Chapter 881
Trapped?
Zhao Feng swung the Primordial Divine Sword toward the head of the Demon King.
Moro raised his spear to block.
clang!
The black gun curved into a crescent moon.
Moro's arms went numb, and the demonic energy beneath his feet was shattered in large swaths.
Zhao Feng punched him in the chest with his left hand.
boom!
Moro's newly recovered sternum collapsed again, and he smashed through the outer shell of a demon's lair.
Before the demons inside the demon's lair could react, Zhao Feng had already followed.
Pangu's axe, which had been used to create the world, flew up and cleaved down with a single blow.
The demon's lair split open from the middle.
Tens of millions of demons were shredded by the axe's light.
Moro roared as he charged out of the wreckage, his black spear aimed at Zhao Feng's brow.
The Great Destruction Primordial Spear flew out on its own, blocking the black spear.
The spearhead slid along the gun barrel.
A deep gash was cut into the black gun.
Moro's expression changed again, "A Primordial Sacred Artifact!"
He finally recognized the grade of the spear.
The Mantis Demon Lord attacked from Zhao Feng's side and rear, slashing down with its three bony arms.
Zhao Feng grabbed backhand and smashed out the Heavenly Emperor Seal.
boom!
The Mantis Demon Lord's three bony arms exploded, and half of his body was dented by the Heavenly Emperor Seal.
Zhao Feng stepped forward and slammed his knee into the abdomen of the Mantis Demon Lord.
The Mantis Demon Lord curled up in a ball, spitting out black blood.
Zhao Feng grabbed him by the neck and flung him directly toward Moro.
Just as Moro regained his footing, he was struck by the Mantis Demon Lord.
Two powerful beings at the seventh level of the Primordial Chaos Realm shattered a large swath of demonic energy.
The Tongtian Sect Leader laughed loudly, and the Four Swords of Zhuxian charged out of the city.
The four swords are specifically designed to slay demon priests.
With each death of a group of priests, the replenishment of demonic energy in Moro's body weakens.
Yuanshi activated the Pangu Banner, severing the connection between the several demon nests.
The Supreme Being used the Taiji diagram to trap the returning demonic energy.
Houtu led the twelve illusory figures of the Ancestral Witches into the demon army, tearing a bloody path through them.
Nuwa did not get too deeply involved in the battle; she laid out the Map of Mountains and Rivers above the pass and collected all the swirling black energy.
The pressure on the Ninth Fortress has finally eased.
Seeing the battle spiraling out of control, Moro's face darkened considerably. "Retreat to the borderlands!"
At his command, all thirty-three demon nests retreated simultaneously.
The demon army began to burn themselves to cover the retreat of the demon lair.
Zhao Feng raised his hand and pressed down.
The bell of Hongmeng Town resounded.
The surrounding void was frozen in place.
The seven demon nests at the very front paused in their movements.
Zhao Feng, wielding the Primordial Divine Sword, charged into the fray.
With a single sword strike, the outer shell of the first demon's lair shattered.
The Heavenly Emperor's Seal crashed down, crushing the second demon's lair into ruins.
Pangu's axe swept across, splitting the third demon nest along with the demons inside.
The Great Destruction Primordial Spear pierced out, shattering the core of the fourth demon nest.
The Wheel of All Heavens Reverts to its Origin rotates, draining all the demonic energy from the fifth demon nest.
The sixth and seventh demon nests even attempted to self-destruct.
Zhao Feng reached out and grabbed, simultaneously swallowing 840 million microparticles.
The power of the two demon nests exploding was divided into countless parts and dissipated in the blink of an eye.
Moro's expression grew increasingly grim.
He hadn't expected that the offensive and defensive positions would change so drastically in such a short time.
"Zhao Feng!"
He burned his Demon Emperor essence, and his black spear grew to ten thousand feet long, crashing head-on into Zhao Feng.
Zhao Feng raised the Primordial Divine Sword to block the attack.
boom!
The two forces collided, creating a huge rift in the center of the battlefield.
The rift stretched outwards, tearing open the void at the edge of the infinite continents, leading straight to the edge of the universe.
Moro used the recoil to retreat into the rift.
The Mantis Demon Lord and the Shadow Demon Lord also fled.
The remaining demon nests, drawn by the demonic energy, rushed madly toward the rift.
Zhao Feng did not let them leave easily.
The Great Destruction Primordial Spear thrust out repeatedly.
