Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 546 Coming out in full force

The cultivators who were maintaining the formation were focused on circulating spiritual energy and drawing runes when they suddenly felt a sudden change in the energy of heaven and earth, and a violent and disorderly demonic power crashed down from above.

Looking up, one could see that the Demon Lord Shi Yubai was acting like a madman, his demonic energy boiling and churning around him, like a ferocious beast that had broken free of all the shackles of reason, rampaging wildly across the mountains and battlefields without any order.

Wherever its demonic body swept past, mountains crumbled and turned to dust. Huge rocks, carrying terrifying demonic flames, crashed down like meteors, forcing the cultivators below to be distracted and dodge, having to defend against the surrounding demons while also guarding against this unexpected disaster from the sky.

The originally tight formation was torn apart and scattered by the sudden chaos, and many teams lost contact and were forced to fight on their own.

As Shi Yubai barely recovered from his splitting headache, the chaos in his crimson eyes seemed to have settled somewhat, but it also added a touch of deep eeriness.

His gaze, like a cold probe, instantly locked onto the two people with the most imposing auras in the room—the Supreme Elder and the Demon Lord Wuzhi.

In the next instant, his demonic shadow flashed, and he directly attacked these two top combatants with overwhelming killing intent!

A deafening roar shook the universe, and the aftershocks of their battle spread outwards in layers like tangible waves, causing the sky to lose its color, the earth to groan, and spatial cracks to spread outwards like black spider webs.

What's unsettling is that Shi Yubai seems completely at ease at this moment, as if his earlier frenzy was just a warm-up.

With an almost playful attitude, he unleashed his vast demonic energy, creating layers of binding shackles and destructive waves of light. This completely restrained and blocked the Supreme Elder's profound Taoist techniques and Wu Zhi's immense demonic power, trapping them firmly in one corner like a cat playing with mice, greatly restricting their movements.

The fact that the Supreme Elder and Wu Zhi were restrained was undoubtedly adding insult to injury for the Demon-Sealing Array, which was already struggling to maintain its strength.

Such heaven-defying formations are inherently time-consuming and labor-intensive, requiring two core experts to oversee the central hub, harmonize yin and yang, and guide the spiritual energy throughout the body.

Now that the "component" has lost its core and has been disrupted by Shi Yubai's previous collision, the flow of spiritual energy in the array base has become sluggish and chaotic, the halo is flickering and uncertain, and it is emitting a low hum that is overwhelmed. It is clear that the operation will be affected and failure is just around the corner.

"Why is it getting dark again?!"

During a lull in the fierce battle, a cultivator looked up in panic and was shocked to find that the sky, which was already shrouded in demonic clouds, had become even darker, as if eternal night had returned.

Looking into the distance, one could see another, thicker and more oppressive black cloud spreading in at an alarming speed. Within the cloud, countless ferocious creatures seemed to writhe and thrash, and the shrill, piercing cries of ghosts and wolves pierced the sky first, seizing the minds of every listener.

Thinking of those ferocious demons, and then of the young prodigies who had just bravely leaped into the Demon Abyss, their fates unknown, many cultivators felt a sinking feeling in their hearts. They felt that misfortunes never come singly, and despair clung to them like cold vines.

However, there was no way to retreat or avoid it!

In dire straits, the most primal ferocity deep within one's blood and spirit is stirred.

A tragic and heroic rage suddenly erupted, engulfing all the remaining cultivators—since they were all going to die anyway, why not take as many demons as possible with them, so that the road to the Yellow Springs wouldn't be too desolate and lonely!

In an instant, the remaining battle formations were filled with renewed spiritual light, and the offensive became even more fierce and resolute. Most people were even willing to trade their lives for each other, and would not give up an inch of land!

But to everyone's surprise, the dark cloud that rolled in with boundless malevolent energy did not attack the struggling immortal cultivators. Instead, like a well-trained army, it drew a sharp arc in the air and transformed into an indestructible Netherworld dagger, fiercely wedging itself into the most densely populated heartland of the demon army!

The thick, ink-like black cloud, upon contact with the surrounding demonic energy and scattered demonic creatures, opened its invisible maw like a ravenous beast that had been starving for millennia, frantically devouring and tearing them apart.

As the clouds churned and rolled, the demonic energy was annihilated inch by inch. The demons flying within them were as if they had crashed into an invisible net of destruction, instantly being strangled into pure demonic essence, which then merged into the black clouds, thus amplifying their power.

