Chapter 246: King Blood Heavenly Corpse, A Heaven-Shaking Battle

A moment later.

The several Nascent Soul True Monarchs, having finished their discussion, walked out from the plaza's main hall, then summoned the cultivators of each city to board the Flying Boats and soared into the sky.

Besides the reinforcements from the five Immortal Cities including Lu Yuan, Yang Xianlin, the Immortal City Lord of Beiling Immortal City, also personally piloted a Flying Boat with several high-level officials of the Immortal City, leading the way toward the front line.

According to intelligence sent back from the front, the army of Corpse Demons gathered for the Century Impact was still over two thousand miles away; the reason they were temporarily blocked was firstly that the vanguard of Beiling Immortal City had already gone ahead to set up an array to intercept them, and more importantly, the two Transformation Divinity Heavenly Monarchs sent by the Immortal Alliance had already penetrated deep into the demon horde, luring out the Heavenly Corpse King hidden within and were currently trying to exterminate it.

It was precisely because of this that enough time was bought for Beiling Immortal City to arrange for reinforcements.

Two thousand-plus miles was nothing to these Flying Boats piloted by Nascent Soul True Monarchs; in less than an hour, the Flying Boats of the various Immortal Cities cut through the sky and descended upon the front line.

The front line was a vast, boundless wild plain; in the distance were thick, heavy dark clouds and darkness, revealing an extremely ominous aura. Before this darkness, over two hundred Flying Boats of varying sizes formed a defensive line, displaying an iron-blooded aura of golden spears and iron horses.

Facing a great calamity like the Century Impact, the combat cultivators on the front line generally operated in units of Flying Boats, among which small Flying Boats were Tier-1 superior Dharma Artifacts, typically carrying ten Qi Refining stage cultivators, with two responsible for steering and maneuvering, and the remaining eight serving as attackers;

Medium Flying Boats generally carried thirty cultivators, among whom there would certainly be a Foundation Establishment Master presiding; large Flying Boats carried one hundred cultivators, presided over by a Golden Core Real Person.

Regardless of size, every Flying Boat was equipped with defensive arrays and spiritual power amplification arrays of different tiers, turning the Flying Boat into a mobile artillery platform capable of unleashing firepower to its heart's content.

Unless the most dire situation occurred, generally speaking, cultivators did not need to personally charge down to fight the endless Corpse Demons.

"Everyone, we have already set up a Giant Earth-Shattering Demon-Trapping Array on this plain. We must try our best to lure the Corpse Demon tide here and activate the array to reduce the pressure that follows."

"I ask my fellow Daoists from the five great Immortal Cities to accompany this old man!"

The Divine Sense transmission of Beiling Immortal City Lord Yang Xianlin swept across the sky. Wei Bufan and the other five True Monarchs on the Flying Boats had no objections and immediately followed him, continuing forward toward the ominous darkness beyond the horizon.

Another moment later.

After the several Flying Boats had penetrated several hundred miles deep.

A vast, terrifying, and boundless "ocean" of darkness appeared in everyone's eyes.

The so-called ocean was naturally composed of endless, hideously shaped Corpse Demons; they filled the sky and covered the earth, like a death torrent with no end in sight, constantly squirming, expanding, and encroaching in this direction at high speed.

Within their line of sight, everything was occupied by the vast and boundless Corpse Tide; for a time, the clouds were gloomy, thick fog permeated, and the yin wind was bone-chilling. Countless dense masses of human corpses, beast corpses, and demon corpses jostled and stumbled, their shrill howls making Heaven and Earth tremble. Ghostly energy surged, covering the sky and earth. The aura of death filled every inch of space for hundreds of miles around.

On the Flying Boats, apart from those few Nascent Soul True Monarchs, almost all the Golden Core Cultivators could not help but gasp; some who had never experienced the Century Impact even had faces that turned faintly green, clearly doubting whether human strength could withstand such a terrifying tide.

