Chapter 1912

"Yes, my lord!" The five giant bats spoke with human voices, flapped their wings once, and turned into five wisps of wind before disappearing again.

The bull-headed giant, seeing this, let out a cold snort, flipped his hand over, and suddenly produced a golden horn in his hand, which he placed to his lips and blew hard.

Instantly, a horn sound that pierced the heavens rang out—low, deep, and ancient, filled with an indescribable barbaric aura.

Upon hearing this sound, the originally mixed-in blue giant cattle alongside the blood bats instantly had their eyes turn blood-red, exhaled white mist, and then simultaneously let out a low roar before charging out in rolling black mist, rushing toward the giant's location.

Then the giant's horn sound suddenly shifted—amidst its low tone, it emitted a clear, ringing "Jin Ge tone," and his body moved, transforming into a silver light that shot off into the distance.

Behind him, tens of thousands of thunder cattle surged forward like a vast, rolling 'tide' of water, unstoppable in momentum as they followed far behind.

The oddly ugly youth twitched his mouth at the sight, but immediately let out a sharp cry from his throat.

Hearing this sound, the blood bats similarly stirred, then, as if receiving an order, instantly transformed into over a dozen blood clouds that scattered in all directions.

The number of blood bats was more than ten times that of the thunder cattle, so even when split into over a dozen groups, each group still numbered in the tens of thousands.

Thus, even the direction the thunder cattle had taken was followed by two large, conspicuous squadrons of blood bats, utterly unbothered by being noticed.

The youth himself then folded his wings, transformed into a streak of blood light, and vanished into one of the largest blood clouds in a flash.

In the high sky, the demonic qi still raged outward in all directions, but after these two demon beasts departed, it suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

However, after just the time it takes to finish a cup of tea, the demonic qi violently churned, the "hissing" sounds intensified, and suddenly enormous pitch-black, glossy serpents appeared—each of varying length, the largest over a hundred zhang long, the smallest twenty or thirty zhang.

Moreover, on the foreheads of these giant serpents, an additional crimson blood eye had appeared—these were a rare breed of three-eyed demon serpents.

Their numbers were clearly far fewer than the thunder cattle and blood bats—only about five or six thousand—but when gathered together, the terrifying aura they emitted far surpassed that of the two previous demon beasts.

Among them, one was the largest: a demon serpent over three hundred zhang long bore on its back a figure wearing a black mask and dressed in ferocious blue armor—a high-ranking demon.

He stood with arms crossed, coldly scanning his surroundings, and seemed slightly surprised, his pupils contracting slightly, as he had not seen any trace of the first two demon beasts.

But then he suddenly stepped down hard on the demon serpent beneath him.

The serpent instantly raised its upper body upright and let out a deep, thunder-like rumble; then, light flashed at the blood eye on its forehead, and two strange blood horns sprouted, while its back convulsed and bulged, suddenly sprouting a pair of blue-colored flesh wings from within.

Seeing this, the other three-eyed demon serpents nearby surged forward from the demonic qi, raised their heads, and cried out in unison, as if paying homage to a king.

Only the blue-armored demon stood motionless atop the serpent's head after its transformation, his eyes icy cold, his body utterly still.

"It's only been ten thousand years since we last met, Elder Wei—your natal divine serpent has advanced again; now it might even rival an early-stage Saint Realm cultivator!" After all the demon serpents surged forth from the demonic qi, a clear, resonant male voice suddenly rang out.

Then a foul wind swept through, and a monstrous insect over one zhang long suddenly appeared within the black qi.

This creature was over two zhang long, pale purple all over, with long, fine tendrils on its head, bared fangs in its mouth, and massive forelegs shaped like blades—resembling a giant praying mantis.

Yet upon this giant insect's body stood a tiny figure about three chi tall.

This little person appeared to be seven or eight years old, with his hair tied in an upward-pointing braid, wearing a pale green Daoist robe, three small golden swords inserted into his shoulders, and his black-and-white eyes darting about—making him look utterly adorable.

"So it's you, Brother Soul Pearl—I obtained a rare spiritual herb years ago by chance, fed it to my natal spirit serpent, and that allowed it to break through to its current realm. As for you, fellow Daoist, though I haven't seen you in years, your aura has only grown purer!" The blue-armored demon swept his icy gaze over the youth and spoke in an unusually cold tone.

"For this journey into the Spirit Realm, I've prepared for years—my cultivation has naturally advanced somewhat as well." The youth laughed heartily in reply.

"Since your Soul Daoist clan has also arrived, let us act together—surely even if there are tough obstacles nearby, they cannot withstand our combined forces." The blue-armored demon suggested calmly.

"I had exactly that intention. Children, come out now!" Upon hearing this, the youth beamed, agreed readily, then turned and shouted sharply into the demonic qi.

