Chapter 870

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Zhu Ganglie and the Golden-Eyed Demon Sovereign were engulfed in crimson flames all over their bodies.

Golden Eye Demon Sovereign

Zhu Ganglie muttered, "Xiahou Wuming, what a big appetite, wanting to wipe us out in one sweep—does he not fear breaking his teeth, does he not fear bursting his belly? Hah, the Grand Formation of the Firewood Inheritance—our old pig's hide is thick and meaty; if we want to flee, can we still get away?"

The Golden-Eyed Demon Sovereign's eyes flashed with a vicious light, glaring fiercely at Xiahou Wuming: "How about we join forces and take down Xiahou Wuming?"

Zhu Ganglie's gaze wandered as he pondered; in the northeastern corner, a huge azure lotus slowly blossomed, and amid a stretch of forest, a teleportation formation several dozen li in diameter lit up, with tens of thousands of figures clad in Daoist robes shooting out like rainbows from the formation.

Tens of thousands flew out, among them more than a dozen figures whose aura was serene and subtly merged with heaven and earth, rushing to the forefront like lightning; they quickly became entangled with the Netherworld Peng Sovereign and the Myriad Poisons Zhen Sovereign.

These dozen-plus figures flew at incredible speed, their mana immensely robust, their Daoist physiques tempered to extraordinary strength, the innate spirit treasures in their hands wielding tremendous power, and they coordinated with exquisite precision.

Adding to the weakening and continual assault of the Grand Formation of the Firewood Inheritance, combined with the frantic onslaught of the four-direction army formation, it was clear that the Netherworld Peng Sovereign, the Myriad Poisons Zhen Sovereign, the Sharira Bone Sovereign, the Three Yellow Springs Sovereigns, and the three strange sovereigns to the north were all finding themselves in a somewhat sorry state.

Ten Thousand Poisons Toxic Bird Sovereign

Even ordinary cultivators and ordinary weapons, if they merely drew near their bodies, would be provoked into all manner of negative thoughts stemming from the seven emotions and six desires within them, giving rise to inner yin fire that directly incinerates the soul; a moment's carelessness leads to the fate of soul and spirit scattering.

But Wu Tie's soul is mighty, and he is sheltered by the Grand Dao Crucible; moreover, the black sword possesses a peerless slaughtering qi between heaven and earth, the killing aura inherent in the black sword far surpassing the demonic nature of the Six Desires Demon Sovereign by an unknown degree.

As the black sword swept past, the Six Desires Demon Sovereigns cried out in unison; their demonic essence was directly gravely wounded by the black sword, and great gobs of multicolored slurry sprayed from their bodies, turning into a five‑colored rain of light that drifted in all directions.

Mount Tai Monster Sovereign

Firewood Transmission Grand Formation

Tens of thousands of figures clad in Daoist robes formed an extremely simple Heaven‑Earth‑Man Three‑Talent array, trapping the Six Desires Demon Sovereign at its center. With a "ding‑ding" sound, dozens of Daoist implements flashing with lively divine light rose into the air, after which heavenly demon‑subduing thunderbolts fell like raindrops, striking the Six Desires Demon Sovereign one after another.

Heaven-Earth-Man Three Talents Formation

The tens of thousands of Daoist‑robed figures suddenly shuddered, all spitting blood, yet the great formation they had activated and the lightning it summoned also struck the Six Desires Demon Sovereign, causing their radiant flames to retract and specks of light to scatter wildly.

Heaven-Earth Six Harmonies Grand Formation

Teleportation Formation

Their cultivation is immensely formidable; even the weakest among them has reached the peak of the Earth‑God realm, and all are at least the eighth heaven of the Divine‑Manifestation realm or higher.

With tens of thousands aided by innate spirit treasures, they managed to imprison the Six Desires Demon Sovereign, who had been successively gravely wounded by the Grand Formation of the Firewood Inheritance and Wu Tie—yet a single light blow from someone caused all those tens of thousands to spit blood in unison!

