Chapter 797: Slaughter Through the Battlefield

Li Yi's sudden emergence revealed his terrifying power; merely appearing, he startled dozens of great demons into pale faces, halting their attacks as they instinctively turned toward the source of radiant divine light.

A figure like a celestial god had descended upon the battlefield unnoticed, intending to reverse the collapsing situation with sheer solo strength, holding back the heavens from falling.

"What? The enemy still hid a master?"

The cultivation masters at the Mahayana peak instantly broke into cold sweat; upon sensing this aura, their expressions turned utterly horrified.

For this power instilled fear even in their Primordial Spirits.

Damn it.

I'm a Mahayana peak cultivator! Those inferior evolvers were clearly collapsing—why is there still such a powerful figure hidden? This is too treacherous.

"The evolvers aren't retreating—they're luring us into a trap. The previous twenty-nine were meant to conceal the thirtieth." Almost all Mahayana masters instantly realized this.

But it was already too late.

Li Yi's peak strike had already arrived, hurtling straight toward Tian Guang Shiren, swift as thunder, leaving no time to defend—his presence had escaped detection by Mahayana-level spiritual sense.

Though Tian Guang Shiren was a Mahayana peak master, he suffered from overconfidence in his spiritual sense; despite carefully scanning the battlefield multiple times, Li Yi's ultimate treasure, Chilian, could block spiritual sense entirely.

By the time he saw the terrifying crimson-gold divine light with his own eyes, it was already too late.

"You dare ambush me? Despicable."

Tian Guang Shiren roared in fury, yet his eyes betrayed shock; his body shimmered with divine radiance—layers of defensive arrays he had inscribed, and his half-immortal-grade robe.

Even if ambushed and unable to react, his defenses should never fail to save his life.

After all, few attacks on this battlefield could pierce his defenses.

Yet when the tip of the Crimson Gold Shattered Star Spear enveloped him, his protective arrays shattered instantly, and even his prized half-immortal robe was ripped open in an instant.

Everything happened too fast. By the time all reacted, the spear had already pierced Tian Guang Shiren through; its terrifying residual force swept once, and the Mahayana peak master's life ended abruptly—his flesh and Primordial Spirit turned to ash beneath ten-thousand-zhang divine light, leaving only his torn robe drifting high above.

This sight left nearby Mahayana cultivators speechless, their faces filled with unimaginable shock.

Tian Guang Shiren was killed in one strike?

Yet after slaying Tian Guang Shiren, Li Yi showed no hesitation—he knew his window to strike was brief; he must slaughter through these enemies within ten seconds, or this operation would be a failure.

"Kill!"

Li Yi roared suddenly, striking a punch through the air; the roar of dragon and tiger shook heaven and earth as he targeted another Mahayana cultivator.

Though this Mahayana cultivator reacted, his instinct was not to resist—but to flee; this was a habit ingrained over years on the Xian Immortal Continent: flee at once when facing a superior foe, for only the living can think of anything else.

But it was too late.

Twelvefold Dragon-Tiger power erupted—what immense might! Even peak great demons fell to it, let alone a mere Mahayana mid-stage cultivator.

Boom!

Heaven and earth thundered as Dragon-Tiger power raged.

The Mahayana cultivator's body and Primordial Spirit exploded instantly, dying on the spot; the remaining Dragon-Tiger power scattered in all directions, as if sentient, automatically seeking enemies and striking distant cultivators and great demons.

Li Yi's form never paused; he swung the Crimson Gold Shattered Star Spear again, divine light unmatched, locking onto another great demon.

"You think I'm one of those weak cultivators? I'm a great demon under Silver Fang, the Demon King!" But before the great demon finished speaking, his five-meter-tall, formidable body shattered instantly.

Blood sprayed, drenching the chaotic battlefield.

This great demon didn't even wear decent battle armor—how could his flesh withstand the edge of the Crimson Gold Shattered Star Spear?

Li Yi's sudden appearance instantly shifted the local battle situation: three kills in rapid succession—two Mahayana cultivators, one great demon—all within two or three seconds.

Such terrifying combat power chilled the heart.

"Did I see that right? Tian Guang Shiren is dead?"

"Damn it—the enemy's main force was hidden here!"

"This man is too strong! Don't fight him alone! Surround and kill him together! Don't be careless—use every last trump card, or you won't get another chance!"

Spiritual senses frantically transmitted messages across the battlefield, their voices laced with shock and unease.

This was supposed to be a certain victory—yet at this critical moment, a ferocious tiger had burst forth.

"Again."

Li Yi's form never slowed; he pushed his Cloud-Riding Dao technique to its limit, moving faster than even a Mahayana peak cultivator's dash. While the cultivators frantically transmitted spiritual messages, he locked onto another target.

A Mahayana early-stage cultivator.

"Think I'm afraid of you?"

Sensing escape was impossible, the Mahayana cultivator roared, unleashing all his spiritual power; a phantom sword flew from his body—translucent, insubstantial.

"Primordial Spirit sword?" Other cultivators recognized the move, their expressions shifting in awe.

He was going all-in—using his Primordial Spirit as a sword to shatter the opponent's soul. But this move severely damaged one's foundation; soul collisions never left the user unharmed—it was a kill-one, lose-eight-hundred tactic.

The Primordial Spirit sword surged toward Li Yi.

