Chapter 851: Significant Advantage

Xiangxiangzi and Xuan Yuezi left.

Inside the Xuanxian Continent base, the few surviving immortals immediately exhaled in relief—it seemed the True Immortal's intimidation had worked, otherwise those two immortal ladies would have killed them outright.

Yet their gazes turned to Li Yi, who had flown out from the warship, their eyes filled with wariness.

They had long known about Li Yi being hunted by the Demon King.

What concerned them most was not the Demon King's death, but that Li Yi now possessed combat power on par with an immortal—the Sword Immortal Bai Xuan of the Sword Controlling Sect had been decisively crushed by Li Yi, and the female immortal of the Ascension Sect had perished; though no proof tied Li Yi to her death, it was almost certainly his doing.

"Li Yi, do you still want to fight? Even if our base has suffered losses, our foundations remain. You Earthlings have no right to take advantage of our misfortune." One immortal suddenly roared, as several figures swiftly approached.

Four immortals stood side by side in the sky, exerting pressure upon Li Yi.

"Just immortals. I'll send you all to your graves soon."

Li Yi clenched his fists, wearing a pair of specially crafted gauntlets that radiated crimson-gold light, golden runes shimmering across their surface; as he gripped them, a flame as scorching as the sun flickered within.

These were the Divine Wood Crimson Gold Gauntlets—immense in power, even stronger than ordinary immortal artifacts—now worn, greatly boosting his combat strength.

As soon as he finished speaking,

several figures flew out from the immortal warship.

Miao Huizi, Wang Chengjun, Li Weiguo.

The three were the strongest among them; though they couldn't match True Immortals, fighting Human Immortals posed no problem.

"So you came prepared. Then today, the Earth defense line has no reason to exist. Don't think destroying our base gives you license to act recklessly—what lies beneath the Xuanxian Continent's surface is beyond your imagination."

One immortal sneered, flicking his sleeve—a celestial bell flew out.

From within the bell surged over a hundred figures, each representing a Mahayana cultivator; they hadn't all stationed themselves in the base, but instead remained within the immortal artifact.

Nothing was safer than hiding inside an immortal artifact.

After all, why expose all your disciples so openly to the enemy's gaze?

Even so, preserving these one hundred twenty Mahayana cultivators couldn't undo the deaths suffered during the base's destruction—losses that even immortals would grieve.

All they could now be grateful for was their prior caution; otherwise, there would have been no fight at all.

"Form the formation! Coordinate with me—kill these people." The immortal immediately ordered, planning to have the one hundred twenty Mahayana cultivators array a great formation to trap and exterminate Li Yi and his allies, wiping out Earth's last elite combat force.

Seeing this, Li Yi's eyelid twitched.

If these hundred-plus Mahayana cultivators completed their formation, the situation would become dire.

But

the enemy had been cautious, hiding most of their forces within the immortal artifact—yet he wasn't alone either.

The next instant,

dozens of figures burst forth from the immortal warship, scattering rapidly across the sky, each clad in crimson-gold battle armor, wielding crimson-gold Dao artifacts; though outnumbered, their strength surpassed the enemy's.

Instantly,

the four Human Immortals froze.

"Attack! Kill them! We'll handle these four Human Immortals." Li Yi roared, then moved first—his step forward carried him like a streak of light.

Immediately, thunder rumbled across heaven and earth, as if a true god born of lightning now raged in fury.

"Think I'm afraid? Kill!"

The immortal, wielding the celestial bell, roared and charged forward—there was no retreat now. A True Immortal had already intervened; if he fled now, his sect would be purged.

The other three Human Immortals also engaged their opponents; their injuries had been healed by the True Immortal's aid, and now armed with immortal artifacts, they were confident they wouldn't lose.

"Wang Chengjun, back then the three of you couldn't even defeat one Demon King. Now you're alone—do you really think you can turn the tide? Let me personally send you to your end." The speaker was a Demon Immortal—a beast from the Xuanxian Continent that had cultivated into an immortal, its power far exceeding ordinary immortals.

Wang Chengjun remained silent, but his killing intent surged—his comrades' deaths were his deepest pain; this Demon Immortal had just rubbed salt in the wound. He clenched his fist and charged.

That single punch carried Earth's destiny—as if countless evolvers screamed and roared, pooling the strength of millions to reshape heaven and earth.

This immense power empowered him, granting him the ability to fight above his rank.

