Chapter 577

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

At this moment, a burst of "ao wu" cries came from the outpost below.

Roughly twenty or thirty lesser demons scrambled out from inside in a panic.

There were Iron Scale Demons, Blood-Eyed Owls, and several wolf-shaped Wind Demons.

Seeing the Ox Demon King beaten to death, how could they dare to hide?

They only wanted to flee!

Relying on their tough flesh bodies, the Iron Scale Demons burrowed into the ground.

The Blood-Eyed Owls flapped their wings and fled toward the sky.

The Wind Demons transformed into gusts of wind and sped toward the distance.

In an instant they scattered in all directions, not even having the courage to glance back.

Facing this situation, Xu Zhangqing swept a glance with indifferent eyes, his Divine Sense instantly locking onto this group of lesser demons, then he raised a finger and lightly traced in the air.

The Golden Core in his Qi Sea rotated, and mana began to be consumed.

A point of green light condensed along his fingertip, immediately attracting the surrounding Spiritual Energy.

Immediately afterward, out of thin air, it outlined an Azure Qiu Qi-Drawing Talisman.

The moment the Spirit Talisman lit up, countless Water Dragons surged out, each as thick as an arm, their illusory bodies seemingly able to stretch infinitely.

Moreover, their entire bodies were covered in a layer of azure dragon scales.

Dragon claws sharp as sabers.

Dragon heads held high, emitting a silent roar.

Drawing the surrounding moisture and Water Spiritual Energy to rapidly soar in an instant.

Afterward, these Water Dragons acted as if they had spirituality, splitting up to chase the fleeing demon horde.

The burrowing Iron Scale Demons had just gone a few meters deep when Water Dragons coiled around their bodies, the dragon bodies tightening.

With a "Crack!", scale armor shattered, and their bodies were further twisted into pieces.

As for the Blood-Eyed Owls fleeing skyward, they were caught up by several Water Dragons.

Sharp dragon claws slashed left and right, cutting them all into quarters.

Countless corpse chunks fell from high above, then smashed heavily onto the ground.

The Wind Demons fared worst, surrounded in the middle by one azure-scaled Water Dragon after another, coiling in a clockwise manner, quickly forming a vortex.

The Wind Demons inside had no chance to struggle at all.

They were directly twisted into a mass of mist, dissipating in the air.

In just a few breaths, all twenty or thirty scattered lesser demons were finished off by the Water Dragons, leaving only broken scales, remnant feathers, and pools of bloodstains on the ground.

Seeing this, Xu Zhangqing casually withdrew his hand.

Then with a thought, he threw the corpses of the Ox Demon King and the numerous lesser demons into the Fangcun Ring for temporary storage, and flew toward the Survivors.

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Before the dwarf pine, the "Survivor" used as bait by the Ox Demon King still had a faint breath of life at this moment.

After Xu Zhangqing approached, he scanned the other's condition with Divine Sense and discovered it was extremely weak.

Qi Sea empty, indicating mana had been exhausted.

Covered in injuries, obviously tortured by the Ox Demon King.

Seemingly still alive, but in reality more painful than death.

He immediately fished out a jade bottle from the Fangcun Ring, pouring out a pill that was translucent white all over, emitting a faint halo.

This is the "Ningyuan Xusun Dan", able to temporarily stabilize dissipating breath and protect a scattering Divine Soul; though it cannot cure severe injuries at the root, it can help the other hold on until the Gathering Point.

After prying open the male cultivator's tightly clenched jaws, Xu Zhangqing swiftly fed the pill in, then transferred a wisp of gentle mana to help dissolve the medicinal power.

A moment later, the male cultivator's breathing gradually steadied, his eyelids twitched, but sadly he did not open his eyes.

From this it can be seen, this Ningyuan Xusun Dan is indeed effective; his life is temporarily saved.

Xu Zhangqing used mana to lift the other, then turned and carried him toward the Broken Moon Flowing Frost; upon arrival, he gently set him on the Ship Deck, then flew swiftly toward the Gathering Point.

This time the speed was extremely fast, after all there was a heavily injured person beside him.