Black Sword

Not only the Six Desires Demon Sovereign, but as Wu Tie glanced around the battlefield, he saw that even though many demon sovereigns, ghost sovereigns, and strange sovereigns had been weakened by over ninety percent, and even if they were encircled by army formations or harassed by the adepts of the Azure Lotus Observatory, their ferocious blaze still raged, and they fought with vivid effect.

To the west, the feathers of the two great demon sovereigns had been burned clean bare; they simply assumed human form, darting through the void like flying, spewing poisonous smoke and hurling demonic thunder, causing the encircling army formation to shudder and shake violently, leaving several Azure Lotus Observatory adepts entangled with them in a sorry state.

South side, the Four Great Ghost Venerables also stirred up a sky-filling ghostly yin wind; within the military formation they were besieging, boldly already tens of thousands of soldiers had turned into dry bones scattered all over the ground.

North side, the battle there was even more mysterious.

Mount Tai Monster Venerable relied on his huge fleshly body to withstand the frenzied attacks from all directions; his body was extremely huge and extremely hard, and the military formation's attacks could not inflict the slightest harm on him.

Conversely, the stone tablet planted on the summit of Mount Tai Monster Venerable, with the five large characters "Taishan Stone Dares to Resist" facing the military formation, gave a shake, and immediately the sound of bones breaking rang out like frying beans; at least ten thousand soldiers were forcibly dragged out of the formation and crushed into a puddle of flesh by a tremendous pressure.

Moreover, soldiers continuously spewed large patches of white mushrooms from their seven orifices; their bodies were like wooden stakes drained of nutrition by a mushroom gang, quickly rotting, withering, then collapsing limply to the ground.

Mushroom spores flew everywhere across the sky; wherever the spores passed, the divine abilities and magical arts of several Qinglian Observatory experts were weakened by more than half.

Fortunately, there was the Fire Heritage Grand Formation; the spores, after flying only a short distance, were burned into wisps of blue smoke.

But countless spores kept being generated, continuously flying out from the bodies of the parasitized soldiers.

As for that, some soldiers suddenly collapsed for no apparent reason, then their bodies began to swell; slowly, they swelled up like a ball, and with a "bang" burst open, releasing a large amount of clear spring water from within.

These springs emitted a faint chill; soldiers in the formation who merely touched them felt their whole body go cold, then gradually lost strength, a faint smile appearing on their faces before they collapsed headfirst.

Wu Tie realized in his heart.

The so-called Venerable rank is the realm above the Divine Sovereign realm.

According to the cultivation essentials in the Yuan Shi Jing, cultivators of the Divine Sovereign realm merely communicate with heaven and earth, 'borrowing' power from them; no matter how many Grand Dao patterns are inscribed on their divine bodies, those patterns are merely a 'permit', a 'key', an 'access certificate'.

The more complete the Grand Dao patterns, the greater the 'authority' they hold, the broader the 'scope', and the heavenly-earthly power they can borrow, mobilize, and draw upon becomes ever stronger and more marvelous.

But upon reaching the realm above the Divine Sovereign, it is no longer borrowing, mobilizing, and drawing upon; instead, it is direct control, command, and domination!

Venerable-level beings possess an overwhelming advantage over Divine Sovereign cultivators.

So, look at how Xiahou Wuming arranged things: not only was the original version of the Fire Heritage Grand Formation weakened, but also the massive military formation was encircling them from all sides, plus the elite disciples of the Qinglian Observatory joining the battle...

Yet the situation can only be said that the Su Chao side holds the advantage, but to truly slay these invading demonic monsters of Venerable level, Xiahou Wuming still lacks a decisive means.

The Qian Yuan Divine Bell could bear the heavy responsibility, but the Qian Yuan Divine Bell is now in the hands of Feng Rong.

The huge teleportation formation lit up again, and tens of thousands of figures in Daoist robes rushed out. These people formed the simplest Heaven-Earth Five Elements Grand Formation, stirring wind and clouds, pressing down upon the Southern Relic Bone Venerable and the Three Yellow Springs Venerables.

Not long after, tens of thousands of Qinglian Observatory disciples surged out from the teleportation formation, forming a Heaven-Earth Six Harmonies Grand Formation that tightly encircled the Northern Mount Tai Monster Venerable and the other two Venerables.

