Chapter 879
Meritorious Service
Buzz!
As Zhao Feng attacked, terrifying power surged into the protective barrier.
But from within the barrier came the shrieks of countless demonic faces, and the power of the Heavenly Emperor Seal was drawn by the cloud patterns and dispersed throughout the entire barrier.
Pangu's axe, which split the heavens and earth, was like a mud ox entering the sea, or like striking a piece of chewing gum.
Zhao Feng jerked his arm and pulled out the axe blade.
The cover was restored to its original state.
Moro's laughter grew louder, "Fourth level of the Primordial Realm, holding a top-tier treasure, do you really think you can ignore realms?"
"The Nine Cloud Demonic Smoke Devouring Yuan Cover is a seventh-order Primordial Spiritual Treasure, with nine layers of Devouring Yuan Rules forming a self-contained cycle within it."
"The stronger your attack, the faster it devours you."
"Zhao Feng, no matter how fiercely you fight inside, you're just feeding the Emperor's treasures."
The Mantis Demon Lord soared into the sky, his flesh and blood regenerating. Looking at Zhao Feng, he said to Mo Luo, "Brother Dao, why don't I go in and tear him apart?"
Moro sneered, "Fool! Although his strength is average, there's no need to take the risk. We can kill him after his strength is weakened by the Devouring Yuan Shield!"
The Shadow Demon Lord reformed, hidden in the black smoke outside the shroud, his voice broken, "The creatures within the city won't last much longer."
Inside the cover.
A young armored soldier lost his crossbow and knelt on the city wall.
He tried to pick up the crossbow, but the moment his fingers touched the crossbow, his entire arm turned gray.
His comrades rushed over and grabbed him.
"Hold on!"
As soon as he finished speaking, half of the armored soldier's body fell apart, the armor was empty, and the person inside had been drained dry by the black light.
The ashes were sucked into the sky by the Nine Clouds Demonic Smoke Devouring Shield and merged into the demonic face on the shield wall.
The demonic mask split open, emitting a satisfied, eerie laugh.
Chaos erupted on the city wall in an instant.
Wang Jian's eyes were bloodshot. He swung his sword to cut off the black lines falling in front of him, but as soon as he cut one, ten more fell from the barrier.
The Qin warriors behind him fell one after another.
He did not die in battle.
Instead, while he was standing, the eerie black light drained away his life force, magic power, and soul, leaving him no time to leave his last words.
"Form ranks!"
Wang Jian roared loudly.
Hundreds of thousands of armored soldiers forcibly activated their military formation, battle flags were raised, and the phantom of a black dragon coiled atop the city wall.
As soon as the black dragon took shape, nine layers of demonic clouds pressed down.
The black dragon roared as it soared into the sky, its claws gripping the protective barrier and tearing out sparks.
But the next moment, the demonic mask on the barrier opened its mouth.
The black dragon's body was drawn into thin streams of air, which rolled upwards along with the black light.
The battle flag exploded.
The three thousand soldiers leading the battle formation simultaneously coughed up blood, their chests collapsed, and their bodies rapidly turned ashen.
Wang Jian plunged his sword into the city wall, forcibly supporting himself, his teeth almost crushed.
At this time.
Deep within the majestic pass, a grand black and gold hall suddenly opened.
The First Emperor stepped out of the main hall.
He was dressed in a black imperial robe and wore a twelve-tassel crown. Behind him, the fortune of the Great Qin Dynasty transformed into a long black dragon river, sweeping across the entire majestic pass.
He raised his hand and grasped the Tai'a Sword, which fell into his palm. "Do the demons think that the Qin Realm has no one to rely on?"
As the First Emperor ascended to heaven in one step, ninety-nine black dragons of fortune behind him raised their heads in unison.
The people in the city, who were on the verge of collapse, immediately quieted down when they saw the emperor's figure.
"Your Majesty the First Emperor!"
"His Majesty has made a move!"
Without hesitation, the First Emperor raised his sword and slashed at the sky.
Ninety-nine black dragons of fortune coiled around the Heavenly Question Sword, its light piercing through the void within the shield, striking the lower cloud pattern of the Nine Cloud Demon Smoke Devouring Yuan Shield.
boom!
The wall of the enclosure shook violently.
