Chapter 878
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Ye Fan and the others wanted to persuade him further, but Zhao Feng's figure had already disappeared into the crevice.
The gash that had torn open the frontier closed behind him, leaving only churning, chaotic air currents.
Ye Fan looked at Hong Yi, "Just how serious is the situation at the Ninth Fortress?"
Hong Yi's expression was solemn. On the scroll in his hand, the words were still jumping around, combining into blurry battlefield scenes.
"It's terrible."
Hong Yi spoke in a deep voice, “The thirty-six demon nests are connected together, forming a projection of the Primordial Demon Realm. The demonic energy obscures a corner of the sky of the Infinite Continent. If an ordinary Hongmeng Realm cultivator enters, their Dao Fruit will be eroded by the demonic energy in a single encounter.”
Xiao Yan and Lin Dong exchanged a glance, their expressions grave.
"A demon at the seventh level of the Primordial Chaos Realm has personally taken action?" Lin Dong pressed.
Hong Yi nodded. "There was more than one. I saw three equally powerful auras, one of which was particularly strong and had probably reached the mid-stage of the seventh level of the Hongmeng Realm."
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The Ninth Fortress.
The sky was no longer its original color; it was now completely covered by thick, inky demonic energy.
Thirty-six enormous, star-like demonic nests floated in the sky, connected by black lightning, forming a terrifying array spanning hundreds of millions of miles.
Below the demon's lair lies an endless army of demons.
They converged into a black ocean, repeatedly crashing against the defensive array of the Ninth Fortress.
boom!
A massive abyssal dragon, its size comparable to a mountain range, crashed into the array's light barrier, creating a violent ripple of energy.
The light screen shook violently, and the runes flowing on it dimmed slightly.
On the city wall, Wang Jian, clad in armor, stood with his hand on his longsword, his face grim. "Archery battalion, fire!"
At his command, millions of Qin soldiers on the city wall simultaneously drew their giant crossbows.
Those crossbow bolts were no ordinary objects; each one was engraved with demon-slaying runes, and the arrowheads gleamed with a chilling light.
shhhhhh!
Arrows rained down, transforming into streaks of light that precisely struck the demon army.
Large numbers of demons were pierced by the rain of arrows, their bodies exploding and dissipating into black smoke.
But there are just too many of them.
As one group of demons fell, even more demons surged forward from behind, continuing their relentless charge without fear of death.
Deep within the majestic pass.
The Tongtian Sect Leader, the Primordial Heavenly Venerable, and the Supreme Three Pure Ones sat cross-legged at the core of the formation, fully activating the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation.
Four ancient, ancient swords hung high in the sky, their sword energy descending and transforming into a vast sea of sword energy that stretched for thousands of miles, keeping the most ferocious wave of demons at bay.
But none of the Three Pure Ones looked well.
Yuanshi Tianzun said in a deep voice, "The Demon Nest is connected to the source, and its power is inexhaustible. If this continues, the sword formation will not last long."
On the other side.
The Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation was also operating at its maximum.
The phantoms of the twelve ancestral witches, including Houtu, Dijiang, and Zhurong, stood between heaven and earth, their murderous aura soaring to the sky, tearing apart a demon from the third level of the Primordial Chaos who was attempting to break through from the high sky.
However, demons of this level were commonplace in the army.
One or two deaths or injuries are completely harmless.
Moreover, every time they slay a powerful enemy, the demonic lair in the sky will send down even denser demonic energy to replenish the army's losses.
Nuwa held up the Mountain and River Map in her hands. As the scroll unfolded, it protected the millions of living beings in the city. However, the light and shadow of the mountains and rivers on the scroll became increasingly blurred under the erosion of demonic energy.
"Their real killer move hasn't been made yet." Houtu's voice was hoarse as she looked up at the thirty-six demon nests.
Just then.
All thirty-six demon nests suddenly trembled simultaneously.
A terrifying pressure, far exceeding anything seen before, descended from the sky.
