Chapter 1568
Hurry up and leave after you've looted, don't delay the Zhang family.
Chapter 1568 Hurry up and leave after you've looted, don't delay my journey home.
A terrifying pressure that sent shivers down one's spine, like a dark abyss falling from the heavens, suddenly enveloped the entire Red Plains Ruins.
Inside the Dongli Inn, the cultivators, who had been relatively calm, froze instantly, their spiritual energy dissipating uncontrollably from their fingertips.
The mere aura emanating from them sent chills down their spines, almost causing them to kneel on the ground.
Everyone felt a sudden jolt of surprise, and instantly understood.
Those who invaded the Crimson Plains this time were definitely not ordinary demons.
Such terrifying power can only be possessed by the avatar of a great demon from the upper realm.
It seems the Red Plains Ruins cannot be defended.
But then they thought about it again and breathed a slight sigh of relief, their expressions showing a numb sense of relief.
The demons that invaded the Red Plains Ruins were only after money.
If those demonic cultivators obediently hand over their personal belongings when they break in, and give up their worldly possessions, they can always save their lives.
Behind the inn's counter, the old man who had been resting with his eyes closed suddenly opened them, his cloudy eyes filled with solemnity.
His gaze swept over the various expressions on the faces of the crowd, and he finally sighed deeply, his voice filled with barely concealed repression.
"Fellow Daoists..." the old man's voice was hoarse.
"If the Crimson Plains Ruins are breached, the protective array of the East Fence Inn will hardly be able to protect everyone. But rest assured, as long as you voluntarily hand over your valuables, those demonic cultivators are only after your money; they will spare your lives..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he shook his head with a wry smile, a hint of anxiety flashing in his eyes.
If Chiyuanxu falls, the losses suffered by Dongli Inn will be immeasurable.
How will he explain such a heavy loss to his employer in the future?
Upon hearing this, the cultivators inside the inn all looked dejected.
No one refuted his words. Everyone knew that losing money was a foregone conclusion, and it was a miracle that they could save their lives.
Only Su Fan, sitting in the far corner, remained calm, showing no concern for the crisis.
He is now penniless and destitute, so even if a demonic cultivator were to break in, there would be nothing for him to plunder.
If it really comes to the worst, just hide in the void.
As long as the airship port in Chiyuanxu is still there, and as long as the Dongli Inn is still there, it will not prevent him from taking the airship to Yuanmang Constellation to reunite with his family.
"Boom... Boom..."
At that moment, a sudden roar, like an ancient thunderclap, exploded in their ears, causing the beams and pillars of the Dongli Inn to tremble violently, and fine cracks to seep into the gaps between the floor tiles.
Along the streets of Chiyuan Market, roof tiles from countless shops were shaken and fell off in a frenzy, shattering into dust that covered the entire street, instantly filling the air with smoke and dust.
The cultivators inside the inn's expressions changed drastically. Their initial sense of luck was completely dispelled, and a heavy look, like dark clouds, pressed down on everyone's faces.
Immediately afterwards, a deafening roar a hundred times more violent than before tore through the heavens and earth, and a surge of violent spiritual energy swept in like a tsunami.
A terrifying pressure carrying an aura of destruction spread in all directions, making the air thick and viscous like molten iron.
This is the avatar of a powerful figure from the upper realm who is guarding the Crimson Plains Ruins.
They sensed the threat posed by the Great Demon and activated their clones to engage in a fierce battle with the invading Great Demon clones.
But this earth-shattering battle lasted for less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn before the commotion outside abruptly ceased.
A deathly silence fell over the world, so quiet that the rapid heartbeats of the cultivators could be heard.
Everyone understood that the battle was over.
The avatars of several powerful figures from the upper realm's Daoist sects who were guarding the Crimson Plains Ruins have already retreated.
It must be because the great demon that invaded this time was too terrifying in strength, and the disparity in strength between the two sides was extreme.
Knowing they were no match, the avatars of those powerful figures from the upper realms naturally wouldn't fight to the death. The only way to preserve their true bodies was to retreat.
The fall of Chiyuanxu is a foregone conclusion and cannot be reversed.
"Boom...Crack..."
After a piercing cracking sound, the spiritual energy shield that had enveloped the Crimson Plains Ruins for thousands of years shattered like glass.
The countless fragments of spiritual light scattered and fell, completely announcing the collapse of the city's defenses.
Seeing this, the old man at Dongli Inn lost all hope. He gave a helpless, bitter laugh and waved his hand to remove the protective array that enveloped the inn.
As the array dissipated, he pushed open the heavy inn door and stepped out, followed closely by the cultivators behind him, all looking dejected.
Su Fan mingled with the crowd and came to the street, where he saw that all the shops on both sides of the street had removed their protective formations.