From a distance, it looked like a locust swarm passing through, clearing away the demonic aura wherever it went.

Those with sharp eyes strained to see that within the churning black clouds, countless blurry and distorted human figures could be seen appearing and disappearing, their sheer number sending chills down one's spine.

Until one of the enraged demon lords could no longer contain himself, roaring as he swung out a giant claw that tore through the sky, fiercely striking the eerie black cloud. The destructive energy gathered on the claw tore a narrow gap in the cloud.

This glimpse was quite something!

Within the gap lies another world, a scene that exists only in the depths of strange tales and nightmares—a hundred ghosts parading at night, ten thousand demons dancing wildly!

What first captivates the eye is an enormous, stark white skeleton, resembling an ancient dragon, with ghostly blue flames burning in its eye sockets. Solidified, pitch-black resentment swirls between the gaps in its skeleton. It silently patrols the clouds, each swish of its tail stirring up howling winds and causing the space to tremble.

The bone dragon was surrounded by countless ghostly and evil spirits of various shapes and sizes.

There were ethereal, translucent vengeful spirits, emitting ear-piercing shrieks; where the sound waves passed, demons faltered and their spirits dissipated. There were monsters covered in crimson scales, each with a single horn, their claws whipping up a storm of blood and tearing demons apart with a roar. There were ghostly soldiers clad in tattered ancient armor, their ranks impeccably disciplined, their swords and spears standing like a forest, silently slashing, each strike carrying the brutal, murderous aura of countless battles. And then there were countless shadowy, indescribable creatures of darkness, like flowing ink, coiling around and dissolving and devouring demons...

At the heart of this ghostly and demonic realm, a group of cultivators, dressed in various styles but all exuding powerful auras, stood suspended in mid-air.

Some stood by with their arms crossed and watched coldly, others stood with one hand on their hip in a disdainful posture, and still others moved their fingers as if manipulating silk threads, chanting incantations. Their bodies were surrounded by a pure and powerful interplay of demonic energy, yin energy, and malevolent energy.

Those ferocious ghosts and demonic shadows, in their hands, were like the most docile puppet arms, striking east when pointed east, striking west when pointed west, as if controlled by an arm, with a clear formation.

It’s a demon cultivator!

Those demonic giants and Netherworld Ghost Lords who were always elusive and solitary, whose strength was enough to dominate a region and make ordinary cultivators tremble with fear, have now, for some unknown reason, put aside their past grievances and gathered here!

Judging from their momentum, it wasn't just that they came out in full force; they practically brought their entire families, along with all their most treasured possessions and most dangerous creatures.

Among them were some ancient and profound figures, who were none other than old demons who had long since disappeared from the cultivation world, and who had now broken through their seclusion and arrived here!

They actually came to help, to fight against the demons together with the spiritual cultivators!

If we compare immortal cultivators to celestial beings riding golden clouds and radiant light, surrounded by pure and ethereal energy, like banished immortals descending to the mortal realm from the Jade Capital of the Nine Heavens, then this group of demonic cultivators are like Asuras and ghosts, messengers of the underworld, who have crossed over from the Netherworld and the Avici Hell.

The aura of immortal cultivators is pure and radiant, like the sun shining brightly in the sky, illuminating all things, carrying a majestic and righteous spirit that cleanses away demonic influences and benefits all living beings.

The power of demonic cultivators, however, is chilling and unpredictable, like the arrival of night, where all demons submit.

The dark clouds they formed were not simply gloomy, but a solid entity condensed with the most yin and evil energy. As they rolled, it seemed as if countless vengeful spirits were wailing and demons were whispering, radiating an absolute chill that could freeze the soul and erode life.

Individually, they may be wicked and arrogant, gloomy and abyssal, or violent and tyrannical, but the oppressive aura surrounding them is equally heavy as a mountain and as deep as a vast ocean. It is completely different from the ethereal and otherworldly immortal cultivators, and is full of primal, wild, and undeniably destructive power.

These two forces, which should have been irreconcilable, have now formed a subtle yet powerful resonance on this battlefield that concerns the survival of this world.

One is like a sword of light, determined to cut through the darkness; the other is like a blade of the underworld, seeking to fight poison with poison.

Light and darkness, clarity and turbidity—at this moment, their murderous intent all pointed to the same place.