One of the nine layers of cloud patterns was cleaved in two, causing thousands of demonic faces to shatter simultaneously.
Moro stood outside the barrier, sneering repeatedly, "Interesting. A mere ant at the third level of the Hongmeng Realm dares to attempt to destroy my treasure?"
The First Emperor struck again with his sword.
This single sword strike could affect the very fate of the entire Ninth Fortress.
The residual energy from the Qin people, the immortal Qin warriors, and many cultivators in the city all converged here.
Wang Jian forced himself to draw his sword, knelt down, and clasped his hands in a fist salute. "Your Majesty, I beg you to use the spirit of my Great Qin army!"
The armored soldiers who were still standing on the city wall all leaned on the ground with their swords.
"The spirit of the Qin army belongs to Your Majesty!"
The Heilong River has become even more profound.
The sharpness of the Heavenly Question Sword surged, and the sword's blade pressed down, causing the void to crack with countless patterns.
The First Emperor unleashed his third sword strike.
This sword strike caused all the black light within the shield to pause for a moment.
Tongtian suddenly looked up.
"A great opportunity!"
The four swords of Zhuxian trembled simultaneously.
Four sword energies—Trapping Immortal, Slaying Immortal, Absolute Immortal, and Slaughtering Immortal—rose from the center of the formation and merged into the sword mark left by the First Emperor.
Yuanshi activated the afterimage of the Pangu Banner, and chaotic energy fell from the banner surface, directly bombarding the same spot.
The Supreme Being raised his hand and presented the Taiji diagram, spreading out the Yin and Yang energies and pressing the black light to both sides.
Nuwa held up the Mountain and River Map with both hands. The light and shadow of the mountains and rivers in the map flew out and transformed into countless spiritual patterns, which stuck to the wall and prevented the nine layers of cloud patterns from rotating.
Houtu led the twelve ancestral witches in a illusory display that soared into the sky.
Dijiang tore open space.
Zhu Rong spewed forth a sea of fire.
Gonggong crashed into the barrier.
Xuanming unleashed a chilling aura.
The power of the twelve ancestral witches struck the sword mark simultaneously.
The entire Ninth Pass was shaken and sank several feet.
The demon army outside the city was also wiped out in large numbers by the aftershocks.
Zhao Feng stood high in the sky, with the Earth Emperor's Book still pressing down below, blocking the densest black light from the people in the city.
He saw the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, the First Emperor, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches join forces, and Pangu's axe was raised once again.
"cut."
An ax fell.
The axe light slashed deep into the barrier wall along the cracks created by the crowd.
The Nine Clouds Demonic Smoke Devouring Yuan Shield finally emitted a piercing tearing sound.
A crack that stretched for tens of thousands of miles appeared on the wall of the enclosure.
On the city wall, many people couldn't help but cheer.
Wang Jian also gripped his sword tightly.
However, just as the cheers began, the nine layers of cloud patterns on the wall simultaneously reversed.
The thirty-three demonic nests roared, and demonic energy poured back into the shield.
The demonic faces surrounding the rift opened their maws and swallowed the First Emperor's sword energy, the Immortal Slaughtering Sword energy, the Ancestral Witch's evil energy, and Zhao Feng's Heaven-Opening Axe Light.
The crack closed.
The cover was restored to its original state.
The backlash followed immediately.
The First Emperor grunted, a corner of his imperial robe shattered, and thirty percent of the black dragon's fortune on the Heavenly Question Sword was pulled away.
The three Pure Ones retreated simultaneously.
The Zhuxian Sword in Tongtian's hand trembled violently, and his tiger's mouth split open.
Yuanshi's face turned pale, and the afterimage of the Pangu Banner dissipated.
The Supreme One suppressed the blood surging in his throat, and the Taiji diagram dimmed.
The scroll depicting mountains and rivers in front of Nuwa had its edges charred black, and the phantom images of several mountain ranges in the scroll collapsed.
The twelve ancestral witch phantoms were entangled by the black light, and a large part of their baleful energy was drawn away. Houtu swayed and almost fell off her position.
The hopes that had just begun to rise in the city were crushed on the spot.
A young woman held her daughter and hid under the landscape painting; her granddaughter's body had begun to fade.
"Mother..."
The little girl had barely uttered two words when she turned to ashes.
