Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1965: 1451: The End (2)

Those inhabitants of This Realm, lacking any Formation for protection and obstruction, only became aware of the danger as the strikes landed. They rushed to counter, yet it was already somewhat delayed!

Within a moment, numerous devil beasts and demon cultivators were exploded into gruesome, twisted masses, fragmented irreparably—reconstructing a complete form was utterly impossible.

On the other hand, the Li family cultivators and independent ones, protected by the Formation, stayed far more calm and steady, enduring much lighter losses.

The sole issue lay in the freshly established Formation shattering once more! A few array flags had fractured, rendering quick fixes unfeasible.

Moreover, the Li family lacked a spare third Earth Immortal Rank Defensive Array, forcing them in urgency to deploy a Human Immortal Rank one, settling for it as a makeshift—better than facing nothing at all.

The conflict pressed on, with both factions clashing in escalating intensity.

Crack!

Thunder crashed down from above, morphing into a swift beam of violet radiance. It hurtled directly toward the lead Rhino Demon, encased in heavy armor, slamming forcefully against its frame.

Clang—

Instead of the anticipated rending of meat and snapping of bones, the thunder merely pierced the outer scales with effort, halted by the dense skin layer below, keeping the electric force from entering—inflicting only minor tingling.

Li Xiuting's expression turned frosty, his eyes locked sharply on the devil beast. He never anticipated this foe's defenses to be so formidable!

It was clear why it boldly led the assault, employing its bulk to absorb endless barrages and lethal strikes.

Regardless, he needed to eliminate it—to ease the pressure on his clan!

For this barrier-like devil beast had absorbed excessive aggression, diverting countless assaults that failed to reach the This Realm's devil beasts and demon cultivators.

“I'll test the limits of your defenses—see how much punishment you can endure!”

Upon saying that, Li Xiuting shaped hand seals rapidly. Above, ominous clouds churned, violet lightning bolts frenzying inside, coalescing into a thunder flood dragon that bellowed while lunging at the creature.

“Roar!”

The Rhino Demon detected the peril in this, emitting a deep rumble, pouring forth all its mana to reinforce its protections, aiming to weather this ordeal.

Boom—

Immediately after, the flood dragon engulfed the whole devil beast. The fearsome thunder force battered relentlessly, eroding its safeguards without pause.

If that were all, the Rhino Demon wouldn't have feared it. It retained strong faith in its own resilience—but Li Xiuting's assault proved far more intricate!

From the dragon's shape, myriad tiny lightning filaments detached, clinging to its form like leeches, binding it firmly and probing ceaselessly for openings and vulnerabilities, seeking to infiltrate its tissues!

Abruptly, a single strand of thunder located a breach, burrowing in ahead, signaling its 'allies' to pursue.

Upon closer inspection, the lightning that had blanketed the Rhino Demon's exterior now flowed toward a single spot.

Roar!

From the fight's start, the Rhino Demon had been unfamiliar with suffering— but now, it uttered a pained howl involuntarily.

Its enormous frame, previously looming like a mountain across the ground, abruptly toppled with a crash, tumbling repeatedly, as though the motion might soothe the burning torment surging unceasingly through it!

However, Li Xiuting, having at last pinpointed the Rhino Demon's flaw, refused to release it leniently!

He swiftly directed the thunder within the beast, unleashing it to ravage wildly, smashing apart and devastating its fragile meridians, muscles, and vital organs.

“Aaaahhhh…”

Tortured by excruciating agony, the Rhino Demon appeared to forfeit all resistance, reduced to writhing in anguish, incapable of further action!

In this manner, a devil beast boasting such dreadful defenses met its end through Li Xiuting's humiliating torment!

By its appearance, the body seemed wholly undamaged. Without the abundant blood gushing from its mouth, nose, and various openings—pooling into a vast crimson lake beside the remains—one could mistake it for simply resting.

Huff, huff—

Although Li Xiuting seemed to fell the colossal beast with ease, actually, he had expended immense mana and stamina, leaving him utterly drained.

Beyond this “minor clash” in the broader fray, comparable scenes played out across the field.

In these encounters, triumphs didn't always favor the Li family—defeats occurred, and plenty of them!

Truthfully, that outcome was predictable.

Since they invaded the Otherworld, they faced natural resistance and suppression, unable to unleash their full prowess and skills.

Their sole relief came from the fact that defeats didn't lead to devastating losses.

Over the vast battlefield, as Primal Spirit Realm cultivators acted as aggressors, they bore a minor overall setback, fortunately not overly severe.

Li Zhixuan could no longer turn the battle like earlier. Not from unwillingness, but because current conditions rendered it impossible!

Even repelling some devil beasts and demon cultivators now—what difference? An infinite wave of fiends always followed.

Expending all her mana on this batch would merely plunge her allies into a hopeless deficit.

Thus, Li Zhixuan now employed standard strikes, countering only the threats directly ahead.

Nevertheless, battling multiple foes, she maintained a edge!

Beneath her incisive sword qi, the facing Human Immortal devil beasts and demon cultivators could merely clench jaws and shield, striving desperately to preserve themselves, dodging harm above all.

Deep down, they understood: sustain a wound, and an unyielding barrage of focused strikes would ensue—driving them to retreat gravely hurt or perish right there!

The clash intensified, turning increasingly savage; losses piled up for both parties. The ground now bore pools of blood, even creating meandering rivulets that flowed off, their paths unclear.

The devil forces, leveraging home turf, superior numbers, and might, after extended slaughter, at last glimpsed a chance to pierce the barriers!

“Hurry! Over here!”

A demon cultivator swiftly called nearby devil beasts, readying to mass all troops for a unified push to demolish the line at this juncture.

If accomplished, breaching one sector would sway the entire engagement, securing triumph for their faction!

Li Zhixuan witnessed this development and felt a surge of panic, desiring to disengage and aid. Yet her Human Immortal adversaries wouldn't release her without a fight!

Suddenly, they unleashed maximum power, impeding her path and trapping her in stalemate, preventing any assistance.

In that instant, the devil army nearly tasted success, as if victory lay within reach.

Yet abruptly, the unforeseen occurred!

“Die!”

A severely injured cultivator, aware death loomed, beheld the devil army nearing the breach to flood the camp. Igniting his mana, he surged forward, bellowing a frenzied, rasping cry.

Rumble—

His form turned into a keg of raging explosives—a ferocious blast of spiritual energy detonated, pulling surrounding devil beasts and demon cultivators to destruction; distant ones were hurled back by the blasting waves.

“Fast! Strike now! Honor his sacrifice!”

His detonation claimed numerous demon cultivators and devil beasts, while fully tearing the defensive front. Remaining cultivators dashed in, exploiting the foes' brief daze to patch the gap as effectively as possible.

Although the barrier stood far feebler than prior, it at minimum separated them from catastrophe.

Still, the devil beasts and demon cultivators viewed this area as the defense's weakest link, thus swiftly shifting their barrage to focus power precisely there.

…

The sun had fully dipped beneath the horizon. As night enveloped the heavens, the war-torn field, marred by immortal might, lay strewn with cadavers, blood spilling in all directions.

Devil beast remains bore shards of magic artifacts—belonging to whom, unknown—still embedded; demon cultivator bodies charred black by lightning strikes.

The deceased cultivators, at least, retained some honor—their forms mostly intact.

In the dim glow, enduring figures were visible, eyes red with shock at survival, mingled with relief.

The battle had concluded!