The shopkeeper and his staff stood resignedly at the door, dejectedly gazing out of the market.
Su Fan looked up and his pupils suddenly contracted.
Outside the market, several massive demonic avatars, each over ten thousand feet tall, stood tall and imposing, their pitch-black bodies towering like ancient mountains.
They were enveloped in thick, inky demonic energy that blotted out the sky.
Behind these several demonic clones, there was a dense, dark mass of demonic cultivators, numbering in the thousands.
Each one exuded a fierce aura, like a pack of wolves about to pounce on their prey.
It turns out that the force invading the Crimson Plains was a complete demon army.
At that moment, an immense and boundless sense of oppression, enough to crush all things in heaven and earth, descended from the sky without warning, striking directly into the deepest part of every cultivator's heart.
All the cultivators within the Crimson Ruins felt as if their hearts were being tightly gripped by an invisible hand formed from pure darkness, their blood almost stopping flowing.
A bone-chilling cold instantly spread from their hearts to every part of their bodies, making their teeth chatter.
Breathing became incredibly difficult at that moment, as if each inhale required all my strength.
Those several avatars of great demons from the upper realm merely unleashed their terrifying power, which rendered all the cultivators of various races within the Crimson Plains immobile.
Some people couldn't even withstand such pressure; their legs buckled and they knelt on the ground, cold sweat pouring down their foreheads, not even having the courage to look up.
Faced with this terrifying pressure that could shatter one's soul, Su Fan, standing at the entrance of the inn, had a slight change in his eyes.
He retreated back to the inn silently, like a ghost, and with a light step, his figure merged into the void and disappeared.
Within the hazy, decaying void, Su Fan stood behind a transparent void barrier, calmly gazing at the scene outside, his heart undisturbed.
To be honest, Su Fan didn't really take these several terrifying upper-level demon avatars seriously.
But this matter had nothing to do with him; he was just a traveler waiting to board a ship to return home.
Go ahead and grab... grab whatever you want...
After you've finished grabbing, hurry up and leave, don't keep me from getting home.
Although the cultivators of various races within the Crimson Plains were filled with frustration, they had all resigned themselves to their fate.
It's just a financial loss; as long as I can save my life, that's all that matters. After all, no matter how much wealth you have, it's ultimately just material possessions. You can earn it back if you lose it, but if you lose your life, everything is meaningless.
Just as everyone held their breath, waiting for the demon cultivators outside to come and plunder, outside the market, the leader of the upper realm demon avatars suddenly slowly raised his giant hand and gently waved it.
The thousands of demonic cultivators behind him, exuding a fierce aura, immediately let out deafening roars and surged into the Crimson Plains like a tidal wave.
Everyone assumed that once these demonic cultivators stormed into the market, they would immediately begin looting and plundering.
But to everyone's surprise, everyone was wrong.
The thousands of massive ninth-tier demonic cultivators launched an indiscriminate and frenzied attack the moment they rushed in!
They chanted incantations, frantically unleashing all sorts of vicious supernatural powers, with crimson demonic fire, pitch-black demonic blades, and viscous venom flying everywhere.
Whether it was the cultivators who were unable to move within the Red Plains Ruins, or the shops and buildings on both sides of the street, they were all included in their attack range and none were spared.
The demonic cultivator's unexpectedly insane actions shocked the cultivators in the Crimson Plains, their previously numb faces now filled with terror.
Only now did the cultivators of various races here suddenly realize that these brutal and ferocious demonic cultivators outside had no intention of letting them live.
Moreover, judging from the posture of these demonic cultivators, they clearly intend to completely raze the entire Crimson Plains Ruins to the ground.
Faced with these vicious demon cultivators, the cultivators in the Crimson Plains had no chance of escaping.
The terrifying pressure released by the avatar of the great demon from the upper realm had already suppressed them completely, making them unable to move, as if their limbs and bones had been cast into molten iron.
They could only watch helplessly as the demonic cultivators' attacks rained down, and they were slaughtered in a frenzy.
At this moment, Su Fan, who was hiding in the void, also showed an expression of disbelief.
He never expected that these demonic cultivators would be so insane.
Looting the Red Plains Ruins was understandable; even plundering all the valuables there was within his expectations.
After all, the Red Plains Ruins are a mixed bag, and most of the wealth here is ill-gotten gains, so it's fine to just rob it.
But what about this indiscriminate and frenzied attack and slaughter?
Of course, the fact that everyone in Chiyuanxu died had nothing to do with him, since there were hardly any good people in that place to begin with.
But the ruins of Chiyuan cannot be destroyed, and the innkeeper of Dongli Inn cannot die.
They are the key to whether I can successfully board the spaceship and return to the Yuanmang constellation.