With each spear strike, the core of a demon's lair explodes.
When Moro retreated to the edge of the universe, only sixteen of the thirty-three demon nests remained.
Above the Ninth Fortress, most of the demonic energy dissipated.
The survivors in the city collapsed to the ground.
Some people cried while holding their newly resurrected loved ones.
Someone was holding the shattered armor and staring blankly.
Wang Jian knelt on the city wall, clasped his hands in the direction Zhao Feng had left, and said, "Respectfully seeing off the Realm Lord as he slays the enemy!"
The First Emperor looked up at the crack, the Tai'a sword still sheathed. "Wang Jian, defend the city."
Wang Jian immediately stood up, "Your subject obeys the decree."
The First Emperor said nothing more, and the black dragon of destiny behind him once again took up residence at the majestic pass.
The Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, and Houtu also stabilized the formation.
They all knew that the real victory or defeat would depend on the outcome of Zhao Feng's battle.
The other end of the tear.
The edge of the universe is desolate and ruined, with scattered stars drifting and turbulent currents crisscrossing.
Moro stood on a ruined star and turned to look at Zhao Feng, who was chasing after him.
Behind him, the sixteen demon nests re-formed their ranks.
Seeing Zhao Feng chasing after him, Mo Luo completely changed his previous panicked escape demeanor, took out a black bone token, and crushed it directly.
After the bone token shattered, a deep drumbeat echoed from the depths of the desolate frontier.
The sixteen demon nests simultaneously opened their deepest altars.
Ancient, demonic figures raised their heads in the altar.
Zhao Feng stepped out of the rift, holding the Great Annihilation Primordial Spear, calmly looking at the altar behind Mo Luo, and sneered: "Call for help? Calling more people is just sending them to their deaths!"
Moro wiped the black blood from his lips, his voice hoarse, "Zhao Feng, you're too arrogant! Did you really think I couldn't do anything to you? You've fallen for my trap!"
As Moro finished speaking, the altars deep within the sixteen demon nests exploded simultaneously.
Blood-red cracks appeared at the bottom of the altar.
The blood-red patterns spread from the demon's lair to the abandoned star, and then from the abandoned star to the desolate void, instantly encircling the entire star field beneath Zhao Feng's feet.
Zhao Feng's Great Annihilation Primordial Spear trembled, its tip piercing straight at Mo Luo.
The spearhead disappeared.
The next instant, a burst of blood-red light exploded in front of Moro.
A blood shield made of countless demonic bones blocked the spear.
The blood shield was pierced, and Moro was still knocked back thousands of miles, but he did not run away again. Instead, he laughed even more wildly.
"Zhao Feng, I've told you, you've fallen into a trap."
“Before we went into battle, the great powers of the Demon Realm had already calculated that you were too complicated in your methods and had too many treasures, so you could not be killed in the usual way.”
"I did not believe it."
"But I still had a backup plan."
He raised his hand and pointed around, "This is where your burial place is prepared."
boom!
A loud noise came from the depths of the desolate borderlands.
One by one, the broken stars cracked open from the inside, and their cores were all buried with blood-red array flags.
After the battle flags were raised, a sea of blood-red light appeared.
The desolate edge of the universe where Zhao Feng was located was instantly cut into an independent battlefield.
The breach in the Ninth Fortress outside was still there, but a thick curtain of blood had appeared between Zhao Feng and the fortress.
Dense array of magical runes appeared on the blood-red curtain.
Each demonic rune was absorbing the power within Zhao Feng's body.
This formation is similar to the Nine Clouds Demonic Smoke Devouring Yuan Shield, but it is even more terrifying, making it an upgraded version of the Devouring Yuan Shield.
The disadvantage is also obvious: it requires a long setup time.
And this is the killing formation that the Demon Realm spent a great deal of time completing!
Zhao Feng's indestructible armor vibrated, and the dark gold patterns on the armor surface flickered continuously under the pressure of the blood light.
The Primordial Chaos Boundary Bell hung overhead; as its toll fell, it shattered large patches of blood-red patterns.
But once the blood-red pattern shatters, it immediately regenerates from all directions.
The Wheel of Heavenly Origin rotated, attempting to reclaim the source stolen by the Blood Array, only to discover that the drawn power did not flow to Moro, but was instead dispersed by the array to the sixteen altars deep within the borderlands.