Yet Li Yi didn't dodge or evade—he refused to believe that a Mahayana early-stage cultivator could kill him while he wore three layers of armor and his Primordial Spirit was protected by the ultimate treasure, Chilian.

"He doesn't dodge? Foolish, he's asking for death!" The cultivator rejoiced inwardly.

But the next moment, his smile vanished.

"Puff." A gush of heart-blood spurted out; the cultivator felt his Primordial Spirit sword collide with an unbreakable rock, instantly dissolving—his soul nearly scattered entirely.

"Soul attack? So that's how it is."

Li Yi felt his Primordial Spirit's seated Chilian lotus brushed as if by a tiny insect—no mark remained, only fragments of spiritual essence brushing past him.

With a flick of his hand, the Crimson Gold Spear struck again.

The Mahayana cultivator's face turned ashen, powerless to resist—he was instantly obliterated by a streak of crimson-gold divine light.

After killing the fourth, even the dumbest cultivators and great demons understood: a terrifying enemy had appeared on the battlefield, and they now knew how to respond.

That was: surround and kill him together. This powerful foe must not be allowed to leave this battlefield alive—otherwise, they'd face him again next time.

Almost simultaneously.

The nearest great demons and Mahayana cultivators abandoned their targets and charged toward Li Yi's position.

"Hold them back! Don't let them unite!"

"Li Yi has killed four—they're panicking, rushing to surround him! Don't let them succeed!"

"Strike back now!"

Yet the evolvers still active on the battlefield refused to allow this—they had to stall the enemies, buying Li Yi time to slaughter through them; the gains so far were too astonishing, too uplifting.

If they could just delay another ten seconds—better yet, twenty—Li Yi alone could truly slaughter through the entire battlefield. No one could stand against his blade.

Earlier, some evolvers might have doubted this tactic—but now, none questioned it; they all felt this sacrifice was worth it.

The cloud-formed dash didn't retreat—it surged forward again, charging toward three great demons.

They were led by the great demon Jin Peng.

In haste, Jin Peng could only gather three great demons to surround Li Yi; the others were pinned down and couldn't break free, but he could rely on his speed to escape the evolvers.

"Hold him down! Don't let him keep killing!"

The great demon Jin Peng let out a piercing cry, sharp enough to pierce metal and split stone; countless runes wove across his body, granting him extraordinary speed, allowing him to dominate the battlefield.

But Li Yi showed no mercy.

He drew the Moonbow and Crimson Gold Arrow from his Five Elements Bracelet.

Dragon-Tiger power surged; he drew the divine bow, his Primordial Spirit locking onto a target, then fired a single crimson-gold arrow.

"It's the Moonbow! Dodge!" One great demon recognized the divine bow and shouted urgently.

But the crimson-gold arrow had already vanished.

When it reappeared, Jin Peng's body was hurled backward, pierced clean through by a crimson-gold arrow, then slammed violently into the earth.

Terrifying force erupted; the barren land cracked open, and Jin Peng's body shattered as well—he let out repeated cries, as if venting his unbearable rage.

He hadn't even clashed with the enemy before being defeated?

How could this happen?

Yet no one cared for Jin Peng's dying emotions—the slaughter on the battlefield continued.

Li Yi drew another crimson-gold arrow and fired again; this time, he targeted a Mahayana mid-stage cultivator who held a battle array flag, attempting to set up a seal to lock the battlefield and delay time before uniting with the great demons to kill him.

The crimson-gold arrow vanished instantly.

The cultivator, sensing danger, immediately abandoned his action and turned into a dash—yet the next moment, a streak of crimson-gold light caught up with him.

Even his top-tier defensive magic treasure proved useless; struck by the arrow, the treasure shattered, his body exploded, and he screamed once before dying on the spot.

Just as Li Yi prepared to draw his bow again, a voice suddenly reached his ear: "Li Yi, beware—high-level enemies are surrounding you. We couldn't stop them."

Before Liu Yunbai finished speaking, five figures suddenly appeared around Li Yi—materializing instantly, giving him no time to react.

"Mahayana peak teleportation…"

Li Yi's eyes narrowed slightly—he instantly understood why his comrades hadn't stopped them.

Teleportation? How could you stop that?

"Still trying to wreak havoc? Do you think the Xian Immortal Continent has no one?"

True Person Ling Shuang coldly shouted; though a woman, her Mahayana peak aura blazed unmistakably. The other four were also Mahayana peak cultivators, their aura overwhelming, their killing intent icy.

They had always hidden their strength—yet at this critical moment, the Xian Immortal Continent had concealed so many masters on this battlefield.

"Five Elements Killing Array—activate!"

A chorus of furious, murderous shouts rang out.

Five Mahayana peak cultivators united, forming the Five Elements Killing Array, aiming to obliterate Li Yi in one strike, leaving him no chance to recover.

"Can five of you kill me?"

Li Yi's divine blood churned; silver lightning raged wildly; heaven and earth dimmed at once, as an ancient, primal, yet utterly sacred aura erupted from his body.

As they activated their array, a divine shadow appeared behind him—its head crowned with sun and moon, feet treading rivers and mountains, wielding thunder and lightning.

"What is this…?"

True Person Ling Shuang and the other four peak Mahayana cultivators stared in shock at the divine figure manifesting behind Li Yi, even slowing the activation of the Five Elements Killing Array.

(End of Chapter)