Wei Zhongran saw a drop of amber-colored, transparent liquid in the storage pouch.
His Divine Sense had only been in the storage pouch for a short while, but he already felt dizzy and slightly drunk. He could feel the terrifying power contained within the transparent liquid, a power that made his heart tremble.
Wei Zhongran attached great importance to a protective item given by someone of Gu Jiuqi's level. This was a life-saving item for a critical moment. He was brave and fierce, but he knew even more the importance of preserving his own life.
Above, Li Yan and the others were already locked in a fierce battle with the demon cultivators. Gong Chenying and the other two were now completely in awe of Li Yan.
The speed at which Li Yan killed demon cultivators was something that even the two of them combined probably couldn't match. In just thirty breaths, Li Yan alone had killed four demon cultivators, and he himself hadn't been injured in the slightest. The three of them, sometimes working together and sometimes fighting separately, had only killed six demon cultivators. Lin Daqiao had even been injured under the arm. Although it wasn't fatal, the sight of his exposed ribs was shocking.
'Has Little Junior Brother been possessed?' Wei Chituo thought, his eyes occasionally glancing over Li Yan's body, trying to find some clue.
'Have I not been training hard enough?' Lin Daqiao was speechless. He had escaped death many times, reborn from blood, and only then had his cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds. He had thought that in a few years, he would be able to catch up with his fifth senior brother and the others. But after being out for about two years, Li Yan had become unbelievably formidable.
'Li Yan… Golden Core…' Gong Chenying's beautiful eyes shone with vibrant colors. She suddenly thought of the distant Tianli Clan.
At this moment, a loud whistle suddenly came from below the Devil's Cliff Crevice. The whistle startled everyone on both sides, and then a voice rolled in.
"Wei Zhongran of the Malevolent Spirit Sect is here! All cultivators, leave the Devil's Cliff Crevice! Immediately! Now!"
Wei Zhongran's first few words sounded a bit muffled, as if he were in the extreme depths below the Devil's Cliff Crevice, but after just a few words, his voice became clearer and clearer. It was obvious that he was ascending at an incredible speed.
Wei Zhongran's name was already famous. In the past, besides some small sects, cultivators from second-rate sects and above knew of him. Those sects would all commit the main cultivators of the Four Great Sects to memory and warn their disciples to avoid offending them accidentally.
Recently, Wei Zhongran had become the person in charge of Windy Cool Mountain. His fame had spread far and wide, and more people knew of him than they did of Nascent Soul cultivators.
When he spoke, everyone—whether it was the cultivators fighting below the Devil's Cliff Crevice, those on the cliff, or those high in the sky—heard him clearly.
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Fifty thousand feet high in the sky, the First Sir was currently extending a finger with a grave expression, pointing at a red hair in front of him. That hair was as thick as an adult's arm; it was more accurate to call it a huge tentacle. The fine red fluff on it swayed rhythmically like seaweed, a sight that was chilling and horrifying.
As this red fluff swayed, ripples visible only to the Divine Sense of a Spirit Transformation cultivator emanated from it, distorting the space within a thousand feet of the First Sir.
Beyond a thousand feet, Gu Jiuqi was sitting cross-legged in the void, occasionally raising his palm to strike the air. Each time he struck, the First Sir's extended finger would tremble, and blue veins would pop on his forehead.
His aura would surge, and he would take a step back. When his foot landed, the invisible, distorted spatial ripples would collide with his retreating figure, producing a continuous "hissing" sound. The First Sir's black robe had been cut with countless tiny slits, revealing his lean and withered skin. On his exposed skin, there were some blood lines that were slowly fading. However, as the blood lines faded, the First Sir's aura became unstable, fluctuating between strong and weak.
In the distance, Gu Jiuqi seemed unhurried. He wanted to trap the First Sir to death, not giving him a chance to erupt.
At this moment, the First Sir's brow suddenly twitched. His eyes looked down, as if trying to penetrate through layers of mist.
