Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1952 - 1445: Explosion

As the horde assembled from demon cultivators and devil beasts drew near the camp, the sun dipped toward the western horizon, with rosy golden clouds blanketing the heavens, and the intense crimson glow painting the clouds in a bloody scarlet hue, lending an uncanny air to the looming epic confrontation.

In his mind, Li Zhirui quietly tallied the passing moments. The instant the thirty breaths he'd coordinated with his allies elapsed, the fatal strike he'd nurtured in his hand for so long erupted into a beam of white light, vanishing with breathtaking velocity.

Rumble—

Abruptly, enigmatic thunderous detonations echoed across the realm, akin to the fury of myriad lightning strikes that left everyone reeling and bewildered.

"What's this? What's happening?"

The devil beasts and demon cultivators positioned at the Spirit Boat's stern were baffled, yet they dimly perceived something wrong. They scanned their surroundings right away, seeking the origin of those blasts.

However, the beings up front on the vessel displayed faces twisted in horror, refusing to accept the sight unfolding right before them.

"How can this be?! Didn't they claim only a handful of foes remained in the camp? How are they capable of unleashing such devastating assaults?"

Yet amid this dire crisis, nobody bothered pondering those queries any longer.

At this point, a single idea dominated their thoughts—clinging to survival! In their frenzy, they hastily erected protective barriers, hoping desperately that it would let them endure!

"Watch out! Raise your defenses now!"

A devil race clansman, fearing their exposed troops would face heavy losses, bellowed a warning to the rear ranks. If anyone heeded it—or survived—hung on sheer fortune.

"Ugh..."

Yet at that very moment, multiple demon cultivators in the Realm of Human Immortality met abrupt, gruesome ends!

A nearer look revealed they had perished from their dantian being punctured in a flash.

At the same time, the devil race immortals concentrated on fending off the onslaught of divine powers, failing to spot the odd fatalities in their midst immediately.

"Aaaah!"

"Help!"

"Someone, save me!"

...

Screams of torment and desperate cries for aid exploded across the ranks. Regardless of heeding alerts, their personal might proved insufficient against this deluge of spells, and innumerous lives were pulverized into oblivion.

Beneath the savage rush of the spell surge, the devil race immortals who endured displayed fleeting relief on their faces, but upon glancing rearward, shock gripped them as they discovered every demon cultivator at the Realm of Human Immortality sprawled lifeless on the deck—completely devoid of breath.

"What's happening?! How did they drop dead so abruptly!"

The surviving devil beast immortals deemed it inconceivable, a profound dread surging within. Even minor stirrings captured their focus, as they dreaded sharing the same fate.

But the very next moment, the abrupt emergence of countless silhouettes inside the camp resolved their uncertainties.

In truth, a vast array of cultivators had concealed themselves within the camp from the start. The earlier display of frailty was simply a calculated trap tailored precisely for them!

But when exactly had these cultivators shown up?

It had scarcely been two hours since their detection—so brief a span that, by reason, such a throng shouldn't have assembled.

Perhaps these Outer Realm cultivators had just mounted a full-scale offensive, eradicating or crushing Korea and Japan forces, enabling this massive gathering; and by ill fortune, the invasion force blundered straight into the snare!

Or it could be their approach was sensed ages ago, while they stayed utterly unaware, arrogant and overconfident—only for harsh truth to strike them squarely!

With the fight barely underway, their faction already endured devastating losses!

All those demon cultivators at the Realm of Human Immortality were slain; many more demon cultivators and devil beasts fell due to sluggish responses or frail protections.

This ambush inflicted not just staggering deaths but also shattered their fighting spirit.

"Outstanding outcome!" Li Zhirui emerged gradually, eyeing the remains of the demon cultivators at the Realm of Human Immortality, a pleased grin spreading across his features.

Although this legion of devil beasts and demons outmatched his clan in strength, the surprise assault at minimum fragmented portions of their might.

For example—Li Zhirui himself!

Previously, facing a complete roster of seven Human Immortals would have burdened him heavily; yet with several demon cultivator immortals eliminated, the strain lightened considerably.

Moreover, the pact between the devil race and demonic Tao had been balanced before, but now, bereft of all demon cultivator immortals, the demon side swiftly promoted a few potent lone immortals as stand-ins to oversee the survivors.

This inevitably weakened their stance versus the devil race—the alliance's command thus defaulted to the devil race!

Therefore, should peril emerge, the demon cultivators were bound to be shoved forward first into the danger.

And should those demon cultivators seek to abandon the pact now, the devil race would surely deny it outright!

If they tried escaping, the devil race could well attack swifter than the camp's defending cultivators.

...

"Kill!"

Exploiting the dazed state of the devil beast-demon horde, Li Zhirui refused to let the opportunity slip for gaining the upper hand. He bellowed fiercely, unleashing a barrage of ice needles like a tempest, raining devastation on the swarm.

His kin and the independent cultivators responded without delay, swiftly weaving seals and unleashing their strikes.

In an instant, a torrent of hundreds upon thousands of spiritual gleams hammered down relentlessly on the intruders.

Roar!

"Shield me!"

The devil race Human Immortals bellowed, shifting to their authentic forms—enormous behemoths whose rugged, brawny frames fused with their incantations to deflect the onslaught, letting them shrug off this assault with ease.

Thanks to their prompt actions, they shielded numerous devil beasts and demon cultivators; the toll avoided mirroring the opening catastrophe.

Furthermore, after back-to-back brushes with death, the devil beast-demon forces regained their wits, understanding they couldn't persist passively, and launched a savage retaliation.

Nevertheless, the Li family's camp was masterfully designed, as though foreseeing assaults from local entities, rendering the entryway remarkably confined, nestled amid a pair of soaring peaks—crafting a ravine.

This constricted route limited the influx of attackers from this domain, permitting the Li family to plant various snares inside for turning the battle's flow.

"Kill!"

"Push forward! Annihilate these Outer Realm invaders!"

From behind, the devil race relentlessly dispatched lesser devil beasts, herding them into the channel, expending their bodies and existences to detonate traps and dismantle the camp's protective formation.

These low-level devil beasts served as disposable fodder, mere sacrifices; their numbers lost mattered not. The sole annoyance lay in the defenses remaining intact so far.