The protective array of the Ninth Pass emitted a buzzing sound, and fine cracks appeared on the light screen.
On the city wall, countless Xianqin warriors were forced to kneel on one knee by this oppressive force, and those with weaker cultivation even coughed up blood.
Wang Jian leaned on his longsword to steady himself, his eyes filled with horror.
The Three Pure Ones and the Twelve Ancestral Witches simultaneously groaned, blood seeping from the corners of their mouths.
The sword light of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation and the baleful aura of the Heavenly Gods were actually suppressed by this pressure by a hundred feet!
A giant hand covered in black scales emerged from the depths of demonic energy and slowly pressed down on the Ninth Fortress.
The palm was so large that it blocked out all the light, and the lines on the palm were like bottomless abysses.
Before the palm even landed, cracks had already begun to spread on the light screen.
Wang Jian bit his tongue, forced himself to stand up straight, and roared hoarsely, "Immortal Qin, fight to the death!"
"Fight to the death!"
Millions of armored warriors roared simultaneously, burning their own lifeblood in a final desperate attempt.
But before that colossal, world-destroying hand, they were as fragile as ants, unable to even put up a fight.
Just as the giant hand was about to touch the array's light barrier.
A calm voice suddenly rang out, "I have returned."
The words fell.
The demonic aura above the Ninth Pass was torn apart by an invisible force.
A figure emerged from the crack and stood in mid-air.
He was dressed in black with black hair, and his figure was not particularly tall, but the moment he appeared, the demonic hand that was powerful enough to crush a fortress stopped in mid-air.
Wang Jian, standing on the city wall, was stunned.
The Three Pure Ones and the Twelve Ancestral Witches at the heart of the formation were stunned.
All those who had fought valiantly looked up at that figure, their faces shifting from despair to ecstasy, "It's the Lord of the Realm!"
"The Realm Lord has returned!"
Zhao Feng did not look at them.
He merely raised his eyes to look at the demonic hand suspended in mid-air, and the churning demonic energy behind it, and asked, "Who gave you the audacity to touch my people?"
He raised his hand and threw a punch.
Boom!
The force of the fist shot skyward and collided with that overwhelming demonic hand.
boom!
The demonic hand began to shatter from its center, its seemingly indestructible black scales crumbling away inch by inch.
That destructive force surged upwards, piercing through the demonic energy canopy, and finally slammed into the formation composed of thirty-six demonic nests.
Rumble!
The three demonic lairs exploded on the spot, turning into a sky full of black flames.
Zhao Feng's punch shook the entire demon race's formation.
As the force of the punch landed, three figures finally emerged from the depths of the churning demonic energy.
The leader was a demon dressed in a black royal robe and wearing a hideous bone crown.
He was tall and his face bore a seven-tenths resemblance to that of a human, but his eyes were pure black, like two black holes that devoured light.
It was none other than a Demon Emperor, Mo Luo, at the seventh level of the Primordial Chaos Realm.
Behind him were two other demon lords of different forms. One was shaped like a mantis with six arms made of bone blades; the other was shrouded in a writhing shadow, making it impossible to see its exact appearance.
Moro's gaze swept past the Ninth Fortress, locking onto Zhao Feng, and he spoke in a cold voice, "Zhao Feng? You dare to come back."
He clearly recognized Zhao Feng's identity.
Zhao Feng laughed, "This is my territory, why wouldn't I dare to go back?"
He took a step forward, releasing his aura without reservation.
Eight hundred and forty million primordial universe prototypes were operating simultaneously within his body, and that vast and boundless power surged forth, actually forcing the surrounding demonic energy back tens of thousands of miles.
The pressure above the Ninth Pass suddenly eased.
The Three Pure Ones and the Twelve Ancestral Witches immediately seized the opportunity, and the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation and the Heavenly God and Demon Formation shone brightly again, suppressing the remaining demon army once more.
Moro's dark pupils contracted slightly.
