This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable Chapter 1756 7: Ancestor and Saint

Nearly half the vast Black Armor Domain's territory has transformed into barren wasteland from Lu Qingshan's Power of the Mountains and Seas.

Furthermore, this desolation proves utterly irreversible.

Additionally, Lu Qingshan has massacred every top-ranked major city within the Black Armor Domain.

One could argue the Black Armor Domain no longer exists even in name.

Yet Luohu couldn't care less about all this.

First, the Abyss has long been waning, as the "Wilderness" emerges.

Without Lu Qingshan's deeds today, the Black Armor Domain's fall into ruin was merely a question of time.

Second, upon achieving sainthood, Sky Dome Heaven will yield to him effortlessly—a domain vastly richer than Black Armor Domain, dwarfing any fleeting wins or losses.

Thus, Luohu boldly cast aside the Black Armor Domain.

Likewise, Lu Qingshan found no further purpose lingering in the Demon Domain.

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Before the spatial rift outside Guangling Pass.

Desert sands gleam yellow, the sun dips crookedly at dusk.

Dust swirls everywhere, war cries soaring to the heavens.

By this point, the Human Race's fierce counterstrike has ignited into frenzy.

Demon Race forces span thousands of miles, troops locked in ceaseless clashes, shrieking wildly.

Dense demonic qi billows wide, forming demon clouds that shroud the sun entirely, radiating sinister blackness.

Heaven and earth plunge into shadow as a result.

Still, the Human Race's coalition presses with superior dominance.

From the Human Race's Seven Domains they hail, converging at Guangling Pass, marching unyieldingly like forged steel, surging ahead relentlessly, now driving the Demon Race back to the spatial rift amid skyrocketing morale.

Endless torrents of armies smash together savagely, quaking the full expanse of heaven and earth.

Element Force and demonic qi erupt in wild confrontations.

The desert sands have long been dyed crimson with blood.

Blood's metallic tang saturates the heavens and earth.

Deep within the demonic qi's heart, the most brutal showdown rages on.

Vimozhiduoluo, sole surviving Asura King of the Asura Clan, stands alone against five Honorable Realm Human Cultivators.

His power surges unbound, every fist strike rending sky and land.

Black demon crystals sheath his body completely, crafting demon armor—though no ordinary armor, this manifests as Vimozhiduoluo's Divine Demon Body.

Perfectly blending assault and safeguard, its might overwhelms.

Torrents of demonic qi pour from Vimozhiduoluo's frame as he hurls forward fists clad in black demon crystals.

Upon thrusting his fists ahead, black demon crystals sprout into razor-sharp deadly barbs, their peerless edge splintering nearby space fragment by fragment.

Crackling fissures mimic splintered glass, a visually staggering spectacle.

His onslaught rages ferociously, yet the Human Race holds resolute.

Lin Xiu, Cultivator of Central Martial Domain, grips a space-freezing lance and charges straight at Vimozhiduoluo.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Lance clashes headlong with Vimozhiduoluo's demon fists, igniting sparks amid thunderous roars.

In savage combat, the pair's fists and lance collide repeatedly in mortal strife.

Vimozhiduoluo's punches brim with cataclysmic force, apt to pulverize Ninth Grade foes, but Lin Xiu counters with equal ferocity, Encounter Joy's lance phantoms unendingly intercepting those demon fists.

For the moment, balance reigns between them.

Lin Xiu battles not in isolation.

The four other Honorable Realm cultivators unleash nonstop strikes upon Vimozhiduoluo as well.

Demon crystal armor cloaks him, yet he falters against such a barrage of Honorable Realm attackers, battling rearward in dire straits, his figure wretched.

Scars and wounds mar his body already.

Faced with this savage onslaught and pounding, Vimozhiduoluo's gaze reddens gradually with bloodlust.

At length, a shrill, drawn-out howl bursts from his maw, summoning demonic qi even more dreadfully potent from his depths.

So concentrated, this demonic qi solidifies nearly into crystals.

This cataclysmic demonic qi blast sends Vimozhiduoluo's aura skyrocketing, ripples exploding outward.

A malevolent smirk twists his lips, and abruptly the realm sinks into pitch-black night.

From Vimozhiduoluo's body amid the void, the pinnacle of worldly evil erupts as a beam, lancing through heaven and earth.

In that darkened void, the obsidian ray sweeps forth brilliantly, hurtling nimbly before smashing violently at Lin Xiu.

Boom!

A world-rending explosion booms, the clash's core birthing a black inferno sun.

Shocked stares converge on that ascending black blazing sun.

Concern gripped them for Lin Xiu's safety.

The next instant arrived.

"Tricks of the trade!" A raspy voice boomed from inside the black blazing sun.

Suddenly, the black blazing sun burst apart, as endless demonic qi scattered into wisps of smoke and clouds.

At that point, they finally exhaled in relief and snapped back to awareness. Yet right when they meant to resume their assault on Vimozhiduoluo, they realized he had vanished from his spot.

Far on the horizon, Vimozhiduoluo's escaping light streaked off, rushing directly toward the space rift.

"If you crave this space rift, let your Human Race claim it. Once Luohu achieves sainthood, you'll repay it manifold!" Vimozhiduoluo's sinister voice trailed behind.

Overwhelmed by the Human Race's fierce counterstrike, Vimozhiduoluo smartly decided to fall back to the Black Armor Domain, abandoning his stubborn grasp on the space rift.

"Retreat!"

Surrounded by churning demonic qi, the grand voice thundered across the heavens and earth.

Hearing the command, the demonic cultivators clashing intensely with the Human Race's united forces let out sighs of relief—no one truly fears death, not even demons.

The Human Cultivators, naturally, refused to permit the demonic cultivators such an easy withdrawal, tangling with them in even wilder fury.