When the demon general saw two people suddenly appear, especially the black-clad woman with her strange aura, his heart tightened slightly. But relying on their superior numbers and the fact that the opponents' cultivation seemed low—Li Wuyang was an Earth Immortal, while Xuan concealed her aura—he still shouted harshly, "Where did these blind fools come from, daring to meddle in the affairs of the Demon Heavenly Court? Take them all!"
Several demon Celestial Immortals obeyed the order and swooped down in gusts of demonic wind!
Hou Yuan was horrified and was just about to warn Li Wuyang to be careful when he saw Xuan beside him merely raise her fair, jade-like hand.
There was no earthshaking aura, no dazzling radiance of spells. Only the void-like silver-white in her right eye slowly swirled.
The next instant, an indescribably cold intent silently spread from her, as though it could freeze souls and return all things to ultimate nothingness.
The savage grins on the faces of those descending Celestial Immortal demon soldiers froze the instant they touched that intent. The light in their eyes visibly dimmed and vanished, as if erased by a rubber. Their demonic power, vitality, and even every trace of their existence silently collapsed and dissipated.
Like sand sculptures scattered by the wind, they left behind not even a speck of ash, utterly returning to "nothing."
The entire process was terrifyingly silent.
The remaining demons in the sky, including the True Immortal demon general, all froze in place, their faces filled with utter terror and confusion. They had not even seen how their opponent had struck!
What kind of power was that?! It was completely beyond their comprehension!
Xuan slowly raised her head, her mismatched eyes calmly settling on the demon general.
The demon general felt a chill shoot from the soles of his feet straight to the crown of his head, making his very soul tremble! He had no doubt that if that woman looked at him once more, he too would vanish completely like his subordinates!
"Retreat! Retreat now!" the demon general shrieked in terror. No longer caring about the mission, he was the first to transform into a demonic cloud and flee for his life. The other demon soldiers were even more frightened out of their wits, scattering in all directions and vanishing in an instant.
In the blink of an eye, the crisis was over.
Dead silence filled the scene. Hou Yuan and the surviving members of the Witch Clan stared dumbfoundedly at Xuan as though they were looking at a demon god descended into the world, their awe reaching the extreme. They did not even dare breathe loudly.
Li Wuyang swallowed as well. He knew Xuan was formidable, but whenever he saw her act, the way she casually returned enemies to "nothing" still made his heart pound. This Power of Annihilation was far too overbearing!
Xuan lowered her hand, her gaze returning to its placid stillness, as though she had merely swatted a few flies. She looked at Li Wuyang. "It's settled."
Li Wuyang came back to his senses and said to Hou Yuan, "Chief Hou Yuan, the pursuers have retreated. You should leave quickly."
Only then did Hou Yuan snap awake as if from a dream. He hurriedly led his clansmen in a deep bow toward Li Wuyang and Xuan. "Thank you, Daoist Son! Thank you... thank you, Senior, for saving our lives!" His eyes were full of reverence as he looked at Xuan.
"It was nothing. Go on, quickly." Li Wuyang waved his hand.
Hou Yuan did not delay any longer and hurried away with his clansmen.
Watching their receding figures, Li Wuyang felt heavy-hearted. The brutality of the Witch-Demon War was plain to see. Even a great tribe like the Houtu Tribe had been destroyed; there was probably no peaceful land left in the entire primordial world.
He turned to Xuan and said sincerely, "Xuan, I really have you to thank this time."
Xuan glanced at him blandly. "Your 'fated connections' always manage to find trouble with remarkable precision."
Li Wuyang gave an awkward laugh, unable to deny it.
Xuan gazed toward the vast battlefield where the Witches and demons faced one another, her eyes deep. "The great calamity has begun. Heaven and earth are the furnace, creation the smith, yin and yang the charcoal, and all things the bronze. What role do you intend to play in this furnace?"
Li Wuyang was taken aback. What role? He had never considered such a profound question. He only wanted to find a way home, or... live well in this primordial world and make a little money along the way.
"As for me..." He scratched his head, looked at the smoke of war rising in the distance, and grinned, returning to his carefree manner. "I'll first figure out how to survive in this chaotic age, then... see if I can pick up some benefits! Come on, let's find somewhere to ask around and see what exactly happened over these three thousand years!"
His goal remained simple and pure. As for the great calamity? When the sky fell, the tall ones would hold it up. A little shrimp like him should take care of himself first!
Xuan watched his retreating back. An almost imperceptible glimmer flashed through her mismatched eyes before she stepped forward and followed him.
(End of Chapter Thirty-Five)
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