He could sense that although Zhao Feng's aura was only at the fourth level of the Hongmeng Realm, the essence of that power made even this mid-stage Hongmeng Realm expert feel a chill in his heart. "No wonder he dared to kill my Demon Lord of the Demon Realm. He really does have some skill."
Moro snorted coldly, "However, do you think you alone can stop my thirty-six realms of the Demon Clan?"
He raised his hand, and the thirty-three intact demon nests behind him trembled once more.
Endless demonic energy gathered and condensed in his palm into a long, pitch-black spear.
On the gun barrel, the faces of countless wronged souls struggled and screamed.
"Kill him!" Moro commanded. The Mantis Demon Lord and the Shadow Demon Lord behind him moved simultaneously.
The Mantis Demon Lord flashed across thousands of miles of void, its six bone blade arms transforming into a dazzling net of blades, slicing towards Zhao Feng from all directions.
Each blade of light contains the sharpness to sever the laws of nature.
The Shadow Demon Lord transformed into a massive shadow, silently spreading to Zhao Feng's feet. Countless twisted tentacles emerged from the shadow, wrapping around his legs.
Zhao Feng didn't even glance at them.
He flipped his left hand, and the Book of the Earthly Sovereign appeared.
The thick, imperial earth light spread out, forming an absolutely defensive domain.
Jingle bells!
The Mantis Demon Lord unleashed a flurry of attacks with its six arms, the bone blades striking the light barrier of the Earth Emperor's Book, sending sparks flying everywhere.
The Shadow Demon Lord's shadow tentacles had just wrapped around Zhao Feng's ankle when they were crushed into vapor by the earth light.
Zhao Feng stepped on the ground.
The heavy imperial earth slid outwards, causing the mantis demon lord's chest armor to cave in instantly, and its six bony arms to be shaken up simultaneously.
The Shadow Demon Lord's body, which had been hidden on the ground, was forced out, and black mist churned, emitting a piercing scream.
Zhao Feng pressed down on the Earth Emperor's Book with his left hand, while his right hand had already grasped the Pangu Axe that split the heavens and earth.
He moved in a flash and appeared directly in front of the Mantis Demon Lord.
The Mantis Demon Lord reacted extremely quickly, crossing its six arms and stacking bone blades to form a defense.
Zhao Feng swung his axe down.
Click!
Three of the six bone blades were broken.
The Mantis Demon Lord's chest was cleaved open by the axe wind, black blood spraying out, and his massive body crashed down onto the demon army below.
The demons below were smashed to pieces, and the Qin warriors on the city wall roared in fury.
"The Realm Lord is mighty!"
Wang Jian's hand holding the sword was trembling.
It's not fear.
It was the anger that had been suppressed for too long finally finding an outlet.
When that demonic hand fell, almost everyone at the Ninth Fortress was ready to die.
But as soon as Zhao Feng returned, the demonic energy pressing down on the city was repelled, and the Demon Lord of the Seventh Heaven of Hongmeng was cleaved away head-on.
That felt so good.
Taking advantage of the situation, the Tongtian Sect Leader activated the Four Swords of Zhuxian, and the sword energy shot up from the city wall into the sky, cutting a group of demon vanguard into pieces.
The Primordial Celestial Venerable spoke in a deep voice, "Now is the time to stabilize the core of the formation."
The Supreme Being pressed his palm onto the array plate, and the illusory image of the Taiji diagram spread out, patching up the broken parts of the city-protecting array one by one.
Nuwa activated the Mountain and River Map, and the demonic energy from the millions of living beings in the city was drawn away, turning into ashes and dissipating.
Houtu looked at Zhao Feng in the sky, and her tense expression finally relaxed a little.
But the next moment, her face darkened again.
The Demon Emperor Mo Luo, who was at the mid-stage of the seventh level of the Primordial Chaos Realm, took out an item with a flip of his hand.
It was a pitch-black dome.
The cloak has nine layers of cloud patterns, and within each layer are countless demonic faces that open their mouths and spew out fine black smoke.
As soon as the black smoke appeared, the demonic energy that had just been dispelled above the Ninth Pass pressed down again.