Zhao Feng raised his hand and grasped the Primordial Divine Sword, saying, "I'd like to see what mysteries your formation holds!"
He took a step forward, his sword slashing towards the nearest blood-red banner.
As the sword light fell, the abandoned star where the array flag was located split in two on the spot.
But the battle flags were not broken.
Blood-red light surged from the fragments of the ruined star, condensing into a ten-thousand-foot-tall demonic shadow. The demonic shadow had red hair and fangs, gripping a blood-red axe in both hands, and cleaved head-on at Zhao Feng.
Zhao Feng raised his sword to meet the attack head-on.
clang!
The demon's arms snapped open.
Zhao Feng threw a punch with his left hand, the force of which slammed into the demon's chest, turning his upper body into a bloody mist.
But when the blood mist returned to the array flags, the magic patterns on the flags became even brighter.
Moro stood outside the formation, his chest wound not yet fully healed, but his tone was extremely smug, "Go ahead and fight."
"The more you fight, the more this energy absorbs."
"Zhao Feng, don't you have many treasures? Don't you have the ability to revive all the living beings in the city?"
"Now I will separate you from the Ninth Fortress and see who you can protect."
Zhao Feng looked up.
Beyond the blood-red curtain, Moro had already turned around.
The Mantis Demon Lord and the Shadow Demon Lord retreated behind him.
The sixteen demon nests also began to change direction.
They no longer surrounded and killed Zhao Feng, but instead targeted the breach in the Ninth Fortress.
Zhao Feng's aura suddenly dropped.
The Great Destruction Primordial Spear hovered beside him, its tip thrusting out repeatedly.
Every spear was locked onto Moro.
Layers of blood and bone shields appeared on the blood curtain.
Once the spearhead penetrates one layer, ten more layers will cover it.
The power of annihilation tore through the blood and light, finally stopping a hundred feet away from Moro.
Moro turned around and spread his hands.
"Almost."
"Unfortunately, it was just a hair's breadth away."
The Mantis Demon Lord chuckled, "Zhao Feng, how imposing you were at the Ninth Pass? Now you can only watch."
The Shadow Demon Lord spoke at the same time, "Those people in the city have only recently been resurrected, and their souls are still unstable. They will be killed very quickly."
Zhao Feng raised his hand and pressed down on the Hongmeng Town Boundary Bell.
Boom!
The bells rang out, and thousands of cracks appeared on the blood-red curtain.
He soared into the sky, and the Primordial Divine Sword slashed down from above.
The sword cleaved through the blood-red curtain.
A huge rift was cleaved open in the blood curtain.
Just as Zhao Feng was about to step out, all sixteen altars simultaneously spewed out pillars of blood.
The blood pillars intertwined, forming a gigantic demonic claw that pressed back in from outside the rift.
Zhao Feng was struck on the left shoulder by the demon's claws.
The indestructible armor blocked most of the force, but he was still forced to fall towards the desolate star below.
boom!
The waste planet was shattered.
The pebbles had barely taken flight when they were pulverized into dust by the power surging from his body.
Zhao Feng burst out of the dust, the Pangu Axe that split the heavens fell into his left hand, and the Primordial Divine Sword fell into his right hand.
The axe and sword struck out simultaneously.
With a single axe stroke, the demon's claws were cleaved open.
He severed the pillar of blood with a single sword stroke.
The blood curtain broke open once more.
Before he could rush out, countless chants of incantations rang out from inside the blood array.
That's not an ordinary demon.
It was a demonic sacrificial spirit that had long been incorporated into the array.
They have no physical bodies, only the essence of the ritual remains, buried here for countless years.
They all awoke at that moment and rushed toward Zhao Feng.
Each sacrificial spirit that collided with him would explode into blood and fire, burning away a portion of his primordial essence.
Zhao Feng raised his hand and grabbed, smashing the Heavenly Emperor Seal down.
boom!
Tens of thousands of sacrificial spirits were crushed by the Heavenly Emperor's Seal.
The Book of the Earthly Sovereign was opened, and a thick, earthy light spread outwards, crushing the approaching sacrificial spirits into blood and ashes.
But the blood array is too large.
As the sacrificial spirits died, another batch emerged from the bottom of the array flags.
Moro has already taken the demon's lair far away.
Before he left, he left behind his last words: "Zhao Feng, break the formation well."
"When you come out, I will throw your head, the First Emperor's head, at your feet, and reunite you and your son!"