For them, time is life.

However, half a double-hour later, Xu Zhangqing suddenly sensed intense fluctuations coming from ahead, produced by the collision of dense Demon Qi and mana.

When the distance closed, he discovered it was not a small skirmish, but a sky-covering, earth-covering demon horde.

Cultivators were like specks of starlight in the dark night — though brilliant, their numbers were sparse.

Xu Zhangqing frowned, controlling the Broken Moon Flowing Frost to fly higher until he could look down from above.

Then he discovered with shock that below was a battlefield stretching over a hundred li.

It could simply be described as "mountains of corpses and seas of blood".

Piled on the ground were either human corpses or demon remnant bodies.

The demon horde was like a black tide, numbers utterly uncountable, dense masses upon masses.

Blood-Eyed Owls and Iron Feather Eagles in the sky blotted out half the heavens in darkness; the wind from their flapping wings carried Demon Qi, blowing so hard the cultivators on the ground could barely stand.

On the ground, Iron Scale Demons and Stone Armor Beasts trampled cultivator corpses as they charged forward, claws smashing Spirit Tools, fangs tearing open garments, dark red blood dripping along demon claws onto the ground, converging into blood-colored streams.

Judging from the current situation, the cultivators' side cannot hold out.

Although they are composed of disciples from major cultivation sects such as the Dongting Immortal Sect and the Longhu Immortal Sect, the battle is too fierce, and it has persisted for more than one double-hour.

Many people's Spirit Tools and Magic Tools have all shattered.

They can only engage in close-quarters combat or consume Spirit Talismans.

Some cultivators have been clawed until their flesh and blood are a blur, yet they still grit their teeth and persist.

The temporarily erected Defensive Array grows increasingly dim, like a flickering candle in the wind.

Behind, crowded with trembling mortals.

Originally they were sending mortals to a safe place, never expecting to run into a demon horde foraging.

"This side... can't hold on much longer!"

"The array, we must reinforce the array!"

"Mother... I don't want to die!"

Crying shouts, miserable screams, mixed with the demons' roars, make one's scalp tingle hearing them.

Xu Changqing Sees In Eyes, cannot help but question in his heart: "If one day the Yellow Spring Alliance and demons run rampant, can I still keep myself untainted?"

The male cultivator beside him hears the commotion and finally wakes up; he climbs up with difficulty, hands grasping the railing, then looks down at the miserable scene below, and judges from his own experience: "A scale like this... at least several thousand lesser demons, at least five thousand-year-grade Demon Kings."

Xu Changqing says nothing, just hesitating whether to intervene.

Suddenly feels the temperature soar, the surroundings becoming increasingly scorching hot.

The sky originally darkened by the demon horde suddenly lights up with a stretch of crimson firelight, as if a small sun has fallen down.

Cry!

A clear, bright phoenix cry cuts across the horizon, pressing down the demon horde's roars until they weaken by several degrees.

Everyone raises their heads to look, and sees a fire phoenix with a wingspan of a hundred zhang rush out from within the cloud layers.

Its whole body burns with glittering golden Phoenix Fire, every feather like red-hot Red Gold.

Where it flies past, the air grows hot, and even the Demon Qi is scorched until it sizzles.

The fire phoenix dives toward the demon horde, its own flames scattering like a waterfall; demons it touches instantly burn to ash, unable to utter even a single miserable scream.

In an instant a large area is cleared, the scene quite spectacular.

But it is not over yet; before the demon horde can react.

The cloud layers behind the phoenix suddenly split open a huge fissure, as if the sky dome has torn open a shocking wound.

Then, a carriage a hundred zhang long slowly drives out.

Its entire body is built from massive Red Giant Zhaiyan Wood; flames burn within the grain of the wood, like countless fire dragons swimming through the wood grain.

Both sides of the carriage body are carved with intricate Phoenix Totems; the totems flicker with the flames, as if they might fly off the wood at any moment.

The wheels are over a zhang high; rolling through the air they bring sky-covering sparks, like a volcano erupting.

Xu Changqing cries out in alarm: "Jingyuan Mountain Carriage!"