This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable Chapter 1763 - 10: Mingyue High in the Sky (Part 2)
Previously on This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable...
It slammed into the ground, gouging out a deep chasm and raising a cloud of dust. The colossal Heavenly Great Rod rolled away to the side.
Yet, Xia Zhao, observing from atop the city wall, witnessed the fall of the Immortal of Colossal Spirit and felt an even greater sense of impending danger within her heart.
"The Immortal of Colossal Spirit represents the Giant Spirit Demon Clan's ultimate trump card. It's impossible for it to be defeated so easily."
Her Spiritual Sense had always been unfailingly accurate.
From within the swirling dust, a colossal palm, akin to a mountain range, suddenly extended outward.
Before the cultivators on Yanlan Pass's wall could even react, their vision was consumed by encroaching darkness.
That palm descended upon Yanlan Pass with a force that threatened to shatter the world.
With a resounding crash, it impacted the Ancestral Formation of Yanlan Pass.
Where the gargantuan palm met the Ancestral Formation, arcs of Spiritual Light erupted and flowed outwards.
The palm pressed down with its full might, causing the protective light shield, generated by the Ancestral Formation, to buckle inwards, compressing with alarming speed.
"Fire again, quickly!" Witnessing this terrifying spectacle, the Central Heaven Spirit Warrior swiftly channeled Spiritual Light once more.
The Spiritual Light coalesced into a beam of deep azure, even more potent than before, instantly slicing through the void towards the epicenter of the dust cloud.
As the beam traversed the air, fierce winds whipped up and torrential currents surged, sweeping away the obscuring dust to reveal the towering, true form of the Giant Spirit Demon God.
The Giant Spirit Demon God’s visage contorted, and he unleashed a guttural, booming laugh.
His free hand, clenching into a formidable fist, was raised high. After gathering immense power, he swung it forward, directly colliding with the terrifying pillar of Spiritual Light.
Bam!
In the next moment, the Spiritual Light pillar became rigid in mid-air, locked in a ferocious struggle against the Giant Spirit Demon God's fist.
The unleashed shockwaves radiated in all directions. Some, like sharp blades, blasted backward, instantly shredding hundreds of unfortunate Demon Race cultivators into clouds of bloody mist.
Others swept forward, creating violent ripples across the light shield formed by Yanlan Pass's Ancestral Formation.
The devastating consequences of the war's foundational powers clashing were equally dire for both sides.
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Yumen Pass.
Streams of Demonic Qi pierced the heavens, impacting directly against the expansive light shield of the Long Wind Formation.
Among the seven crucial passes, Yumen Pass held a unique position, being both the strongest and the weakest.
Strong in that it was defended by the Human Race's foremost Taoist Sect, the Sword Sect, and boasted two Sword Immortals: Xie Daoyun and Lu Qingshan.
Weak because the Sword Sect, having endured successive grueling battles, was significantly depleted. One Sword Immortal was currently absent from Yumen Pass, and the other lay heavily injured, his survival depending solely on sheer fortune.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The assaults from the Demon Race intensified with each passing moment, causing the light shield of the Long Wind Formation to grow increasingly tenuous, signaling that its imminent collapse was only a matter of time.
Finally, under the watchful eyes of both the defenders and the attackers, the light shield generated by the Long Wind Formation disintegrated with a thunderous roar, leaving Yumen Pass utterly exposed to the scrutinizing gaze of the Demon Race.
"Kill!" With a malevolent glint in his eyes, Chi Venerable immediately fixated on Xia Daoyun positioned on the city ramparts.
Of the three venerables belonging to the War Demon Clan, only he remained. Yet, he displayed no trace of weakness, radiating supreme confidence.
In a flash, Chi Venerable moved with swift precision. Demonic Qi surged, and his bloodline talent was unleashed in its entirety, sending overwhelming demonic swords hurtling out like a relentless barrage of arrows.
Swoosh swoosh swoosh!
High in the sky, innumerable demonic swords tore through the fabric of space with unyielding ferocity, directly targeting Xia Daoyun.
Space itself seemed to rip and tear with every passing instant.
Buzz!
Just as apprehension flickered across everyone's faces, a dazzling and immense Sword Light erupted from Xia Daoyun's being, surging outwards to meet the downpour of demonic swords.
Under the purifying brilliance of the Sword Light, every single demonic sword plummeted to the ground, embedding themselves diagonally into the broad expanse of earth before Yumen Pass’s city wall.
The remaining Sword Light then swept over the advancing waves of Demon Race soldiers. The boundless torrent of Mana surged forth, annihilating the demonic cultivators before they could even utter a cry, leaving absolutely no trace behind – not even a drop of blood.
The sheer might of a Sword Immortal was truly terrifying.
However, in the face of such power unleashed by Xia Daoyun, Chi Venerable merely narrowed his eyes slightly, appearing completely unfazed.
This was no mere bluster; he indeed harbored a meticulously crafted strategy.
His assault was never intended to directly slay Xia Daoyun. If a Sword Immortal could be so easily overcome, Yumen Pass would have been annihilated long ago.
Chi Venerable’s actions were solely aimed at compelling Xia Daoyun to expend her strength. He reasoned that if the fearless Demon Race troops, through their ceaseless sacrifices, were eroding the vitality of the Long Wind Formation and the cultivators of Yumen Pass, then he, in turn, was continuously draining Xia Daoyun’s essence.
Even the most potent spirits eventually meet their end. ...... Once the war between the Dao and the Demon Race commences, there's no retreat. Heavy, dark clouds draped themselves over the Sky Dome Heaven, lingering day and night, obscuring even the sun's rays. In Heavenly River City. The night deepened. This was a true night, not one merely brought about by clouds hiding the sun. Darkness enveloped the land in all directions, stretching for thousands of miles, utterly devoid of any light. Within this vastness, the brightly illuminated Heavenly River City resembled a lone vessel adrift on the immense Heavenly River Sea. Emperor Ju Que stood atop the city walls, gazing out across the dark expanse. The Demon Race's army advanced like relentless waves under the cloak of night, a sight that instilled a profound sense of dread. Even the seasoned cultivators of Heavenly River City found themselves unnerved by such a formidable display. "Pavilion Master Qi, do you believe Luohu will achieve his goal?" Emperor Ju Que finally broke the heavy silence, the oppressive atmosphere weighing on him. Standing beside him, shrouded in the darkness, was an "old man" whose hair was entirely white. "I can sense his aura intensifying; he is on the verge of success." After a brief pause, Qi Butian responded slowly.