"What did you do to the passage between the two realms?"
He suddenly raised his head to look at Gu Jiuqi. In the distance, Gu Jiuqi suddenly burst out laughing. Amidst his laughter, he had already stood up.
"No need to hold you back any longer. It seems the great work is done. It's time for a final settlement between you and the Desolate Moon Continent!"
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Tu Tai was already jumping with rage. He was being held down by Daling, Su Changyang, and Zhantian, unable to spare even a moment to focus on anything else.
And below, with the support of Qian Fangshu and the fourth-tier Demonic Cultivators from the secret realm, the Demon Clan's side was retreating step by step, on the verge of total collapse. This was the plan that Daling and the others had formulated earlier, and it was beginning to show its effects.
They were trading space for time, using the lives of the Desolate Moon Continent's cultivators to continuously wear down the unsupported demon cultivators from the South Sea, increasing their casualties and exhausting their strength. Then, at the right time, they would coordinate with the South Sea cultivators for a decisive battle, once again depleting the numbers of the demon and foreign cultivators.
However, the final decisive battle was not in Daling's plan. But this time, Tu Tai and the others had come out in full force, using all their power to launch a surprise attack on Windy Cool Mountain. But this was their only surprise attack force. Once they failed, they could only hide again.
If Daling and the other three were at their peak, the outcome of a fight against any one of them would be uncertain. But now, with their lifespans greatly depleted and their vitality severely damaged, he still couldn't win.
The three of them coordinated with exceptional skill. Although they were previously in a hostile state, the four of them, including Yuandu, had reached a realm where they had no rivals in this world. So, the only ones who could discuss the Dao with them were each other. After several hundred years, they naturally understood each other's methods quite well, and their coordination was seamless.
Daling had already cultivated the "Lesser Luo Golden Body," and his physical body was not much weaker than that of Tu Tai, a Demon General. Although he could no longer fight head-on after his vitality was greatly damaged, he wouldn't directly clash with him. He could still entangle him up close for a short while.
Su Changyang was on the side, occasionally raising his palm in the void. Whether it was a feint or not, Tu Tai had to be careful, which made him furious. That old fellow was like a hedgehog. His strength was inferior, but he was covered in poison. He didn't recognize many of the poisons, and they were endless. He dared not take them head-on.
What was even more hateful was that sometimes Su Changyang would smile and raise his hand, move his shoulder, or shake his head, and when Tu Tai was fully focused on defending, nothing would happen.
"This old undying bastard!"
Tu Tai felt his teeth itch with frustration, but he was helpless. The opponent was only not at his peak, but his combat awareness and killing methods were still there. Otherwise, if it were a Nascent Soul cultivator, Tu Tai could close his eyes and let them hit him for a day without a care, and then kill them with a wave of his hand.
Farther away, Zhantian just stood there quietly, with no discernible movement. But from some unknown position near Tu Tai, a sword light would flash out, like a venomous snake striking from its hiding place. This forced Tu Tai to immediately dodge whenever he was about to land a blow on the entangled Daling. After several rounds of attacks, Tu Tai was unable to break through the defensive line of the three for a time.
The situation below was constantly deteriorating, which, as a Demon General of the Demon Clan, filled Tu Tai's heart with rage.
Both sides were actually just dragging things out now, waiting for the result of the duel between Gu Jiuqi and the First Sir high in the nine heavens. That was what would decide the fate of the entire Desolate Moon Continent.
However, thirty breaths had already passed, and no one from above had returned, which left all four of them feeling uneasy.
Suddenly, a whistle came from below the Devil's Cliff Crevice, followed by a rolling, thunderous voice.
Tu Tai's expression changed drastically. He was instantly filled with suspicion. In his Divine Sense, an unstoppable force was crazily rising from below the Devil's Cliff Crevice. He was very familiar with this aura. It was the power of space from the planar barrier between the two realms, and it carried the familiar aura of the "Realm-Breaking Pearl."
