bookcurios Chapter 306 The sermon is imminent, let this battle cease!
Chapter 306 The sermon is imminent, let this battle cease!
Originally, Dongwanggong thought that with Changxi's addition...
We will not speak of defeat and evil, nor will we punish them.
But at least it can keep the fight against the evil forces going for a while.
Unexpectedly, as soon as Chang Xi arrived, Taiwei died immediately.
At first, Dongwanggong even thought that Changxi might have a grudge against Taiwei and deliberately killed Taiwei.
But upon closer inspection, I didn't find anything wrong.
After all, the regret and murderous intent emanating from Chang Xi didn't seem fake.
Chang Xi's voice became hoarse from self-blame.
With a slightly hoarse voice, he roared at Evil Zhu, "Evil Zhu, you're asking for death!! I'll make you pay with your life!!"
Before she finished speaking, the Jade Morning Flowing Moon Sword in Chang Xi's hand suddenly trembled, and the sword light surged out like a tidal wave, instantly transforming into countless cold moonlight beams.
Like crescent moons, they shine upon the heavens.
The entire world was enveloped in moonlight.
Each ray of the cold moon carried a chilling killing intent, aimed directly at Evil Punishment, as if it wanted to tear him to shreds.
"Go!" Chang Xi shouted in a low voice, his voice filled with endless determination and killing intent.
The next second, countless cold moons poured down like a torrential rain, surging towards Evil Punishment.
Wherever the cold moon passed, the air seemed to freeze, emitting a piercing tearing sound.
The figure of Evil Strike appeared exceptionally small under the shimmering cold light, as if it might be swallowed up by the endless icy radiance at any moment.
At the same time, Ling Shuang also moved.
She didn't say a word, but the deep red bloodshot eyes were enough to show her madness and anger.
Not to mention the intense, chilling killing intent surrounding her!
She waved her flying cloud ribbons, moving through the void like a nimble snake.
As it wandered, snowflakes suddenly fell from the void above.
These snowflakes, seemingly gentle, transform into countless sharp ice blades the moment they touch the air, sweeping towards the evil one.
Ice blades and the cold moon intertwined, forming a net of attacks with no blind spots, completely surrounding Evil Punishment.
Despite the overwhelming onslaught, E Zhu showed no fear whatsoever.
He sneered, then clasped his hands together, activating his protective magic weapon.
In an instant, boundless dark demonic energy surged around Evil Execution.
The demonic energy condensed as if it were a physical substance, forming a thick barrier that enveloped his entire body.
The cold light and ice blades collided with the demonic energy barrier, producing a deafening roar, but they could not break through even an inch.
"Is that all you've got?" Evil's voice was low and mocking, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.
With a sudden wave of his hand, the demonic energy barrier shattered instantly, turning into countless black fragments, like sharp blades, carrying overwhelming killing intent, and rushing back towards Chang Xi and Ling Shuang.
Upon seeing this, Chang Xi and Ling Shuang simultaneously unleashed their magical weapons and charged forward to meet the attack.
Chang Xi's Jade Morning Flowing Moon Sword drew a graceful arc in the air, its sword light falling like moonlight, shattering the black fragments one by one.
Ling Shuang flashed away, becoming a blur, her Flying Cloud Silk in her hand moving like a serpent, repelling all the attacking black fragments.
The battle intensified, with the three figures intertwining in the void, their sword light clashing with demonic energy, bursting forth with dazzling brilliance.
Each clash was accompanied by a deafening roar, as if even the heavens and earth trembled.
Time flies by like water, and in the blink of an eye, the day for Hongyuan to preach is just around the corner.
In the void, the fierce battlefield was still filled with smoke, and the battle between the demon race and the monster race never stopped.
Blood had already stained the sky red, broken weapons and shattered magical artifacts were scattered all over the ground, and the air was filled with a heavy smell of blood and a murderous aura.
Even the void and the surrounding atmosphere became incredibly chaotic and heavy.
Both sides were already bloodthirsty and had long forgotten about time and fatigue.
Only the hatred and fighting spirit in their hearts sustained them in continuing the fight.
At that moment, a vast wave of energy came from the horizon, and the three clans of Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin, along with a group of guests from the Six Six Six clan, had returned.
I am preparing to participate in the Daoist Master's sermon.
Upon their return, they discovered that the demon race and the monster race were still locked in battle.
They were also taken aback for a moment.
They're still fighting.
Aren't you tired...?
Fortunately, this time, the three clans of dragon, phoenix, and qilin were just spectators and did not participate.
Otherwise, the little bit of vitality they've managed to rebuild over the years will probably all dissipate.
But it's just a thought.
Even if they wanted to participate, they couldn't.
After all, they are still in confinement.
After the Daoist Master finishes his sermon, they must return to their ancestral lands to recuperate and rebuild their lives so that they can repay the karmic debts they incurred earlier.
But as they got closer to the battlefield, they couldn't help but feel a chill.
The casualties among the demons and monsters were considerable.
The demons fared relatively well, with only over 30% of them perishing.
But the demon race fared even worse, with a full half of them perishing.
It's important to know that this half is not just any ordinary demon race.
Those individuals are all Great Immortals.
There were even a few powerful individuals at the Quasi-Saint level.
Such a loss is undoubtedly a devastating blow to the demon race.
In the void, two powerful demons, Moro and Motian, stood in mid-air, their cold gazes sweeping over the battlefield below.
They had already sensed the return of the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans and were preparing to go to the Daoist Master's temple.
After a moment's hesitation, the two of them unleashed their late-stage Hunyuan Golden Immortal aura.
It came crashing down with a 'boom'.
Like Mount Tai collapsing, it instantly enveloped the entire battlefield below.
The overwhelming aura seemed to tear the void apart, making everyone present feel suffocated.
The demons and monsters, who had been bloodthirsty, instantly sobered up under the pressure of these two forces, stopped what they were doing, and looked up at the two figures in the void.
Moro and Motian merely glanced indifferently at the demons and monsters below.
He then spoke indifferently: "The Daoist Master is about to preach; let this battle cease!"
Upon hearing this, the atmosphere on the battlefield immediately froze.
The demons breathed a sigh of relief.
This battle is finally over!
No—it's not over yet.
It's just paused.
Covered in blood and with a filthy face, Di Jun surveyed the group of demons around him.
The regret and pain in his heart were like sharp blades piercing his soul.
This battle.
Their Heavenly Court and the Demon Clan suffered heavy losses.
Not only are only half of the ten demon generals left.
More importantly, Taiwei perished, and Ling Shuang's essence was damaged, leaving her on the verge of death.
Even he, Xihe, and Changxi were seriously injured.
Under the orders of Moro and Motian, the demons, though somewhat unwilling, still sheathed their weapons and retreated behind Moro and Motian under their pressure.
Especially Jieyin and Zhunti, who let out a long sigh.
If given more time, they might be able to destroy the demon court before them.
This will end the great calamity of demons.
But they also knew that the Daoist Master was about to preach.
No time!
What eons can compare to the Daoist Master's teachings?
Above the void, Moro and Motian said nothing more, only coldly glancing at the demon race below before their gazes fell on Dijun, the leader of the Heavenly Court.
He said calmly, "Next time, there won't be such an opportunity!"
After saying this, Moro and his companion led the demons away.