Chapter 332: Chapter Eight: Defeated

The Elders of Yulan City controlled countless arrays, desperately blocking the legions approaching from all directions.

“Bad! The nearest legion is almost at the core zone.”

“Over eight hundred Divine Emperor Perfect-level beings, over twelve thousand Divine Emperor Late-stage beings—this legion is impossible for us to stop, even Lord Luo Feng couldn’t hold it!”

The Elders all felt powerless.

A single low-level Primordial Life of Divine Emperor Perfect-level was equivalent to a Hall Master-level existence without weapons or treasures! Now it was as if eight hundred Hall Masters and twelve thousand Elders were charging together—their combined assault power was sufficient to obliterate all obstacles!

“Our avatars may die, but in this battle, the ultimate victor will surely be our cultivators!”

“Once Lord Luo completes engraving the array, his array will surpass the combined strength of all the Elders—it can repel these low-level Primordial Life legions!”

“I just wonder how many cultivators within the city will perish.”

Compared to total annihilation, if over half the city’s cultivators survive, the Elders considered it already quite good.

The Elders remained calm; they had given their all. Even if they died, they were merely avatars. As long as they ultimately won, most of their resources in Yulan City would remain intact.

…

In the core zone, Luo Feng’s cave dwelling.

Di Qing, Di Ming, and Di Fu looked up, seeing the countless Luo Feng figures guarding the distance, and farther still, the vast, surging legions of low-level Primordial Lives approaching.

“Lord Luo Feng first killed one transcendent-level being,” Di Qing was deeply shocked. “Now he’s holding off four transcendent-level beings at once.”

Transcendent-level beings were the strongest among low-level Primordial Lives. Luo Feng could fight four at once.

One could say, at this level…

Even if Luo Feng went to the Dark Sacred Realm, though it was more dangerous, with far greater numbers of low-level Primordial Lives and overall far greater strength, the threat to him had become extremely, extremely low.

“Lord Luo Feng is already at the peak level even in the Dark Sacred Realm,” Di Qing whispered softly.

“Stronger than the Two Primordial Ancestors?” Di Fu also marveled.

“Of course! The Ancestors are merely one level higher than me—equivalent to Yulan City Elders. Before Lord Luo Feng now, they couldn’t even block a single strike.” Di Qing watched, “I knew that after a thousand eons on the Origin Continent, advancing from Eternal True God to its strongest level, he would still shine brilliantly beyond the Source World. But I never imagined he’d be stronger than I anticipated.”

“I’ve only teamed up with him a few times, and now he’s become Yulan City’s Lord!” Di Qing sighed.

Di Ming also looked up: “Perhaps only a cultivator with Luo Feng’s potential has any hope of breaking free from the cage.”

“Breaking free from the cage, becoming a true Primordial Life,” Di Fu’s heart stirred, “If he truly succeeds, we’ll have known a friend who escaped the cage.”

“Breaking free from the cage isn’t easy,” Di Qing said. “Even in the Dark Sacred Realm, escaping the cage is legend. Lord Luo Feng will likely suffer greatly.”

They chatted.

Di Qing and Di Fu both had avatars and feared no death. Di Ming, having moved from earlier despair to seeing a glimmer of survival, had grown far more composed.

These three were calm, but many cultivators in the core zone were growing anxious.

“The army’s coming!”

“Lord Luo Feng must hold them off!”

“Everything depends on Lord Luo.” Those residing in the core zone were mostly Divine Emperor Mid-stage Dao-seekers, some even stronger—almost all were their true bodies.

They had too many desires, too many pursuits; having come this far on the cultivation path, they naturally refused to die here.

“The entire legion is coming—Lord Luo can’t stop it,” some cultivators, seeing the reality, sighed as death drew near.

…

The army advanced; each low-level Primordial Life was ecstatic, as if they already saw the destruction of the Elders’ cave dwellings, the collapse of Yulan City’s final resistance, and the chance to slaughter without restraint.

“Ha! We’re almost there.”

“We still have a chance to slaughter the cultivators, then escape,” the four transcendent-level beings, while battling Luo Feng, grew even more excited. Though they were at a disadvantage, the tide was about to turn!

Soon, Luo Feng would need to devote all his strength to blocking the low-level Primordial Life legions, for their destructive power far exceeded that of these four transcendent-level beings.

Suddenly—

The sky brightened!

The sky over Yulan City blazed fully open!

All low-level Primordial Lives and all cultivators sensed it, unconsciously looking skyward. The overcast sky vanished; even the light rain and mist within Yulan City dissipated.

The sky was brilliant—azure, like a vast slab of jade, glowing with boundless vitality.

“What is this—”

The land of Yulan City simultaneously turned pitch black, endless darkness clinging like mist or ink.

At this moment!

Azure sky! Black earth!

At the horizon, the azure sky and black earth merged seamlessly.

