Chapter 1570
I've arrived just in time.
Chapter 1570 I've arrived just in time.
A moment later, the thunder subsided, and the terrifying power surging between heaven and earth slowly receded like a tide.
The several demonic clones that had previously hovered in mid-air, radiating ferocity, were now shattered into pieces by three ancient forbidden thunder techniques, their broken bodies swaying precariously in the wind.
The leading demon avatar was reduced to half a demonic body, with black demonic blood dripping down its back. Its aura was extremely weak, and it was even struggling to maintain its illusory form.
The other demonic avatars fared even worse; some were blasted into a sky full of demonic energy by lightning and vanished in the gale, leaving not a trace behind.
Some were reduced to fragmented remains of demonic bodies, crashing heavily to the ground, still twitching, their breath so faint as to be almost imperceptible.
The surviving cultivators of various races within the Crimson Ruins were so terrified by the earth-shattering scene that they collapsed to the ground, staring blankly at the sky, as if their souls had been ripped away.
Their mouths were agape, but no sound came out; their eyes were filled with utter shock and deep-seated fear.
In their eyes, those few powerful demon avatars from the upper realm, who were originally invincible and capable of turning the entire Crimson Plains Ruins into scorched earth, were actually severely injured by Su Fan's three forbidden techniques.
This terrifying power, reaching the heavens and the earth, had long exceeded their imagination, as if a legendary god had descended to the mortal world.
The old innkeeper, hiding inside the Dongli Inn, gazed at the sky through the transparent defensive light screen. A hint of relief at surviving the ordeal finally appeared on his pale face, and the uncontrollable trembling of his legs gradually subsided.
He looked at Su Fan's back as he floated high in the sky, his eyes filled with indescribable awe and gratitude.
If Su Fan hadn't intervened, not only would this Dongli Inn have been reduced to nothing, but the entire Chiyuan Ruins would probably have been reduced to ashes.
Su Fan hovered high in the sky, his clothes fluttering in the gale, but his expression remained calm and indifferent, as if the earth-shattering thunderous strike just now was not his doing.
In reality, though he appeared calm on the surface, his heart was already churning with turbulent emotions.
Su Fan never expected that the three ancient forbidden thunder techniques he had just used would be so powerful.
In an instant, he understood the key point: the thunder of heaven and earth is specifically designed to subdue all demons and monsters in the world. These three ancient forbidden thunder techniques have a natural advantage against demon cultivators, and their power is naturally even greater.
Furthermore, he has now broken through to the late stage of the Integration Realm, and his overall strength has increased several times over.
This represents a comprehensive leap in strength, which is why the power of this forbidden technique has also increased accordingly.
That is why these several avatars of great demons from the upper realm were struck so miserably.
At that moment, a sinister and insane glint flashed in the eyes of the remaining half of the Great Demon clone below.
It used the last bit of its remaining demonic energy to suddenly open its mouth and spew out a mass of jet-black demonic core fragments.
The fragments exploded in mid-air, transforming into a twisted and grotesque spatial rift.
Starlight shimmered within the crack, and the outline of an ancient yet sinister stone gate slowly emerged—the star gate through which the demons traversed dimensions.
With a thought, Su Fan suddenly held a large, black sword in his hand, its blade wreathed in faint, crackling lightning.
He slashed down with his sword, the dazzling sword light slicing through the sky, and the enormous head of the leading demon avatar shot into the air, demonic blood gushing out like a fountain.
"Whizzing……"
Suddenly, wisps of pitch-black demonic smoke burst forth from the corpses of several great demonic avatars, frantically fleeing towards the star gate like startled bats.
Before the demonic smoke could escape far, a dazzling beam of lightning shot into the sky.
The "Thunder Sword" within Su Fan's body had long been eager for more.
A sword light, crackling with violent lightning, streaked across the sky, instantly obliterating the demonic smoke that was trying to escape to the Star Gate, turning it into specks of demonic energy that vanished without a trace.
Su Fan retracted the Thunderclap Sword into his body, and then with a wave of his hand, he collected all the corpses of the several demonic clones on the ground into the Yin Gathering Secret Realm.
Among the remains of these avatars of great demons from the upper realm, there might be some secrets or treasures hidden. It would be most appropriate to entrust them to Old Dragon Li Gao for handling.
He glanced down at the Chiyuan Ruins below, which remained in complete chaos.
Thousands of ninth-order demonic cultivators, who had become completely bizarre, were still frantically killing each other. The cultivators of various races in the market were already so frightened that they hid in corners, not daring to move an inch.
Su Fan leaped and landed steadily in front of the Dongli Inn in the Red Plains Ruins.