Only Lu Yuan, after being only slightly surprised, began to assess the specific numbers of this endless Corpse Tide.

At this moment, looking ahead, Beiling City Lord Yang Xianlin transmitted his voice to Wei Bufan and the five True Monarchs:

"Five fellow Daoists, let us stop here. We need not separate too far; we shall fight and retreat, luring the Corpse Tide toward the defensive line of the Demon-Trapping Array."

On the Flying Boat of Lu Yuan's side, Wei Bufan's laughter echoed through Heaven and Earth:

"Good! You all wait on the Immortal Boat!"

At this moment, Wei Bufan was clad in battle armor; his face was like it had been carved by a knife and axe, with distinct features and a beard like a halberd. His physique was extremely burly and sturdy, and the muscles all over his body bulged like strange pythons and steel bars tightened to the limit, coiling around him in circles, each one seemingly containing infinite power and an indestructible texture.

He handed the control of the Flying Boat to a Golden Core attendant, and amidst a long laugh, a halberd a zhang long appeared in his hand. With a flash of his figure, he flew into the firmament, killing toward the sky-covering flying Corpse Demons like a meteor.

He swung his halberd, and a golden light erupted, reaching a point almost too blinding to look at; a wave of scorching heat accompanied the sky-filling golden light, sweeping in all directions.

With a thunderous boom that shook Heaven and Earth, the sky seemed to ignite, and hurricanes raged, lightning intertwined, the sun and moon dimmed, stars flashed wildly, and celestial phenomena like wind and thunder changed violently, as if an invisible giant standing between Heaven and Earth, hidden in the boundless void, had issued a divine punishment.

And under this casual strike from Wei Bufan, hundreds of ferocious flying Corpse Demons were immediately torn apart, falling from the sky like scattered ashes.

However, this also successfully attracted the attention of the Corpse Tide within a radius of ten miles. Under the gloomy firmament, whether flying in the sky or running on the ground, thousands upon thousands of Corpse Demons all roared and surged toward this direction; even those that could not fly piled up layer by layer, building a mountain of corpses, wanting to pounce on Wei Bufan in the air.

Not far away, Beiling Immortal City Lord Yang Xianlin laughed:

"Fellow Daoist Wei has such a formidable Immortal Martial Dao; this Yang has truly opened his eyes today!"

As his voice fell, he flicked his long sleeves, and four cold ice Talismans flew from his sleeves toward the southeast, northwest, and four directions. Then, the four directions echoed, and violent winds rose, turning into layers of howling hurricanes that swept across Heaven and Earth.

Immediately after, the four Talismans suddenly split, each scattering into sixty-four, totaling two hundred and fifty-six Talismans, arranged according to the positions of the Zhou Yi trigrams. Within the storm, rain flowers appeared out of thin air and lashed down, as if the Heavenly River had overturned, pouring down in a torrential rain.

Subsequently, each Talisman split again, for a time turning into tens of thousands of spiritual light-entwined Talismans, forming a downpour that looked like iron trees and silver flowers, instantly becoming a sky-covering force.

This technique was named 【Wind, Rain, Thunder, and Lightning Ten Thousand Talisman Array】, a top-tier Daoist technique of the Wind and Thunder Sect, using ten thousand Talismans to summon the power of wind, rain, thunder, and lightning from Heaven and Earth; its power was not trivial, and its momentum was even more immense.

After Yang Xianlin cast it,

For a time, wind, rain, thunder, and lightning covered the sky and earth, raging and wreaking havoc. There were scorching mists of steam, which then intersected with cold currents to form hail and blizzards. The fantastical and dazzling spectacular scene was as if the Jade Emperor in mythology had issued a decree for the gods of the Rain Department and Thunder Department to stir up wind and rain, call for thunder and lightning, and coordinate with one hundred thousand heavenly soldiers to surround and annihilate peerless demons. For a time, within a radius of over ten miles, boundless gales, infinite rainstorms, endless muffled thunder, and infinite lightning roamed everywhere; tens of thousands of Corpse Demons were either frozen into frost, struck by lightning, or dissolved by the rain, forming large swaths of vacuum zones.