As his words fell, the demonic qi-formed demon sea began to hum—initially faint, but moments later it swelled like a surging tide.

Countless demon insects surged wildly from the black qi.

These demon insects were roughly the size of a human head—smaller in body than the youth's giant mantis beneath him, but otherwise identical in appearance; their numbers were so vast they could be described as covering the sky and earth, pouring out continuously from the demonic qi for the span of a meal before finally ceasing.

At this point, these demon insects nearly filled every low-altitude space beneath the demonic qi, their purple short wings vibrating—numbering seven or eight hundred thousand. Seen from afar, this immense swarm would make even a combined cultivator feel a chill run through their heart.

The blue-armored demon showed no surprise; with a low shout, the three-eyed giant serpents clustered around him suddenly dove downward, shooting into the ground, and then, amid flashing spiritual light, vanished into the earth without a trace.

The high-ranking demon himself, without a word, tapped the tip of his foot on the giant serpent beneath him and transformed into a streak of green light, shooting off in a certain direction.

Seeing this, the youth chuckled, let out a long cry, and rode his giant demon insect forward in the same direction as a green light.

The terrifying insect swarm, hearing the cry, stirred instantly, then transformed into a vast sea of insects that pursued them.

In the following time, various demon beast groups of differing numbers emerged one after another from the demonic qi, then, led by their respective high-ranking demons, surged eagerly in all directions.

From their chaotic, aimless movements, it seemed they had no fixed target at all.

After thirteen waves of demon beasts had flown away, the high sky's rolling demonic qi once again returned to calm.

This time, after a full half-hour interval, the demonic qi finally stirred again.

First, a faint drumming sound came from within, then the roaring swelled, the entire demonic sea surged upward, and without cause, silver-colored arcs of electricity appeared, thunderclaps rang out,.

At the same time, violent spatial undulations pulsed from deep within the demonic qi.

The already vast demonic sea suddenly expanded in midair by another third or more, as if conjured from nothing.

Then, hundreds of colossal objects slowly descended from the depths of the demonic qi.

These objects were pitch-black, their surfaces inscribed with large, shining silver runes, shaped like triangular towers, their bases spanning over a hundred li in width, slowly breaking through the boundary amid violent fluctuations—like small cities descending from heaven.

However, the descent of these colossal objects was no easy feat!

Each one, upon first appearing from the black qi, was simultaneously bombarded relentlessly by the silver-colored electric arcs in the demonic qi, while wave after wave of distortion rippled across its surface, writhing and shaking as if trying to tear it apart by force.

When the silver runes on the surface of these triangular towers flared brightly, they neutralized everything into nothingness like Mount Sumeru, and then, with a heaven-shaking, earth-splitting roar, they finally landed upon the ground below.

Wherever they fell—whether mountain peaks, hills, lakes, or forests—they vanished instantly under their immense pressure. The spectacle was astonishing beyond words!

Only after a full half-hour did these giants finally finish landing one by one.

Then the roaring sound rang out!

On the side of a triangular tower, the silver runes began to flash, and then, one after another, silver-colored giant doors appeared strangely upon it, densely packed, and slowly began to open outward.

The faint war drums heard from within the towers suddenly boomed loudly.

Then, a fleet of only black, glossy-hulled warships surged forth from the silver-colored giant doors.

These warships were no more than ten or so zhang long, their entire bodies shrouded in black light, but at their prows, each bore a ferociously abnormal demon god statue, and along both sides, ten or so abnormally sharp, unusually long blades protruded outward.

Through the black light, one could faintly see that each warship carried five or six warriors in black-blue armor, each holding a blade and seated upright.

These warships did not fly far away, but instead circled their respective towers, hovering and dancing in the air.

And when each tower had launched over a hundred black-colored warships, units of warriors clad in red armor, with double wings growing from their backs, marched out from within the towers.

They held long halberds or gripped bows and arrows in their hands, and at the moment Fang Yi emerged from the silver gate, their wings trembled behind them as they all rose into the air, scattering in all directions, as if on high alert.

Inside the silver gate below, spiritual light flashed, and streaks of astonishment rainbows of various colors shot out.

The escaping light condensed, and figures indistinguishable from humans appeared one by one in midair.

These people were male and female, dressed in various attire—some wore long robes, some donned battle armor, and some even stood bare-chested.

Yet every one of them had demonic qi roiling across their bodies, cold light flickering in their eyes, and several immediately twisted their necks with a shudder, their bodies jerking as they emitted a sharp "gaga bang" sound, instantly transforming into double-headed, four-armed demonic figures.

Though their original heads remained unchanged from before, the newly manifested second heads each bore ferocious, terrifying visages, like those of ghosts and monsters.

These transformed demons were all extremely excited, their dual heads raised as they soared into the sky, emitting low growls filled with naked, bloody intent, as if they could no longer suppress the urge to slaughter within.

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