As soon as he landed, the innkeeper Zhou Yi and others rushed out and bowed deeply to him.
"Zhou Yi of Jiuxuan Tower greets fellow Daoist. We are deeply grateful for your timely rescue. Jiuxuan Tower will never forget this great kindness..."
Zhou Yi's voice trembled slightly, as if he had just survived a disaster, and his tone was extremely respectful.
Su Fan waved his hand, his tone indifferent: "It was nothing, I just didn't want to delay boarding the ship."
Zhou Yi was taken aback for a moment, then quickly realized what was happening and bowed, saying, "Fellow Daoist, rest assured, I will make proper arrangements for you and would never dare to delay your journey..."
After saying that, he took out a storage ring from his pocket, and respectfully presented it to Su Fan with both hands.
"Fellow Daoist, this is your fare, please take it back..."
Su Fan didn't stand on ceremony, reached out and took the storage ring, then scanned it with his divine sense, his brows furrowing slightly.
The storage ring contained a total of three million spirit crystals.
“Fellow Daoist, besides the fare you prepaid, the rest is a small token of our Nine Profound Pavilion’s appreciation. We hope you won’t find it offensive…” Zhou Yi quickly explained.
Hearing Zhou Yi's words, Su Fan's expression remained unchanged, and he didn't say anything more. He directly put the storage ring into his storage space.
Disdain? How could I possibly disdain it?
Just then, the communication array plate at Zhou Yi's waist suddenly vibrated slightly.
A thought struck him, and he quickly removed the communication array plate to check it. After seeing the message on it, his face turned pale with shock.
Zhou Yi hurriedly sent a message to the communication array, but after several attempts, he received no response and could only sigh helplessly.
"Fellow Daoist, I just received news... After learning that the Demon Clan had captured the Crimson Plains, all the flying ships that were originally heading to the Crimson Plains have returned..." Zhou Yi's voice was tinged with bitterness.
At this point, he added with a look of shame, "I have already informed the organization's higher-ups of the true situation here, but... but they simply don't believe me."
What the hell...
Upon hearing Zhou Yi's words, Su Fan's face immediately darkened.
He knew in his heart that this was something no one would believe.
Several avatars of great demons from the upper realm, along with thousands of ninth-order demon cultivators, were all wiped out by a cultivator from the lower realm. This was simply beyond the comprehension of common sense.
"You mean I won't be able to board the ship anytime soon, is that right..." Su Fan's voice carried a hint of coldness.
Zhou Yi quickly bowed and said, "Fellow Daoist, rest assured, I will contact the organization immediately and urge them to send a flying boat over as soon as possible..."
"How long will it take at the fastest..." "At most one month, the organization's airship will definitely be able to reach Chiyuan Ruins..." Zhou Yi quickly assured him.
Upon hearing this, Su Fan frowned even more deeply.
His eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze piercing through the chaos of the market and looking towards the star gate on the outer edge of the market that was gradually solidifying.
That great demon avatar was truly vicious. The star gate it left behind before its death not only connected to the demon plane, but must have also transmitted the coordinates of the plane where the Crimson Plains were located back to the demon territory.
If this Star Gate is allowed to open completely today, even more demon cultivators will inevitably flood into the Crimson Plains Ruins.
If the war spreads, it is uncertain whether the Dongli Inn can be preserved, and his journey home will be blocked again.
With a month to go before the airship arrives, rather than waiting to be killed, we should take the initiative and head to the demon territory to eliminate this potential threat.
Su Fan's lips curled into a cold smile, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit.
Since the demons have taken the initiative to open the interdimensional portal, I don't need to be polite anymore.
The moment the thought crossed his mind, Su Fan's figure vanished from the spot.
When it reappeared, it was already standing in front of the Star Gate on the outskirts of the Crimson Plains.
Almost at the moment he appeared, the bizarre demonic cultivators who were frantically killing each other in the market suddenly stopped fighting.
They roared shrilly and charged out of the market like madmen, rushing toward the newly solidified star gate.
As all the bizarre demonic cultivators rushed into the Star Gate, Su Fan's figure also moved, stepping into the distorted spatial rift.
At this moment, all the cultivators of various races within the Crimson Plains were bewildered, looking at each other in confusion, wondering what Su Fan's intentions were.
"He... he actually went through that star gate and went to the Demon Realm..."
"What is this guy trying to do? Is he going to his death...?"
"Trying to his death... You underestimate him too much. With the strength he just displayed, who in the entire Demon Realm could stop him after he stormed into the Demon Realm..."
"This guy is a killing machine! The Demon Realm is in for a world of hurt..."
As Zhou Yi floated in the air, listening to the discussions of the cultivators around him, he couldn't help but feel a myriad of emotions.