"Two fellow Daoists, truly excellent methods!"

"Now look at us!"

At the same time, the True Monarch cultivators of the other four Immortal Cities also laughed as they flew out from their Flying Boats. Vast Dharma Power fluctuations swept across the firmament, and the brilliant and destructive radiance of various Dharma Artifacts surged out as they struck, like a scorching sun shining on ice and snow, annihilating the Corpse Demons in swaths across the sky and ground.

The billions of Corpse Demons naturally knew no pain or fear; in the space of several hundred miles, they howled like a tide, crazily surging in wave after wave to fill the empty spaces cleared by the six True Monarchs.

And Yang Xianlin, Wei Bufan, and the others had no intention of entangling with these Corpse Demons; after attracting their attention, they led the assisting cultivators and fought while retreating.

But just at this moment.

Roar.

A gloomy voice like the roar of ten thousand demons echoed in all directions. Accompanied by a noisy, shrill, and terrifying sound, a certain place within the Corpse Demon tide seemed to come alive; boundless blood light merged with the sunset glow, forming a huge blood-colored vortex like a tsunami.

Hmm?

Suddenly, the expressions of Yang Xianlin and the other True Monarchs changed slightly.

Rumble—

Cracks and trenches spread, staggering in all directions; rubble and sand flew everywhere, roaring loudly, and the entire ground shook violently, churning incessantly. It was as if a vicious demon was about to tear open the earth and crawl out from hell!

With a crack that sounded like a heaven-shaking explosion, the world suddenly darkened. A huge blood shadow, so thick that even the vast ocean could not wash it clean, rose from the billions of Corpse Tide, instantly transforming into a blood-shadow emperor figure, dozens of zhang tall, as if crafted from the world's most perfect blood jade, its surface constantly twisting and fluctuating!

This blood-shadow emperor had blood-colored light flames surging from its entire body, turning into a river of blood that rolled and circled around its body. On the blood river, countless incomplete ghost faces and vengeful spirits floated and sank; it actually had an appearance that one could not see the end of, and who knew how many dead souls were submerged in the blood river.

The rolling baleful aura, accompanied by the emperor's sinister and domineering, unstoppable, and irresistible ferocious aura, rushed straight into the firmament, causing Heaven and Earth to change color. As this heaven-standing blood-shadow emperor appeared in the world, streams of blood-rain mist, thick as if solidified, spread in all directions, devouring all light sources. Wherever it passed, the sparse vegetation on the ground withered instantly, rotting and decaying at a speed visible to the eye, turning into ashes, and the ground became withered and scorched black, with all vitality extinguished!

The endless despair, gloom, and domineering aura of death and destructive bloodiness spread and washed over them. Sensing this boundless momentum, ripples suddenly surged in Yang Xianlin's eyes, and his expression immediately became stern and murderous:

"It is actually a King Blood Heavenly Corpse! Fellow Daoists, be careful; this is a Four-Tier superior Heavenly Corpse, equivalent to a great cultivator at the Nascent Soul Late Stage or even the peak! It was transformed from an Elder of the former demonic Blood Refining Divine Sect; it is extremely difficult to deal with!"

"Roar!"

Before the words fell, two more giant roars sounded in the thousands of Corpse Tides. As everyone swept their gaze, they discovered that behind the King Blood Heavenly Corpse, two more mountain-like, huge beast-shaped figures broke through the waves, their ferocious aura surging like a tsunami.

That was a terrifying corpse snake dozens of zhang long, and a giant eagle with a rotting body, its wings spreading to unleash surging poisonous winds!

Clearly, these two corpse-bone giant beasts were both Four-Tier Heavenly Corpse-level existences; although they were clearly much weaker than the King Blood Heavenly Corpse in terms of aura, they were definitely not easy to deal with.