“What’s happening?”

The advancing low-level Primordial Life army—some on the outer edges—suddenly felt their entire bodies weaken, their life force draining rapidly; within one or two breaths, they collapsed helplessly.

Earlier, when resisting the Elders’ arrays, the low-level Primordial Life army only needed to form a collective protective layer. But now, without any visible attack, corpses of low-level Primordial Lives began falling from the army’s edges.

Externally, these corpses showed no wounds whatsoever.

“What’s going on?”

“This—”

“It’s an array! A heavenly-earth array!”

The low-level Primordial Life army in Yulan City consisted of four legions; to avoid being slaughtered by the Elders’ arrays, they had moved as one. But now, before this mysterious array enveloping the entire city, their kin were dying and falling continuously—naturally causing panic and fury.

Whoosh—

Pale azure mist descended from the sky! Black mist rose from the earth!

The azure and black mists swiftly enveloped all low-level Primordial Life legions, and also all cave dwellings and cultivators within the city.

The cultivators felt no threat.

“This black-and-azure mist?” The cultivators watched the entwined black-and-azure mist, finding it ordinary.

But the low-level Primordial Life legions knew how terrifying this mist was—they had formed protective layers, yet under the mist’s embrace, “hiss-hiss-hiss,” it rapidly eroded and penetrated, steadily breaking through their defenses.

At weak points, the mist pierced through in an instant; upon touching the low-level Primordial Lives, it easily corroded their bodies, infiltrated their core, and the moment it contacted their life-nucleus, the nucleus cracked open.

Within the city, the four low-level Primordial Life legions saw many weak points breached, countless low-level Primordial Lives dying, their corpses falling.

“Hold firm!”

“Hold firm! Don’t let any weak points appear!”

The low-level Primordial Life legions poured all their strength into defense, expending energy endlessly, stacking layer upon layer of protective barriers.

Yet even with the tightest protection, some weaker low-level Primordial Lives still died silently.

“It’s a karmic assassination attack.”

“It strikes through energy layers, still killing our kin.”

These low-level Primordial Lives possessed considerable intelligence; they sensed this invisible assault, yet could not defend against it.

As some low-level Primordial Lives died silently, their defenses naturally weakened; the black-and-azure mist immediately seeped in, eroding and draining their life force.

“What do we do? What do we do?”

The four legions fought desperately to defend, but they were never skilled in arrays; within Luo Feng’s array, they still suffered losses as the black-and-azure mist breached key nodes.

“In the Nine River Sacred Realm, every move by cultivators is suppressed by heaven and earth. But now, within Yulan City’s array, there’s no suppression—instead, they’re empowered by Yulan City’s energy. As Lord, I can draw the greatest energy.” Luo Feng felt utterly at ease.

Various “Life-Death Dao” assassination techniques silently claimed the lives of the low-level Primordial Lives!

“This, this—”

The four transcendent-level beings battling Luo Feng felt their hearts turn cold.

“Luo Feng has completed his array! This array surpasses even the combined strength of all the Elders!” The four transcendent-level beings felt the heavens had collapsed.

“Only a being who has mastered two and a half Primordial-level Dao paths could create such an array.”

Cultivators who fused Dao paths were exceedingly rare; those who reached the highest levels were even rarer. In the entire Dark Sacred Realm, few could even reach Divine Emperor Late-stage in fused Dao.

Thus, both cultivators and low-level Primordial Lives tacitly accepted—

Above half-Primordial Dao-seekers, the norm was a Dao-seeker who mastered two and a half Primordial Dao paths.

“How could such a terrifying array be completed so quickly?”

“Too fast! Far faster than expected!”

The four transcendent-level beings felt despair.

Even Luo Feng’s seemingly crude first-layer array already rivaled the arrays fully activated by Yuan Xiang Hall Masters and others.

“Lord, what should we do?”

“There’s karmic invisible assault—our kin keep falling.”

“Lord, the black-and-azure mist covers everywhere, eroding and destroying; our energy drains constantly, yet we gain no replenishment. If this continues, we’ll only grow weaker.”

All four legions panicked; they sensed death drawing near.

The cultivators, relying on Yulan City, had endless energy supply. But now, under Luo Feng’s array, the low-level Primordial Lives could absorb no energy at all.

“We’ve lost.”

At this moment, the four transcendent-level beings understood: with nearly two hundred Elders cooperating with Luo Feng, if they continued delaying, they might not escape at all.

“Each of your four legions, flee for your lives! Escape beyond Yulan City’s borders—you might survive.”

“On your escape, you may slaughter cultivators along the way. The more cultivators you kill, even if you can’t gain freedom, you’ll still evolve and grow stronger!”

A voice echoed in the minds of every Divine Emperor Perfect-level low-level Primordial Life within the four legions.

(End of Chapter)