image rose from the ground.

With innate magical markings and blood energy as powerful as a furnace, he roared to the sky and unleashed a punch.

The fist force, condensed with chaotic demonic energy and carrying a will to devour and destroy, clashed head-on with the Bone Fiend Blade's light.

"The True Spirit of Emperor Jiang".

Above their heads, the illusory image of Emperor Jiang appeared, shaped like a yellow sac with six legs and four wings, and filled with chaotic light.

As it spread its wings, spacetime distorted slightly, and an invisible chaotic domain spread out.

Dijiang, who controls the chaotic spacetime, continuously dissolves the vengeful souls and soul rivers of the Soul Prison Demon Lord.

"Boom, boom, boom."

Three deafening explosions erupted almost simultaneously.

The Golden Crow True Fire clashed with the World-Burning Demon Dragon.

Flames and black flames devoured and annihilated each other, exploding into a rain of fire.

The True Magic Form Iron Fist clashed head-on with the Bone Fiend Blade's aura, and the terrifying power ripples shook the surrounding void, creating cracks.

The chaotic realm intertwined with the river of vengeful spirits, resulting in a fierce clash at the level of the divine soul.

Zhang Xuan single-handedly fought against three late-stage True Immortals, and surprisingly, he was not immediately defeated in the initial clash.

However, the strength of a late-stage True Immortal is by no means ordinary.

Although Zhang Xuan had the support of three main pillars and an extraordinary foundation, the gap in their cultivation levels was simply too great.

After consuming a large amount of Golden Crow True Fire, the World-Burning Demon Dragon crashed heavily into Zhang Xuan's protective immortal light, causing him to sway and his blood to surge.

Although the bone-fiend blade's aura was weakened by the force of the fist, the aftershocks still left a deep blade mark on the true magic form, corroded by demonic energy.

Although the River of Resentful Souls was interfered with by the Chaos Domain, some of it still penetrated and impacted Zhang Xuan's soul, causing a sharp pain between his brows.

Facing three opponents alone, Zhang Xuan was instantly at a complete disadvantage and could only barely hold on.

"You do have some skill, but this is where it ends." The World-Burning Demon Lord grinned maliciously, and the black flames surged again.

Meanwhile, the situation on the Mahayana battlefield below is equally dire.

The Nine Realms had 400 Mahayana cultivators, while the Demon Abyss had 500 Mahayana cultivators, meaning they were already down by more than a hundred men.

Although the Mahayana cultivators of the Nine Realms were well-equipped, coordinated well, and had high morale, their defenses were in dire straits due to their overwhelming numerical disadvantage and the enemy's frenzied attacks, and the casualties among the Mahayana cultivators began to rise sharply.

It was clear that their defensive line was about to be breached by cultivators of Mahayana level or below.

"This can't go on," Zhang Xuan thought quickly.

He directly summoned the Divine Demon Bird, the Time-Dwelling Mother Insect, and the Fungal Insect King to assist in the battle.

"Wow—"

A bird's cry that could pierce through gold and split rocks rang out, and a divine demon bird with a wingspan of a thousand feet, exuding an ancient and ferocious aura, tore through the void.

It has already advanced to the eighth rank, and each feather contains terrifying ancestral tribulation energy. With a flap of its wings, millions of dark gold feathers shoot towards the enemy formation like a torrential rain.

Wherever it went, demonic cultivators fell in droves, and it even posed a threat to Mahayana demon generals.

"His-"

The void writhed, and the Time-Dwelling Mother Worm appeared with her overwhelming swarm of insects.

The swarm of insects silently attacks the enemy, not by directly attacking the flesh, but by devouring the enemy's lifespan.

The demonic cultivator, entangled by the swarm of insects, was horrified to discover that he was aging at a visible rate, his magical power was sluggish, his movements were slow, and hundreds or thousands of years passed in an instant.

"Roar--"

The Fungal King appeared with heavy steps; it had evolved to the peak of the King level, equivalent to the late Mahayana stage.

Four royal courts emerged behind it, each representing one of the four laws of power: corrosion, ice, earth, and chains.

The Fungal King itself was like a mobile war fortress, rampaging and unleashing the power of the royal court in turn, corroding the demonic armor, freezing the demonic energy, suppressing it with gravity, and binding it with chains. It single-handedly restrained several Mahayana Demon Generals.

The addition of the three eighth-tier demonic beasts plunged into the enemy's battle formation, causing chaos and temporarily stabilizing the crumbling defenses of the Nine Realms.

However, everyone knows that this is merely a stopgap measure.

High in the sky, Zhang Xuan was already covered in wounds under the fierce attacks of the three late-stage True Immortal Demon Lords, and he was only able to hold on by the Great Dao Tree and his indomitable will.

You Wuyai fought alone against four late-stage True Immortals. Although he did not show any signs of defeat, he was unable to win and the battle reached a stalemate.

Ancestor Tian Shi and Zhang Yuhuai piloted the Immortal Gourd Divine Ship, engaging in a fierce battle with the Ten Thousand Poison Demon Lord. Relying on the ship's defense and the Zhou Tian Star Array, they were temporarily safe, but still unable to pose a significant threat to their opponent.

Jiao'er...

She remained motionless, hovering quietly at the edge of the battlefield, her icy blue eyes fixed on the Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Evils on the Throne of Evil Power, as if waiting for something.

The Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Evils never glanced at the battlefield again, as if the fierce fighting below had nothing to do with him.

The battle seemed to have fallen into a hopeless stalemate and a slow collapse.

The flame of hope that had been ignited in the hearts of the cultivators of the Nine Realms by the appearance of the puppet army was being extinguished little by little amidst the heavy casualties.

Is it really... that there's absolutely no chance of winning?

Just as this boundless despair pervaded, and even Zhang Xuan felt powerless,

The dragon, which had been standing still, finally moved.

She moved with light, graceful steps, and crystal-clear ice lotuses condensed in the air beneath her feet.

With a single step, he traversed an endless distance, appearing before the Throne of Evil Power, facing the Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Evils from afar.

Her ice-blue, flowing, wide-sleeved fairy dress fluttered without wind, emanating an extreme chill that seemed to freeze time and space, forming a stark contrast with the all-consuming, pitch-black evil power of the Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Evils.

"Your opponent is me," Jiao'er's cold voice rang out.

The Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Evils finally opened his dark eyes again, his gaze falling on Jiao'er, and for the first time showing a hint of interest.

"Oh? An ancient ice dragon? Peak True Immortal? Interesting." He slowly sat up straight. "I didn't expect to find such a 'surprise' in this ruined land. Very well, I've just entered the True Immortal realm and need a good whetstone to test this newfound power."

Before he finished speaking, the extremely restrained aura of calamity and malevolent energy around him suddenly erupted.