Chapter 1023: Trump Card, Dead Soldiers

Cangyan World.

The slaughter of the Immortal Abandoned Land by the Outside the Realm Army continues.

As of now.

Almost all regions of the Cangyan World have fallen, with only nine territories remaining untouched.

At this moment, the Outside the Realm Army is rapidly advancing toward those nine territories.

Not long after.

The Outside the Realm Army arrives, and the slaughter begins.

The sound of wailing instantly resounds throughout this world.

Just as the Outside the Realm Army is halfway through the slaughter of the nine territories, a large number of figures suddenly appear on the distant horizon.

Those black, dense figures are like a massive dark cloud, obscuring the sky.

"Oh?"

"Have the turtles finally decided to come out of their shells?"

Seeing the "black cloud" rapidly approaching from afar, the Outside the Realm Army's pace of slaughter pauses.

A look of mockery appears on the faces of the many Outside the Realm powerhouses.

A moment later.

The army of the Immortal Abandoned Land arrives and charges straight toward the Outside the Realm Army.

The Outside the Realm Army also charges toward the side of the Immortal Abandoned Land.

The two armies, like two black, dense torrents, instantly collide and overlap.

Fresh blood splatters everywhere.

It falls from the sky like a torrential downpour.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~

Powerful figures fly out from among the crowds of both sides, simultaneously soaring into the higher sky.

These people are the Integration Stage Cultivators and Void Refinement Stage Cultivators from both the Immortal Abandoned Land and Outside the Realm armies.

After separating from the main forces, these Integration Stage and Void Refinement Stage Cultivators form two smaller battlefields.

They battle each other.

Meanwhile.

Three figures suddenly flash out, charging together toward one Outside the Realm Great Vehicle.

"I knew you would try this."

That Outside the Realm Great Vehicle raises an eyebrow, a sneer appearing on his face, and his figure flashes as he flees.

In the direction he is fleeing, a Great Vehicle Stage Cultivator is rapidly approaching.

Xuanyi looks at Chen Jiaojiao and Lan Feng.

The three of them grit their teeth simultaneously and continue to pursue that Outside the Realm Great Vehicle.

Not long after.

Two Outside the Realm Great Vehicles converge; the two do not continue to flee, but instead take the initiative to charge at the three.

Their intention is very clear.

It is to stall the three of them until other Outside the Realm Great Vehicles arrive to surround and kill them.

Xuanyi, Chen Jiaojiao, and Lan Feng are three against two; although they hold the advantage, this advantage is not enough for them to kill the enemy in a short time.

At this moment, a large number of Outside the Realm Great Vehicles are rapidly approaching, and time is urgent.

Seeing those Outside the Realm Great Vehicles approaching at high speed, the three are about to fall into the encirclement of many Outside the Realm Great Vehicles.

A long howl suddenly sounds, and a figure flashes out, heading to meet the Outside the Realm Great Vehicle closest to Xuanyi and the others.

His black robe is extremely old and tattered.

His body is filled with an aura of decay and decline.

A head of hair like withered grass dances backward, revealing a face like a skeleton.

"I am Mieling Heavenly Monarch; having lingered on for over ten thousand years, I have finally waited for this day!"

"Daoist Friend, come with me!"

A hearty, joyful laugh resounds through this world, even drowning out the sounds of slaughter from the millions of cultivators.

As the laughter echoes, Mieling Heavenly Monarch, like a divine spear, pierces the sky and collides with that Outside the Realm Great Vehicle.

The moment the two collide, Mieling Heavenly Monarch's broken, decaying body and even his Spirit Embryo instantly explode, turning into a Soul Extinguishing Power.

The face of that Outside the Realm Great Vehicle instantly stiffens, and he falls powerlessly toward the ground.

There is not a single wound on his physical body, and his Spirit Embryo is intact, but his consciousness has already been extinguished.

"Senior, go in peace!"

A look of sorrow flashes across Xuanyi's face.

Mieling Heavenly Monarch was one of the demonic giants of the Immortal Abandoned Land ten thousand years ago, a man who committed countless sins throughout his life.

But in that battle ten thousand years ago when Outside the Realm invaded, this great demon stood up without hesitation to fight for the protection of the Immortal Abandoned Land.

After slaying a Outside the Realm Great Vehicle, he himself suffered irreversible, heavy injuries.

He could only rely on slumber to linger on until today.

Today, he has completely fallen.

Before dying, he took a Outside the Realm Great Vehicle with him.

"Mieling, you are still the same impatient person as you were back then, always wanting to be the first to do everything!"

After Mieling Heavenly Monarch perishes together with a Outside the Realm Great Vehicle, another figure flashes out.

He was dressed in white as snow, dashing and debonair, with a handsome appearance and a smile like a spring breeze always hanging on his face.

His title was as pleasant-sounding as his handsome exterior: Xiaoyue Heavenly Monarch.

Yet he was a Demonic path Cultivator, and the Slaughter Power he had caused in his life was even greater than that of Mieling Heavenly Monarch.

He was likewise a Cultivator from ten thousand years ago.

If one looked closely, one could discover that his physical body had already vanished, and he was merely in a Spirit Embryo state.

Moreover, at the center of his brow, there existed a faint wisp of black Qi.

This black Qi was death energy.

In that battle ten thousand years ago, he had also suffered fatal injuries, and little of his vitality remained.

He had relied on special means to remain in a deep slumber until now.

The moment he awoke, he understood that the time he had been waiting for had arrived.

"I once created the Moon Spirit Eight Styles myself, and once used the seventh style to slay a Great Vehicle, yet this eighth style, since the moment I created it, has never been used."

"Because this style requires sacrificing one's own self to execute!"

"You should be honored to be able to die under this style."

As he spoke, his gaze had already locked onto a figure about to rush to the edge of the battlefield where Xuanyi and the others were.

At the same time, he tapped a finger at the center of his brow.

His entire person suddenly transformed into a waning moon and vanished from where he stood.

The next instant.

Beside that Outside the Realm Great Vehicle locked on by his gaze, space fluctuated, and the waning moon flashed into existence.

That Outside the Realm Great Vehicle's expression was one of shock, and he hurriedly defended with all his might.

But his defense was as fragile as paper before the waning moon.

Crack!

His defense shattered, and the waning moon passed through his body.

His physical body and his Spirit Embryo were simultaneously split in two.

It was not that he had not thought of having his Spirit Embryo leave his body, nor was it that there was no time.

It was that this waning moon attack carried a strange locking force, pinning down his physical body and even his Spirit Embryo completely, making him unable to dodge, and even preventing his Spirit Embryo from leaving his body!

After Xiaoyue Heavenly Monarch fell, one figure after another continued to flash into view.

These people were all figures from ten thousand years ago.

They had once resisted the powerful enemies of ten thousand years ago, and now, with their severely wounded bodies and their lifespans nearing their end, they were still giving their all, fighting for this world.

Every one of them possessed astonishing talent, and many even had the potential to advance further, or even go much further, yet because of that battle back then, they were forced to stop.

They were an extremely glorious generation, but at the same time, they were a tragic generation.

Among them, many had once been heinous villains.

But in the face of the greater cause, they had never retreated.