The young woman reached out to grab it, but only managed to grab a handful of ash.
The next instant, the young woman was also pierced through the chest by the black light, her body turning gray.
Cries of weeping filled the city.
Many cultivators sat cross-legged on the ground, desperately circulating their cultivation techniques, but their spiritual energy was sucked away by the black light as soon as it gathered. Some sect elders used their bodies to protect their disciples.
The black light passed through his back and then emerged from the disciple's chest.
The master and apprentice turned to ashes at the same time.
After absorbing these living beings, the demonic faces on the Nine Clouds Demonic Smoke Devouring Shield became clearer, and even the black smoke thickened.
Moro's loud laughter came from outside the shroud, "Zhao Feng, did you see that?"
"This is what happens when you oppose me."
The Mantis Demon Lord also laughed strangely, "So what if you can fight? You can't protect these people. In front of my demon clan's supreme treasure, you are destined to die."
The Shadow Demon Lord writhed outside the shroud, his voice emanating from every wisp of black smoke, "Kneel down, commit suicide, and perhaps we can spare a few survivors for this city, to make them slaves of my demon realm."
Moro raised his black spear, pointing the tip at Zhao Feng. "Zhao Feng, I will give you ten breaths."
"Ten breaths later, within the Ninth Fortress, a million people died with each breath."
On the city wall, Wang Jian roared, "Bullshit!"
He had barely finished cursing when a large number of armored soldiers fell behind him.
A black light pierced through the army formation, shattering pieces of armor and weapons.
Wang Jian turned around and helped a young deputy general.
The lieutenant's chest was empty, yet he still clutched the battle flag, refusing to let go. "General... the flag hasn't fallen..."
Before he could finish speaking, he and the flag turned to ashes.
Wang Jian's hand froze in mid-air, his palm filled with only ashes.
then.
On the city wall, the Qin warriors fell one after another.
Some people were still in the position of drawing their crossbows when, in the next moment, their armor was empty.
Someone rushed over to help their comrade, but the moment their hand touched the shoulder armor, they too were pierced by the black light.
The situation inside the city was even worse.
Cries, screams, and the sounds of magical artifacts exploding were all mixed together.
Nuwa held up the Map of Mountains and Rivers, her arms trembling.
The scroll protected a large number of people, but dark light seeped in from the edges of the scroll, and many lives were still turned to ashes.
The Tongtian Sect Leader's face was ashen, and the Four Swords of Zhuxian resonated before him.
With a single sword strike, he cleaved through hundreds of streaks of black light.
More quickly fell onto the wall.
Yuanshi Tianzun pressed down on the afterimage of the Pangu Banner, and a tear appeared in the Taoist robe on his chest.
The Taiji diagram in the Supreme Master's palm dimmed, and the Yin and Yang energies were torn into chaos by the Devouring Yuan Rules.
The illusory image of the Ancestral Witch behind Houtu continued to shrink.
The phantoms of Dijiang, Zhurong, Gonggong, and others were still attacking the protective barrier, but with each impact, a large amount of malevolent energy was drawn away by the nine layers of cloud patterns.
The First Emperor stood high in the sky, the Tai'a sword still dripping blood.
That was the blood seeping from his palm after it was cracked by the impact.
Of the original ninety-nine black dragons of destiny, only sixty-odd remained. The remaining dragons were also entangled in black light and emitted low roars.
Moro stood outside the Nine Clouds Demonic Smoke Devouring Shield, raised his finger, and said, "Six breaths."
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire city inside the enclosure turned to gray.
There were originally hundreds of thousands of people hiding under the formation there.
The array plate was still spinning, but the person was gone.
Moro laughed loudly, "Zhao Feng, I've said it before, a million die every breath. Who can you save?"
The Mantis Demon Lord stared at Zhao Feng inside the protective barrier, his laughter shrill, "He can't be saved."
"The more people die in this city, the stronger the Nine Cloud Demonic Smoke Devouring Shield will become."
The Shadow Demon Lord's voice came from the edge of the barrier, "Zhao Feng, keep holding on. Hold on until the whole city is wiped out, then you'll be almost done for."
The First Emperor, holding the Tai'a sword, looked at Zhao Feng and said, "Feng'er, if there is truly no way to break this, then you must leave! As long as you can survive, there is still hope!"