'Someone detonated a 'Realm-Breaking Pearl' in the Devil's Cliff Crevice!'
Several thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning. This kind of thing happening below the Devil's Cliff Crevice was originally what Tu Tai wanted to see most, and what he most wanted to do. But that voice came from a cultivator of the Malevolent Spirit Sect. How could a Malevolent Spirit Sect cultivator take the initiative to detonate a "Realm-Breaking Pearl"?
'An inside agent? A drastic change?'
These two results quickly appeared in Tu Tai's mind. But then he thought of the name "Wei Zhongran." He had seen this name many times in the battle reports. A die-hard cultivator of the Malevolent Spirit Sect. Thinking of Wei Zhongran's identity, Tu Tai immediately felt that something was wrong.
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Below the cliff, the cultivators from both sides were fighting with exceptional ferocity. They had already lost themselves in the killing. The moment they heard the voice, they all paused for a moment.
Then, many of the Windy Cool Mountain cultivators who still had strength left did not hesitate at all. After forcing back their enemies with a single move, they had already flashed up toward the sky. This was a subconscious act born of their trust in Wei Zhongran.
But there were still many cultivators who were either entangled by demon cultivators and couldn't break free, or had already lost their minds for some reason and were still crazily chasing and killing their opponents.
However, this situation only lasted for two breaths before everything completely changed.
Two breaths later, a world-destroying aura surged out from the depths of the Devil's Cliff Crevice. Along with this power, the entire Devil's Cliff Crevice began to shake violently. The cyan-black fog seemed to have boiled over. Large chunks of rock began to fall from the cliffs surrounding the abyss due to the massive tremors. The "rumbling" sound was endless, and it looked as if the surroundings were about to collapse and press in toward the center. The shouts of the cultivators and the sounds of magical treasures colliding were already drowned out.
At this, the cultivators from both sides finally stopped fighting. The Windy Cool Mountain cultivators took the opportunity to fly upwards at all costs, while the demon cultivators either stood there stunned or also took the opportunity to fly upwards, not knowing what had happened for a moment. That was because there were even more demon cultivators below the Devil's Cliff Crevice who would be desperately charging here today.
'Has the passage between the two realms opened? Has the Demon Emperor himself arrived?'
'Has something happened to the passage between the two realms?'
Many thoughts flooded the minds of every demon cultivator in the dense fog below the cliff, leaving them somewhat confused. So some demon cultivators didn't know whether to take the opportunity to charge upwards or to risk investigating the path they came from…
The Forsaken Continent, commonly known as the "Demon Realm."
Lightning flashed and thunder roared in the sky. Dark clouds churned in the sky like monsters in the wind. A solitary mountain peak stood like a sharp sword piercing the heavens. At this moment, in the gloomy sky, a huge black, white, and cyan three-colored vortex was spinning rapidly.
The three-colored vortex had existed on the Forsaken Continent for tens of millions of years and was firmly controlled by the Black Demon Clan. No cultivation sect or family was allowed to exist within a hundred thousand li radius. Outside, there was a grand formation set up by the Black Demon Clan at great cost, concealing everything here.
The three-colored vortex spread out under the thick clouds, a full two hundred li in size, and it just spun there slowly.
At this time, on the top of the sword-like mountain, neat rows of armored soldiers were arranged, both men and women. The cultivation of these people was mostly at the Demonic Soldier rank. They looked up at the three-colored vortex, their eyes filled with bloodlust and excitement.
Leading them were Demon Lords with powerful auras. These men, clad in exquisite black armor that shone with a man-eating light, were also looking up at the sky. Watching the squads of soldiers continuously forming up and flying into the three-colored vortex from their side, a deep fighting spirit flickered in their eyes.
Today, they were going to break through the planar barrier in the three-colored vortex in one fell swoop and take the Desolate Moon Continent on the other side!