The blood curtain made the sound ring out.
Zhao Feng did not retaliate with insults.
He raised the Great Annihilation Primordial War Spear, its tip aimed at the center of the blood curtain.
A world of 840 million microparticles operates simultaneously.
The starry sky within the blood array began to collapse. "Moro, you'd better run fast."
……
Outside the Ninth Fortress, the demonic energy had just dissipated, and the bloodstains on the city walls had not yet been cleaned up.
Wang Jian stood atop the city wall, and the battle flag was raised once more.
The people in the city were taken deep into the landscape painting by Nuwa. Many of them had just returned from the brink of death, their faces were pale, but they did not run away.
The First Emperor stood on the city tower, his Tai'a sword still sheathed.
The Three Pure Ones sat cross-legged at the core of the formation, and the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation had been rearranged.
Houtu led the twelve ancestral witches in illusory forms to protect the earth's veins.
Everyone is waiting for the result from Zhao Feng's side.
But the crack suddenly vibrated.
A ball of pitch-black demonic fire shot out from within, landing in front of the majestic pass and blasting open a crater thousands of miles deep.
Wang Jian raised his hand, "Prepare for battle!"
The Qin warriors simultaneously drew their crossbows.
Followed by.
Sixteen demon nests burst forth from the rift.
Moro stood atop the demon's lair at the very front, his black spear pointing diagonally at the Ninth Fortress.
The Tongtian Sect Leader stood up, the Zhuxian Sword resonating before him. "Where is our Realm Lord?"
Moro laughed loudly, "He's trapped in the grand formation I prepared for him, and he won't be able to get out anytime soon. You'd better stop struggling and just obediently accept your death!"
Upon hearing this, everyone's expression changed drastically.
Wang Jian roared angrily, "You dare to trick the Realm Lord into entering the formation?"
Moro looked down at the city walls, "A lie?"
"On the battlefield, only those who survive have the right to talk about right and wrong."
"If Zhao Feng can destroy my most precious treasure, then I will make him watch this city be slaughtered."
The First Emperor took a step forward, and ninety-nine black dragons of fortune rose from the city. "Then you can give it a try."
Moro turned to look at the First Emperor, his face filled with murderous intent, "You are his father, aren't you?"
"very good."
"I just promised him that I would bring your head over so that you and your son could be reunited."
The First Emperor did not get angry; he simply raised the Tai'a sword.
"My head is here."
"If you're capable, come and take it."
Moro raised his black spear.
Sixteen demon nests opened simultaneously.
The demon army once again pressed towards the Ninth Fortress.
This time, the number was far less than the previous thirty-six demon nests appearing simultaneously.
However, the Ninth Fortress had just experienced the calamity of the Devouring Yuan Shield, its array foundation was damaged, the army was exhausted, and the souls of the people were not yet stable. Even the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Houtu and others had not yet recovered.
Moro chose this moment.
Sixteen demon nests pressed down on the Ninth Fortress, and the demon army had already reached the outer defenses of the city.
The abyss dragon rammed its head against the light barrier, while the armored demon general swung his giant hammer, launching fierce attacks again and again.
The city wall was shaken and cracked, with rubble rolling down from under everyone's feet.
"Crossbowmen!"
Wang Jian raised his sword, "Shoot!"
The demon-slaying crossbow bolts soared into the air, their arrowheads glowing with runes, and pierced the demon ranks at the forefront.
A large number of demon soldiers exploded.
But the demons behind them charged forward, stepping over the remains of their own kind, without even pausing.
Moro stood atop the demon's lair, pressing his black spear downwards.
The bottoms of the sixteen demon nests cracked open simultaneously, spewing out strands of black chains.
The chains pierced the earth, causing the mountains outside the Ninth Pass to collapse, and the underground spiritual veins were forcibly pulled out, turning into black smoke that flowed back into the demon's lair.
The city's protective formation immediately dimmed by 30%.
The Taiji diagram in the Supreme Being's palm rotated, and the Yin and Yang energies pressed down on the breach outside the city.
The black chains collided with the yin and yang energies, producing a harsh friction sound.
Yuanshi raised his hand, and the afterimage of the Pangu Banner stirred up chaotic energy, shattering three chains within it.
Tongtian stepped atop the city wall, the Zhuxian Sword hovering around him, radiating overwhelming killing intent. (End of Chapter)