These leading Demon Lords all knew that on the other side of the three-colored vortex, Lord Tu Tai was leading his men in a bloody battle, waiting to receive them.
In another spot in mid-air below the huge vortex, a tall man in a blood-red cloak stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the vortex above. His jet-black hair was casually draped behind him, messy and wild. His gaze was as deep as an abyss, as vast as the sea. It seemed that a single glance from him could make one fall into an endless abyss. His tall figure gave off a sense of containing infinite power, as if he could move mountains and overturn seas.
Behind him on both sides were more than twenty people. The lowest cultivation among them was a Demon General, and the auras emanating from the five people closest to the man in the red cloak were at the Demon Marshal rank. But from the respectful gazes they directed at the man in the red cloak in front of them, one could see the humble attitude of everyone present.
"Why is there still no movement from the other side?"
The man in the red cloak looked up at the vortex in the sky, his voice as cold as ice, betraying no emotion, giving off a feeling of indifference to all life in the world.
After the five people behind him exchanged a look, a bald old man among them stepped forward respectfully and said, "Lord Demon Emperor, the message Tu Tai sent back before that passage collapsed was for today. This, we are sure, is not wrong. He requested that we attack with all our might today. He would determine the exact location below the Devil's Cliff Crevice based on the intensity of the spatial fluctuations caused by our vast army passing through the barrier. Then he would break through in one fell swoop with the 'Lesser Realm-Breaking Pearl.' Three thousand soldiers have already passed through, but it is estimated that less than five hundred have made it through successfully. The spatial fluctuations caused may not have traveled very far, so Tu Tai probably hasn't sensed it yet. Moreover, once these soldiers pass through, with their cultivation, they are unable to send back any messages. For now, we can only wait."
"Continue the transmission. From now on, send in three squads of soldiers at the same time for each wave!" the man in the red cloak said coldly.
Everyone behind him was shocked to hear this. The rate at which they were consuming troops today was already digging into their long-standing reserves. More than seventy percent of them were facing certain death. The purpose was to transmit an accurate location to Tu Tai, all because they no longer had a real "Realm-Breaking Pearl."
Watching squads of demon cultivators go to their deaths like this, even these old monsters with hearts as cold as iron felt their hearts bleed. Now the Demon Emperor was demanding three squads to enter at once. The rate of consumption was something they could not bear. In at most another hour and a half, all the demon soldiers below would be lost.
After the few people in the back exchanged a look, the bald old man spoke up hesitantly, "This… Lord Demon Emperor, the losses are too great. We cannot sustain this for long. If Lord Tu Tai still cannot sense it in a short time…"
After hearing this, the man in the red cloak did not speak. His aura suddenly sharpened, making it difficult for everyone behind him to breathe.
The bald old man quickly replied, "My lord, calm your anger! This subordinate deserves to die! I beg for your mercy and forgiveness! I will issue the order right away…"
At the same time, someone had already sent a voice transmission down below. Soon after, the man in the red cloak, who was looking up at the sky, saw three armies of demon cultivators charge into the three-colored vortex together. And behind them, like a long line of ants, more and more demon cultivators continuously took to the air from the mountaintop.
The area around the man in the red cloak fell into a deathly silence again. They were all waiting today, waiting for the moment the planar barrier would allow them to pass through. At that time, they would descend upon the Desolate Moon Continent and unleash a feast of slaughter.
The man in the red cloak's Divine Sense once again probed the depths of the three-colored vortex. He sighed helplessly in his heart. His true body also could not remain on the Forsaken Continent. A cultivator formed from a wisp of his Divine Will like this, although stronger than a Spirit Transformation cultivator, was still unable to break through the passage between the two realms.
And not long after his Divine Sense probed into the three-colored vortex, his perpetually emotionless face suddenly flashed with ferocity, and a tyrannical aura erupted from him. Immediately, his figure had already disappeared from its original spot.
This left the cultivators behind him stunned for a moment. But they were all cultivators with heaven-defying cultivation. The next moment, they also sensed that the interior of the three-colored vortex above their heads was shaking violently.
Ever since this vortex was blasted open by a "Realm-Breaking Pearl" back then, it had hung here for tens of millions of years like an eternal sun, spinning endlessly without rest. It spun through the years, ground down the rings of time, and generations of demon cultivators had poured their blood and wisdom into it.
Now, the eternally unchanging three-colored vortex was reacting so strongly. The hearts of everyone below were shaken to the core.
"Tu Tai has succeeded!"
This was the immediate reaction of the high-level cultivators. Then, they also flew up one after another, heading toward the three-colored vortex.
"The rest of you, stay on guard at the periphery! Immediately stop the army from entering! Activate the protective grand formation!"
But just as their figures took flight, the voice of the man in the red cloak came from the sky, but he was already gone.
…
At a certain edge within the three-colored vortex, streams of invisible spatial power suddenly appeared, continuously distorting everything around. And the internal vortex here, which should have been synchronized with the outside, began to spin crazily in reverse. At first, it was only a very small vortex, but in the blink of an eye, the vortex had expanded to several tens of feet.
As the reverse vortex spun, it began to collide violently with the power of the outermost, forward-spinning vortex. Where the two forces passed, the space emitted "cracking" sounds, and then from the center of that vortex, the three colors began to shatter.
They were no longer three soft, beautiful rings of color, but fragmented spots of black, white, or cyan. It was as if in an instant, a bright, three-colored sun had turned into a sky full of three-colored stars, twinkling and continuously spreading and expanding…
At this time, a figure blurred and appeared at the edge of that internal three-colored vortex, his eyes already crimson.