If the Crimson Plains were completely destroyed and the shopkeeper were to perish there, how would he then travel to the Yuanmang Constellation to reunite with his family?
Just as Su Fan was momentarily stunned, a demon cultivator over a thousand feet tall broke through the chaotic battle and rushed into the depths of the Crimson Plains, heading straight towards the East Fence Inn.
As the colossal demonic body, over a thousand feet tall, drew ever closer, the old man who ran the Dongli Inn turned completely pale, and despair overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.
He had been running the Dongli Inn in Chiyuanxu for over a thousand years, weathering countless storms, but he never expected to perish here today.
In the blink of an eye, the enormous demonic cultivator, over a thousand feet tall, leaped up, carrying a world-destroying force, and rushed straight towards the Dongli Inn.
The old shopkeeper smiled bitterly, resignedly closed his eyes, and silently awaited death.
Only now did Su Fan, who was hiding in the void, finally realize what was happening.
With a swift movement, he stepped out of the void like a streak of light and instantly appeared in front of the innkeeper of Dongli Inn.
Immediately afterwards, Su Fan pushed off with his feet, his figure suddenly rising higher, and he crashed straight into the demonic cultivator who was over a thousand feet tall.
Su Fan's figure appeared as insignificant as an ant in front of the colossal demonic body that was over a thousand feet tall, creating an extreme contrast between their sizes.
Anyone who saw it would think it was a self-destructive act, an absolute futile attempt to break a rock.
After all, the difference in size between the two sides is so vast, their strength should also be worlds apart.
"Rumble..."
A deafening, muffled roar suddenly erupted as the tiny and the enormous bodies collided violently.
To everyone's surprise, it wasn't Su Fan who was knocked away, but rather the enormous demonic body, over a thousand feet tall.
The enormous demonic body, like a kite with a broken string, was sent flying backward with a mournful demonic howl.
The enormous demonic body drew a long arc in the air, flying several miles before crashing heavily onto the crimson wasteland outside the Red Plains Ruins, stirring up clouds of dust and causing the earth to tremble three times.
At this moment, the many cultivators standing in front of the Dongli Inn were all frozen in place, watching everything with shocked expressions.
Everyone's face was filled with utter disbelief, and only one thought remained in their minds: How the hell is this possible?
When they realized that the person who made the move was none other than Su Fan, who had been sitting unremarkably in the corner of the inn, they were so shocked that they stared in disbelief, their mouths agape, and they even forgot to breathe.
Especially the innkeeper of Dongli Inn, who thought he was destined to die at the hands of that demonic cultivator.
The expected death did not come; only a deafening roar echoed in their ears.
The old man suddenly opened his eyes, and what came into view was a tall and straight figure blocking his way.
He recognized the figure as Su Fan at a glance, and an indescribable shock instantly appeared in his cloudy eyes. His lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a sound for a long time.
He never expected that this seemingly ordinary young man would possess such terrifying strength.
After knocking the demonic cultivator away, Su Fan didn't stop. He stomped his foot hard on the ground.
"Boom..."
With that stomp, it was as if an ancient divine mountain was pressing down on the earth, causing the entire Crimson Plains to shake violently, streets to crack, and ruins to creak and groan.
More importantly, the terrifying pressure that had enveloped the entire area and rendered the cultivators immobile instantly dissipated with that stomp.
The countless cultivators who had been standing still in the entire Crimson Plains, unable to move even a finger, suddenly shuddered, their restraints lifted, and they finally regained their freedom.
However, after regaining their freedom, they did not scatter and flee.
Outside the market, the several avatars of the great demons from the upper realm, each over ten thousand feet tall, still stood tall and imposing, radiating a chilling demonic aura, like an insurmountable chasm.
They knew that as long as those demonic clones remained, they would have no chance of escaping.
Since there's no way to escape, we have no choice but to fight.
The cultivators of various races who can mingle in the Crimson Plains are mostly ruthless characters with their hands stained with blood.
Forced into a corner, knowing he was likely to die today, he was instead driven to the brink of madness.
"Instead of waiting to die, I'd rather take a few down with me..."
Someone let out a loud roar and grabbed a magical artifact, charging towards the nearest demonic cultivator.
Once there's a first, there's a second, a third...
Countless cultivators, their eyes bloodshot, risked their lives and madly charged towards the brutal and ferocious demonic cultivators.
In an instant, the entire Chiyuan Ruins was plunged into chaos. Shouts of killing, explosions, and screams rose and fell, and every street and every ruin turned into a brutal battlefield.
The thousands of demonic cultivators who had been rampaging and slaughtering indiscriminately were instantly overwhelmed by this desperate counterattack and plunged into the vast ocean of people's war, where they were unable to hold on for a time.
(End of this chapter)