Wang Jian's expression changed drastically. "Lord of the Realm, be careful!"
Moro raised the shield, his voice resounding throughout the battlefield, "Zhao Feng, you were able to defeat the Demon Lord under my command head-on, so I acknowledge that you are worthy of my use of this treasure."
"Nine Clouds Demonic Smoke Devouring Yuan Cover".
The words were spoken.
The Nine Clouds Demonic Smoke Devouring Yuan Cover soared into the sky.
As soon as the cover left his hand, it rapidly expanded, and nine layers of cloud patterns lit up in sequence.
Above the Ninth Great Pass, the sky was completely obscured.
Beneath the ground, the array base was shrouded in black smoke.
Both inside and outside the city, the void rifts have all closed.
Even the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation set up by the Three Pure Ones was suppressed within the shield, and the sword light was swallowed up by layers of black clouds after hitting the shield wall.
Zhao Feng's expression changed.
He raised his hand and swung his axe.
The light of the Heaven-Opening Axe swept across the sky and struck the barrier heavily.
boom!
A large section of the cover wall has sunk inwards.
But the depression only lasted for a moment. The nine layers of cloud patterns rotated at the same time, and the axe light was swallowed up deep inside the cover.
Like a clay ox sinking into the sea, it had no effect whatsoever due to the lack of a cover.
Zhao Feng frowned.
Before he could think it through, countless black rays of light fell from inside the shroud.
Those rays of light did not harm the physical body or destroy magical artifacts, but instead penetrated directly into everyone's body.
On the city wall, several Qin warriors were about to raise their swords to block, but their swords passed right through the light.
Their vital energy rapidly declined, and the skin beneath their armor turned gray.
Wang Jian roared, and his armor emitted a divine light, protecting the surrounding soldiers.
But the black light was all-pervasive, constantly draining their life force.
Nuwa's Mountain and River Map was also eroded by the black light, and the mountains and rivers on the scroll began to dim.
The Tongtian Sect Leader swung his sword, and after one beam of black light broke off, ten more beams immediately fell from the barrier.
The ancestral witch phantom behind Houtu was entangled in black light, and its malevolent aura was gradually devoured.
Dijiang roared, his phantom wings tearing through space, only to find that the surrounding spacetime was sealed off by a barrier, and even the laws of space could not be transferred out.
Zhao Feng looked down at the back of his hand.
The black light fell on him and was diverted by the 840 million micro-particle universe within his body.
Even so, he could still feel his life being slowly drained away.
His gaze sharpened.
This magical artifact is truly bizarre; it is a treasure that can achieve victory without bloodshed, silently weakening and trapping enemies within it, continuously consuming them.
Moro stood outside the barrier and laughed loudly, "Zhao Feng, aren't you supposed to be a good fighter?"
"Aren't you capable of crossing borders to kill enemies?"
"Come, break one and show it to me."
He raised his hand and pressed down, and demonic energy poured into all thirty-three demon nests at the same time.
The Nine Clouds Demonic Smoke Devouring Yuan Covered the area, its nine layers of cloud patterns spinning faster and faster, while dense black light fell down.
The defensive array of the Ninth Pass emitted a piercing sound, and large sections of the array patterns went out.
Zhao Feng did not reply.
He soared to great heights.
Pangu's axe that split the heavens, the Heavenly Emperor's Seal, and the Earthly Emperor's Book appeared simultaneously.
The Earth Emperor's Book suppressed the Ninth Great Pass below, blocking some of the black light for the people in the city.
The Heavenly Emperor's Seal shot into the sky and crashed head-on into the protective barrier.
Pangu's axe then fell.
boom!
The airspace above the enclosure was filled with explosions.
The crater created by the Heavenly Emperor's Seal had barely appeared when the Heaven-Opening Axe struck the same spot.
The nine-layered cloud pattern finally paused for a moment.
Everyone in the city looked up.
Zhao Feng exerted force with both arms, and the microscopic universe within his body roared simultaneously, "Open!" (End of this chapter)