Zhao Feng stood high in the sky, the black light around him growing denser and denser.
The 840 million microparticle worlds diverted the Devouring Yuan Rules, but the shield extracted not only life force, but also Dao principles, soul power, and fortune.
The Earth Emperor's Book pressed down on the majestic pass, and the thick earthen light blocked the densest patch of black light.
The Heavenly Emperor Seal hovered in front of him, buzzing as it was ground by the Devouring Yuan Rules.
The black smoke left behind when Pangu cleaved the barrier still lingered on the blade of his axe.
Zhao Feng glanced down at the city.
Ashes are rising into the air.
The crying is decreasing.
It's not that everyone stopped crying.
It is the people who can cry who are dying.
This situation is despairing. The indestructible treasure is being lost, and even Zhao Feng will be worn down to death!
But at that moment, Zhao Feng suddenly raised his hand and touched his forehead.
next moment.
The reflection of an ancient pool emerged from behind him.
The pool water was a murky color, with countless tiny points of light flickering on its surface.
Moro's smile froze. "What is that?"
Zhao Feng raised his hand and pressed down.
The Primordial Spirit Pool of Creation rests above the Ninth Great Pass.
On the city wall, Wang Jian stared wide-eyed.
Before him, flesh and blood were being reconstructed within the armor.
The lieutenant suddenly opened his eyes, knelt before Wang Jian, still clutching the flagpole, "General, the flag..."
He froze halfway through his sentence.
Wang Jian was also stunned.
Inside the city, figures began to coalesce again.
The little girl woke up in her mother's arms and looked around blankly.
The young woman hugged her daughter and cried so hard she almost couldn't breathe.
Beneath the map of mountains and rivers, the previously empty area is now filled with human voices.
Outside the shroud, Moro's expression finally changed. "Impossible."
"The Devouring Shield has already swallowed their life force, soul, and Dao principles."
How could they possibly come back?
Moro suddenly lowered his head, sensing the Nine Clouds Demonic Smoke Devouring Yuan Shield.
The life energy that had been absorbed from within the enclosure was still there.
The soul power swallowed by the demon mask is also there.
The magic weapon did not lose any power.
But those who died came back to life.
His face darkened completely as he stared at Zhao Feng. "I never imagined you had such methods! However, reviving them by expending your own resources is nothing but drinking poison to quench thirst. Zhao Feng, you are too soft-hearted!"
Zhao Feng stood before the Creation Primordial Spirit Pool, his robes torn in several places by the black light.
Each time the light fell from the pool, a portion of the essence of his 840 million microparticle world was drawn away to fill the void needed for his resurrection.
This is not easy.
Too many people died at the Ninth Pass.
Every individual needs to rebuild their physical body, soul, and spirit.
But Zhao Feng showed no hesitation whatsoever.
He pointed with his hand.
In the last empty block of the city, everyone came back to life.
Zhao Feng then looked up at the outside of the barrier, "Kill a million people in ten breaths? I'll let you kill them."
Moro's face twitched.
Zhao Feng continued, "No matter how many you kill, I will resurrect them all. Let's see who can outlast whom!"
On the city wall, Wang Jian suddenly stood up, raised his sword and roared angrily.
"May the Realm Lord be victorious!"
"May the Realm Lord be victorious!"
Millions of Qin warriors roared simultaneously. The fear that had been drained and then revived in their chests was now completely transformed into rage.
The First Emperor raised the Tai'a sword, and the black dragon of destiny gathered again.
The Three Pure Ones returned to their positions at the core of the formation.
Nuwa activated the Mountain and River Map, protecting all the resurrected people under its light.
Houtu pressed her palm to the ground, and the illusory figures of the Twelve Ancestral Witches rose higher once more.
Moro's voice boomed from outside the barrier, "Zhao Feng, since you insist on a war of attrition, then let's see if my Demon Realm's resources are deeper, or yours are more substantial!"
Zhao Feng smiled slightly but did not answer.
He sat cross-legged, suspended in the void, his mind and consciousness immersed in the Chaos Pearl.
Before him lay the Primordial Treasure Chest, the system reward he had received after killing Su Ming, Wang Lin, and the others! (End of Chapter)