"Besides the Royal Blood Heavenly Corpse, there are actually two more."

Yang Xianlin, currently acting as commander, immediately shouted coldly:

"If we can slay these three abominations, the threat of this Century Impact will surely be greatly reduced. I ask all fellow Daoists to join forces and strike!"

Six against three; although there were no Yuan Ying Late Stage great cultivators among the True Monarchs present, they still held a clear advantage. The six True Monarchs exchanged divine senses in an instant, then two went to restrain and distract the snake-shaped and eagle-shaped Heavenly Corpses, while the four True Monarchs, including Yang Xianlin and Wei Bufan, surrounded the Royal Blood Heavenly Corpse.

Meanwhile, the Golden Core Cultivators on the Flying Boat, who had no qualifications to intervene, retreated rapidly with fearful expressions under orders; only Lu Yuan gazed at the three Heavenly Corpses with monstrous auras amidst the Corpse Tide, his eyes flickering.

After all, the Corpse Demons ravaging Heaven and Earth were all experience points to him, and those three Heavenly Corpses—especially the Royal Blood Heavenly Corpse capable of condensing a Dharma form—possessed an incomparable attraction, making it hard to imagine how much Merit Power could be gained if they were slain.

It was just a pity that with all six Nascent Soul True Monarchs present, he currently seemed to have no chance to reap the rewards.

As for whether he was a match for this Heavenly Corpse...

Don't joke; with the blessings of the three great Supernatural Powers of Mastering Five Thunders, Slaying Demons, and Sword Technique, he was the nemesis of all evil spirits in the world. Added to that were life-saving Supernatural Powers like "Body-Flying Trace-Hiding," so let alone a Fifth Tier Heavenly Corpse, he would even dare to fight a Sixth Rank Heavenly Corpse King comparable to a Transformation Spirit Giant!

Boom—

Just as his thoughts were turning.

The moment the six True Monarchs made their move, the Royal Blood Heavenly Corpse sensed their intentions and suddenly roared, causing waves of blood to erupt from its body, blotting out the sky and sun!

The river of blood surged, flowing ceaselessly. The surging blood waves swirled and circled, and under the rendering of the setting sun, it actually possessed a vast and mighty momentum that filled the sky and covered the earth. The surging river water, the roaring of vengeful spirits, blood flowing so heavily it could float pestles—it was boundless, like a demon god walking out from the ancient past, its demonic might surging, causing the color of Heaven and Earth to change.

In an instant, every one of the six True Monarchs could feel a tremendous suction coming from that blood river, stirring the blood throughout their bodies, as if it would break through their skin in the next second and fly out to merge into that rolling river of blood.

Ordinary cultivators, even Golden Core Cultivators, if they were close enough, might have all their blood fly out and become a part of that blood river.

But for the four True Monarchs including Yang Xianlin and Wei Bufan, this was as insignificant as a breeze brushing their faces.

One could see that the eyes of Yang Xianlin, whose aura and cultivation seemed the strongest among all the True Monarchs, were flashing with blinding light, carrying an invisible sharpness as if to tear through space, his tone grim:

"A fine beast, I want to see if you can withstand the siege of four True Monarchs!!"

Clang!

He grasped at the void, and a sword light in his sleeve transformed into a fierce, swimming dragon that darted out and landed in his hand.

"The three of you! Strike with all your might! Execute this fiend!"

Before his voice had faded, time in the entire area seemed to pause for a brief instant; he raised his sword and swung, piercing the horizon, and a hundred-foot-long heaven-startling Sword Qi pierced the firmament—Boom—bursting forth!

This sword light seemed to become the only thing in the universe of Heaven and Earth, incomparably cold and stern; peerless sword brilliance followed one after another, piercing the void and pouring out like a waterfall, striking straight at the Royal Blood Heavenly Corpse with a destructive momentum that looked down upon all living things and could slaughter gods and exterminate immortals!