"How is this possible? The passage barrier has existed for tens of millions of years. It's simply not something a 'Lesser Realm-Breaking Pearl' can destroy. Even a real 'Realm-Breaking Pearl' wouldn't work. What on earth did that idiot Tu Tai do? Did he even throw the Lesser Realm-Breaking Pearl into the center of the three-colored vortex…"
As he roared, he had already quickly scanned the area with his Divine Sense, and his aura was also rising steadily. He had to find a way to stop this.
But soon, he became even more furious. The collapse within the vortex was now impossible to stop. Even if his true body were to descend at this moment, he would not be able to turn the tide.
Suddenly, his gaze froze. He looked at a spot in the reverse-spinning vortex, and his long hair began to dance wildly.
"It was you, you little brat, who did this deliberately!"
…
A little over three breaths of time had passed since Wei Zhongran's voice was heard, and Li Yan and the others were already above the cliff. They were already close to the cliff, and their group of four was indeed one of the stronger combinations in the vicinity.
As they flew up, the four of them continuously fought with the demon cultivators who followed them. Many demon cultivators below were also taking the opportunity to charge upwards.
Li Yan and the others finally understood what Ancestor Zhu Luan had meant earlier. By not letting them go deeper than fifty feet below the Devil's Cliff Crevice, it was clear that someone had been sent into the depths of the crevice to do something. Fifty feet was a relatively safe escape distance for low-rank cultivators like them.
From the towering aura that was now surging out like an angry dragon from the abyss, it seemed that the Devil's Cliff Crevice was on the verge of collapsing.
Once they thought of this, the cultivators of Windy Cool Mountain couldn't help but feel excited. It seemed the ancestors had made arrangements long ago. Was the passage between the two realms going to be destroyed?
Among these cultivators flying away from the Devil's Cliff Crevice, Li Yan's group of four, although constantly rising, had fallen behind. They were all worried about Wei Zhongran. Ever since their Master's voice was heard, he had not yet appeared from below.
It wasn't just Li Yan; Zhao Min and Li Wuyi in the distance were the same. They fought while retreating at the very back of the cultivator ranks, the anxiety on their faces plain to see.
However, most of the demon cultivators who came up were of the Demonic Soldier rank. Many of the Demon Lords who had crossed over had remained in the abyss, trying to find out what was going on. It was just that the space of the Devil's Cliff Crevice was not small, and with these few Demon Lords scattered about, they were almost impossible to see.
And just as Li Yan and the others had risen to a height of more than sixty thousand feet, the sound from the Devil's Cliff Crevice was already earth-shattering. Amidst the continuous loud rumbles, even the surrounding mountain ranges of Windy Cool Mountain began to collapse toward the central abyss.
But contrary to this, from below the cliff in the abyss, an unstoppable force was spreading outwards.
One collapsing in, one rushing out, one down, one up. As the two forces collided, many of the giant peaks that had just fallen into the abyss were instantly turned into a dense rain of stones, shooting back toward the surroundings and the sky.
The Demon Lords who remained in the abyss continuously let out shrill screams…
For a time, the back mountain of Windy Cool Mountain was like a world turned upside down, the apocalypse arriving.
And under this kind of power, no one from either side dared to think about getting close. They were constantly rising and moving away. This included many of the demon cultivators who had charged up. They also had looks of terror on their faces, but most of them had already understood that they might be without reinforcements, having become an isolated army.
The pace of the fighting between the two sides had already slowed down. The vast majority of people were focusing their attention on the Devil's Cliff Crevice. Their Divine Senses were firmly locked there. Both sides wanted to find out what was happening in the abyss of the Devil's Cliff Crevice, both hoping for different outcomes. The demon cultivators hoped that what would follow would be a dense, endless army of their own.
Li Yan continuously scanned below with his Divine Sense, but the moment his Divine Sense entered the abyss, it was torn to shreds by a tyrannical force, unable to penetrate any deeper.
'Is this… spatial power?'
Li Yan thought uncertainly. He knew nothing about spatial power. In fact, this was just the aftershock of spatial power. Otherwise, any cultivator who sent their Divine Sense in, except for those at the Nascent Soul level and above, would have their Sea of Consciousness instantly shredded by such truly berserk spatial power.
Suddenly, from below the Devil's Cliff Crevice, a figure shot upwards like a meteor streaking across the sky, like an arrow.
"Master!"
Li Yan felt an extremely familiar aura from that figure, and he was not the only one to cry out "Master."
Beside him, Gong Chenying and the other two also let out a cry of surprise at the same time. Although they had heard Wei Zhongran's voice from below a few breaths ago, seeing Wei Zhongran's figure appear in this world-destroying abyss still made them cry out in unison. At the same time, the tension in their hearts eased slightly.
And as Wei Zhongran got closer and closer, just as he was about to break through the cliff of the Devil's Cliff Crevice, at this moment, an accident suddenly occurred. A scene that made all the cultivators' scalps tingle…
Regarding the drastic change happening below the Devil's Cliff Crevice, Daling and the other three no longer needed to wait for Gu Jiuqi to issue another command. They had already guessed the reason. They all saw the rare excitement in each other's eyes, and their attacks on Tu Tai became even more intense. This was the time to keep a close eye on their opponent, for fear that Tu Tai would suddenly launch a vicious attack on Wei Zhongran.
"I will kill that shameless brat! Whoever stands in my way will die!"
The Demon General Tu Tai opposite them had already gone berserk. No longer caring about defense, he adopted a posture of brute force.
At this moment, not only Tu Tai, but all the demon cultivators and foreign cultivators below, from Nascent Soul to even Golden Core, had their eyes turn crimson in an instant. Roars of anger shot up to the sky, faintly threatening to drown out the sound of the upheaval in the Devil's Cliff Crevice. They all desperately tried to charge into the Devil's Cliff Crevice below, but were all blocked by the Windy Cool Mountain cultivators who fought without regard for their own lives.