Finally, a series of clear jade bell chimes rang out; dozens of Qinglian Observatory Elders, whose astonishing aura had streams of pure qi flowing above their heads, with countless blue lotuses continually blooming and transforming into a sky-filling rain of light that fell downward, emerged from the teleportation formation leading over a hundred thousand elite disciples of the Qinglian Observatory.

An old Daoist with white hair, his forehead, cheeks, and neck layered with wrinkles, his life force as faint as a lone spark amid ashes of a burned-out pile, raised his head and shouted: "Qinglian disciples, subdue demons and eliminate evil—today is the day!"

"Do not show mercy, just kill with all your heart!" the old Daoist, though aged and near death, had a tone unusually fierce, his killing intent only slightly weaker than that of the Black Sword by three grades.

All the Qinglian Observatory disciples answered in unison; the carefree, transcendent aura they usually cultivated, the unworldly demeanor, were now stripped away, revealing the ferocious visages of butchers as they rushed straight toward the two great demon Venerables to the west, knives and spears in hand.

The Netherworld Peng Venerable and the Ten Thousand Poisons Zhen Venerable saw those Daoists charging forward with murderous aura; the Ten Thousand Poisons Zhen Venerable shouted harshly: "Dead pig, stinking monkey, what are you waiting for? If you don't break out of the encirclement with us, are you really going to become a wager for children?"

Zhu Ganglie and the Golden-Eyed Demon Venerable exchanged a glance; the Golden-Eyed Demon Venerable's muscles bulged all over, bundles of muscle twitching violently, as if able at any moment to erupt with terrifying power capable of shattering heaven and earth.

Zhu Ganglie's whole body was wrapped in a faint crimson flame; he narrowed his small eyes, looking around, a gleam flashing in his pupils—no one knew what he was thinking.

According to the nature of the demon race, under these disadvantageous conditions of being schemed against and trapped in an encirclement, Zhu Ganglie should have risen in revolt, cooperating with the Netherworld Peng Venerable and the Ten Thousand Poisons True Venerable to madly break out.

I truly don't know what he is thinking, why he is hesitating.

Seeing Zhu Ganglie and the Golden-Eyed Demon Venerable show no reaction at all, the Netherworld Peng Venerable and the Ten Thousand Poisons True Venerable burst out cursing; then their bodies flickered, returning to their original forms, the feathers burned away by the Su fire growing back layer upon layer, after which they fiercely flapped their wings and prepared to flee.

In the void, dozens of huge talismans, each several li wide and stretching up to a thousand li long, appeared out of thin air.

Yellow talisman paper, red symbols, countless bolts of lightning of various attributes howled down; each bolt of lightning was coated with a thick layer of Su fire on its exterior.

A storm of thunder and fire fell like rain upon the huge bodies of the two great demon Venerables, blasting them so that their demonic aura surged and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Looking at the four directions, the situation of the four nations' Venerable-level powerhouses under siege, the two great demon Venerables were obviously the first to bear the brunt.

Upon serious reflection, this is also a matter of course.

The northern monster state, eastern demon state, and southern ghost state, though they are enemies of the Su Chao dynasty, inflict far less harm on Su Chao than the western demon state does.

In the western demon state, both great and minor demons delight in eating humans.

Consuming humans rapidly increases demonic power, and the western demon state's population vastly outnumbers the other three realms, making it a source of great disaster and the arch‑enemy of the Su Chao dynasty.

For this reason, Xiahou Wuming laid this trap, capturing over ten sovereign‑level experts from the four nations, yet his true target remains the several great demon sovereigns of the western demon state.

This is not only revenge for the harm the demon state inflicted on Su Chao, but also weakens the demon state's peak power, enabling Su Chao to launch a counteroffensive.

Demons eat humans.

Humans likewise eat demons.

The demons' skin, flesh, bones, tendons, teeth, organs, and bone marrow elixirs are all valuable.

If Su Chao slays the demon state's sovereign‑level peak entities, it can turn the demon realm into its hunting ground.

Xiahou Wuming gazed deeply at the motionless Pig Ganglie and Golden Eye Demon Sovereign……

Their stillness is exactly what is needed.

Therefore, focusing our power to slay those two great birds is the right thing to do.