Otherwise, how could three of them have ever stood against a Demon King?

Beside him, Miao Huizi appeared frail, a woman unfit for battle—but her body was forged from Crimson Gold Stone, unbreakable, comparable to an immortal artifact; her two Dao Flowers were fully perfected, her combat power nearing that of a True Immortal.

One strike—and a female immortal spat blood, hurtling backward, her immortal artifact vibrating violently, nearly torn from her grasp.

"You—" The female immortal's face twisted in terror; she instantly wanted to flee, dared not engage further.

But remembering the current situation—if she retreated, the True Immortal would punish her sect. She gritted her teeth, fought while retreating, luring Miao Huizi away to buy time.

"You won't escape."

Miao Huizi stepped upon auspicious clouds, her body radiating ten thousand feet of crimson-gold divine light—delicate in appearance, yet she had mastered the Arts of Subduing Dragons and Taming Tigers, the Method of Dividing Rivers to Create Land. She chased after, determined to eliminate the enemy as swiftly as possible and end this battle.

Meanwhile, the evolvers and cultivators clashed with the group of Mahayana cultivators.

The moment they engaged, the Mahayana cultivators turned pale with terror.

Their attacks struck the crimson-gold battle armor—and left not a scratch.

When the crimson-gold Dao artifacts swung, those who couldn't dodge were instantly cleaved in half—their power nearly matched that of immortal artifacts.

How could they fight this?

Each opponent carried two artifacts comparable to immortal artifacts, and many of them possessed strength rivaling great demons—far surpassing Mahayana cultivators. Even with numerical superiority, they had no chance of victory.

Thus, the outcome was decided the moment they clashed.

Mahayana cultivators were slaughtered in despair, their mangled corpses falling from the sky, blood raining down upon the earth.

"How could this be…" The immortal wielding the celestial bell glanced at the scene and froze.

Earth's evolvers, once easily crushed, had suddenly become tigers. The Xuanxian Continent's cultivators, confident in their countless secrets and techniques, had lost so many in a single exchange.

If this continued, they might be annihilated entirely.

"You've got time to worry about others? Take care of yourself first." Li Yi slammed forward with the power of Long Hu, the heavens and earth groaning as searing golden flames erupted, obliterating everything before him.

"Damn it!"

The immortal struck the celestial bell, unleashing terrifying power to forcibly disperse the incoming golden flames—but then he was struck by a monstrous force.

The bell exploded outward, a clear fist imprint visible on its surface.

One strike.

The immortal artifact was blasted away—Li Yi's displayed power sent chills through even the immortals.

"Again!"

The immortal refused to yield. With no retreat left, he activated a forbidden technique, burning his immortal body to unleash a power far exceeding his normal limits; the shattered bell flew back into his grasp, and he hurled it at Li Yi.

This blow could shake mountains and rivers for ten thousand li—he refused to believe he couldn't even scratch the man.

"Not bad. You're willing to fight to the death—far stronger than that Sword Immortal before." Li Yi didn't underestimate him. His gaze was cold, unwilling to waste time—he ignited his Divine Blood instantly.

Ancient power hidden within his blood surged forth, converging into one.

A colossal divine shadow emerged behind him—the deity crowned with sun and moon, standing upon mountains and rivers, swinging a fist as if to remake heaven and earth, reset the cosmos.

"Heaven and Earth Severed."

In that instant, darkness swallowed all—even the immortal's radiant light vanished, leaving only the celestial bell glowing faintly, barely holding against the ancient force.

A fist slammed down, tearing heaven and earth apart, annihilating all.

Wearing the Divine Wood Crimson Gold Gauntlets, this divine technique's power far exceeded his normal strength—he could now withstand immortal artifacts without injury.

BOOM!

The celestial bell was instantly pierced, then shattered—its explosive force tore through the immortal's body; the ancient divine power surged like an ocean, drowning him instantly.

The immortal's eyes remained wide open as he died, unable to believe it.

He couldn't fathom that Li Yi had shattered his centuries-cultivated celestial bell with a single punch.

They exchanged only three or five blows—yet victory and death were decided.

This was true life-or-death combat.

No prolonged struggle was possible. You revealed your ultimate cards immediately—this was a battlefield; only by swiftly eliminating the enemy's main force could you determine the war's outcome.

After killing this immortal, Li Yi scanned the battlefield, then moved—his foot stepped forward, locking onto another immortal locked in desperate combat.

(End of Chapter)