This kid is really ruthless.
He dared to venture into the Demon Realm alone; it remains to be seen whether he will return safely.
But then I thought, if he could kill several avatars of great demons from the upper realm with a single sword strike, then probably no one in the demon realm could stop him.
Thinking of this, Zhou Yi dared not delay for a moment. He took out the communication array plate again and reported everything that had happened in the Crimson Plains to the organization's higher-ups in detail.
Regardless of whether the higher-ups believed him or not, he had to report back repeatedly.
It is imperative to urge the organization to transfer the spaceship bound for the Yuanmang constellation within one month.
On the other side, the moment Su Fan rushed out of the Star Gate, a pungent, nauseating stench of blood and demonic energy assaulted his senses, almost making him frown.
The scene before them suddenly changed; it was no longer the dilapidated ruins of Chiyuanxu, but a strange, dark red world.
The sky was shrouded in blood-red clouds, the earth was barren, scorched rocks, and countless tiny, eerie shadows floated in the air, emitting strange hissing sounds.
A series of piercing demonic howls echoed from afar, unsettling everyone.
Twisted, evil-looking fortresses stood on the wasteland, with countless demonic cultivators moving about among them, their aura fierce and violent, devoid of any order.
On the open ground in front of the Star Gate, countless enormous demonic flying ships were already moored, and a large number of demonic cultivators were boarding the ships in a chaotic procession, clearly gathering their strength.
It's no surprise that this demonic plane has begun organizing an invasion force, preparing for a major offensive against the plane where the Crimson Ruins are located.
It seems that Lao Tzu has arrived at just the right time.
Since you're going to attack, then you might as well all die here.
At this moment, the thousands of monstrous demonic cultivators who had rushed out of the Star Gate were roaring wildly as they charged toward their fellow races nearby.
Faced with the sudden appearance of thousands of strangely aura-filled fellow demons, the nearby demon cultivators had no time to react before they were all knocked to the ground, their shrill screams instantly echoing throughout the heavens and earth.
The demonic cultivators near the Star Gate finally reacted and hurriedly activated their demonic energy, unleashing various supernatural powers to attack their mutated kin.
Countless jet-black demonic arrows and raging demonic flames rained down, blotting out the sky, sweeping towards the strange, demonic cultivator.
But those demonic cultivators who had become completely bizarre didn't even try to dodge, letting the demonic arrows and fire fall on their bodies.
Even if the demonic body is torn apart, the severed limbs can instantly recombine, transforming back into a complete and bizarre demonic cultivator, continuing to pounce on its own kind.
Su Fan stood quietly outside the Star Gate with his hands behind his back, coldly watching the scene before him.
His eyes suddenly narrowed as a dark green mold spot abruptly appeared on the charred rock beneath his feet.
The mold seemed to have a life of its own, spreading wildly at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye. Wherever it passed, the rocks instantly lost their luster and became rotten and decayed.
The dense mold spots intertwined and tangled on the ground, gradually outlining hideous and terrifying human faces.
His facial features were distorted beyond recognition, his eye sockets were sunken like black holes, and his grinning mouth stretched to his ears, revealing sharp, white fangs, exuding a sinister and eerie aura that sent chills down one's spine.
Not only that, the gravel and stones around Su Fan also began to tremble and twist violently. The gravel merged with each other, and the stones kept deforming, turning into strange shapes in an instant.
Some had multiple twisted arms, some had their heads directly connected to their torsos, and their bodies were surrounded by a faint smell of decay, making them extremely terrifying.
The sparse weeds on the ground now seemed to be nourished by some strange power, growing wildly.
The slender blades of grass fluttered eerily in the air like a woman's disheveled black hair, their tips stained with dark green mold, exuding an ominous aura.
The trees not far away were even worse; their thick branches were stained with an eerie dark purple at a visible speed, then twisted and tangled wildly, turning into withered, ghostly claws that seemed to tear the sky apart.
The edges of the grass blades had a sinister gray-black tinge, swaying gently in the eerie wind and making a soft rustling sound, like the whispers of ghosts.
A violent and ferocious aura emanated from the center of the domain, spreading outwards continuously, carrying with it an intensely thick and irresistible malice and decay.
Inhaling just one breath would make one's internal organs churn uncontrollably, making one want to vomit. Even the tiny, demonic shadows floating in the air trembled under the pressure of this aura.
In just a few breaths, Su Fan's Evil Spirit Domain had spread out, completely covering an area of about a hundred miles around.
Within the domain of law, the heavens and earth changed color, and eeriness and terror intertwined, forming a unique killing ground that belonged only to him.
(End of this chapter)