Xiahou Wuming's peripheral vision caught the Dragon Vein Crocodile Sovereign standing beside Pig Ganglie; moments ago the two great demon sovereigns unfurled their wings and fled, shaking the Dragon Vein Crocodile Sovereign loose. Now its face twitches and contorts, clearly fallen into confusion.

Should we flee with the two great bird sovereigns, or remain here with Pig Ganglie and the Golden Eye Demon Sovereign?

Fleeing would bring Su Chao's frenzied assault.

Staying here means confronting an unfathomable destiny.

The Dragon Vein Crocodile Sovereign harbors secret resentment; if Pig Ganglie and the Golden Eye Demon Sovereign teamed up with the two great bird sovereigns to break out, he would unhesitatingly join the charge.

Yet Pig Ganglie and the Golden Eye Demon Sovereign remain stationary, leaving the Dragon Vein Crocodile Sovereign feeling somewhat stuck.

What, then, should he do?

In short, the Dragon Vein Crocodile Sovereign owes his sovereign power to his overbearing, noble bloodline; his intelligence, however, is truly lacking, far below that of an average person.

Thus he hesitates, wavers, is at a loss, and gazes longingly at Pig Ganglie and the Golden Eye Demon Sovereign.

The heavens are in turmoil, and Xiahou Wuming continually marshals his forces.

Lords and prefects from every region, commanding vast armies, quickly lay out battle formations on the ground. Countless formation masters likewise hasten to devise diverse, high‑impact formations to inflict the greatest possible harm on the invading sovereigns of the four nations.

Above the imperial capital of Su Du, Feng Rong and his entourage are already encircled by nearly two hundred Feng clan elders.

Qing Wu, incensed and defeated, points at the elders and shouts in anger; Wa Qingluan assumes the airs of an empress dowager and sternly rebukes them; Feng Rong waves the imperial jade seal, commanding the elders to scatter.

Yet, watching Su Du deteriorate, each Feng clan elder bears a deep grudge against Feng Rong and refuses to disperse.

Moreover, a Feng clan elder somehow produces an ancestral golden talisman of the Su Chao dynasty and lightly shakes it against the Qian Yuan Divine Bell.

Feng Rong had possessed the Qian Yuan Divine Bell for only a few days, still unwarmed, when it suddenly burst with a 'boom', breaking its spiritual bond with him and turning into a colossal bell a thousand zhang tall that rose into the sky and slowly settled behind many Feng clan elders.

"This is the ancestral forbidden talisman meant to ward off exactly the sort of unworthy descendant you are, and precisely the sort of immoral, foolish ruler you have become."

The Feng clan elder, seething, bellowed: "For generations, countless divine emperors have never touched this ancestral treasure… I never imagined, Feng Rong… you, you, you… do you even deserve the Feng clan's forefathers?"

Feng Rong, equally furious, leapt and shouted: "You old immortals, how dare you plot against me?"

The Qian Yuan Divine Bell left Feng Rong, taking this national treasure with it.

In Wu Tie's great camp, a mass of blood‑flame erupted skyward, pressing against the endless intertwining Su fire, and surged toward Feng Rong.

"Feng Rong, give back Amu's life!"

Within the blood‑flame, a towering blood‑red phantom peacock, tens of thousands of zhang high, flickers into view; its fanned tail bears countless blood‑red eyes that spill immeasurable crimson light, bathing tens of thousands of li in scarlet.

In the distance, the Netherworld Peng Sovereign bellows: "Blood Hell girl, don't act foolishly!"

Innumerable slender threads of blood light spread across heaven and earth, sweeping outward, eventually converging upon Feng Rong.

This is not merely revenge for the harm the Demon Kingdom inflicted upon the Blazing Dynasty; it also weakens the Demon Kingdom's peak strength, to the point that the Blazing Dynasty could even launch a counter‑invasion against the Demon Kingdom.

Humans likewise eat demons.

Wait I'm mixing. Let's look at the original lines after 【64】:

Demons eat humans.

Humans likewise eat demons.

The demons' skin, flesh, bones, tendons, teeth, organs, and bone marrow elixirs are all valuable.

If Su Chao slays the demon state's sovereign‑level peak entities, it can turn the demon realm into its hunting ground.

As long as the peak demon‑sovereign‑level entities of the Demon Kingdom are slain, the Blazing Dynasty can turn the Demon Kingdom into its own hunting ground.

Xiahou Wuming gave a deep look at the immobile Zhu Ganglie and the Golden‑Eyed Demon Sovereign…

Therefore, focusing our power to slay those two great birds is the right thing to do.

In the corner of Xiahou Wuming's eye, he caught sight of the Crocodile Sovereign of the Dragon Vein standing beside Zhu Ganglie… Just moments ago the two great demon sovereigns had spread their wings and fled, shaking off the Dragon Vein Crocodile Sovereign. Now the Dragon Vein Crocodile Sovereign's face twitched and contorted, obviously fallen into a state of confusion.

Should they follow the two great bird sovereigns in flight, or stay here with Zhu Ganglie and the Golden‑Eyed Demon Sovereign?

Staying here means confronting an unfathomable destiny.

The Dragon Vein Crocodile Sovereign secretly resented them, thinking that if Zhu Ganglie and the Golden‑Eyed Demon Sovereign cooperated with the two great bird sovereigns to break out, he would naturally follow without hesitation and charge forward.

But Zhu Ganglie and the Golden‑Eyed Demon Sovereign stood there unmoving… and the Dragon Vein Crocodile Sovereign felt a bit at a loss.

In short, the Dragon Vein Crocodile Sovereign owes his sovereign power to his overbearing, noble bloodline; his intelligence, however, is truly lacking, far below that of an average person.

After all, the Dragon Vein Crocodile Sovereign owes its demon‑sovereign strength solely to its overbearing, noble bloodline; speaking of intellect, its IQ is truly low, far below that of an ordinary person.

Thus he hesitated, he wavered, he was at a loss, and he gazed longingly at Zhu Ganglie and the Golden‑Eyed Demon Sovereign.

The rulers and prefects of all regions, commanding the great armies, swiftly set up formations on the ground. Moreover, countless formation masters rapidly constructed various lethal arrays, hoping to inflict as much damage as possible on the invading sovereigns of the four nations.

Qing Wu, flushed with rage, pointed at these elders and shouted rebukes; Wa Qinglan assumed the posture of an empress dowager and sternly reprimanded them; Feng Rong went further, brandishing the Heirloom Jade Seal and ordering the elders to disperse.

Moreover, a Feng clan elder somehow produces an ancestral golden talisman of the Su Chao dynasty and lightly shakes it against the Qian Yuan Divine Bell.

Feng Rong had only just come into possession of the Qianyuan Divine Bell, which had not yet been warmed, when it suddenly went "Boom!"—directly severing its soul link with Feng Rong, transforming into a great bell a thousand zhang tall that soared into the air and slowly fell behind the many Feng clan elders.

The Feng clan elder, bursting with rage, bellowed: "Over all these years, through countless generations of divine emperors, this ancestral treasure has never been used… I never imagined, Feng Rong… you, you, you… do you even deserve the forefathers of the Feng clan?"

Feng Rong, likewise bursting with rage, jumped and shouted: "You old immortals, you, you, you—how dare you scheme against me?"

In Wu Tie's great camp, a mass of blood‑flame erupted skyward, pressing against the endless intertwining Su fire, and surged toward Feng Rong.

In Wu Tie's great camp, a mass of blood‑flame shot up into the sky, forcefully pushing through the all‑pervading blazing fire, and surged toward Feng Rong.

Within the blood‑flame loomed a faint, towering blood‑colored peacock phantom ten thousand zhang high; on its spread tail feathers, countless blood‑colored pupils spewed forth immeasurable Blood Light, bathing a radius of tens of thousands of li in a pure scarlet.

Innumerable slender threads of blood light spread across heaven and earth, sweeping outward, eventually converging upon Feng Rong.

The shrill shriek of Blood Hell rings through the heavens: "We will avenge our mother's death and never share the same sky!"

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The Blood Prison's sharp howl echoed through the heavens: "The grudge of killing one's mother—we cannot share the same sky!"

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