Life-or-Death Crisis, Bai Ye Rushes to Aid

"It's the Devil Master! A Nascent Soul Realm Devil Master!"

"Run! Flee! We're no match!"

The cultivators erupted into chaos, despair etched across their faces.

The Nascent Soul Realm and the Profound Comprehension Realm were worlds apart, and the Devil Master's aura had reached Nascent Soul Late Stage!

Two Profound Comprehension cultivators from minor sects abandoned all pretense and turned to flee.

They activated their life-saving escape arts, their forms transforming into twin streaks of light as they shot toward the Holy City's walls.

"Trying to leave?"

The Devil Master's voice was hoarse and icy, dripping with mockery.

He raised a hand, and black Demonic Energy instantly coalesced into two chains, snaking out like venomous serpents to coil around the cultivators' ankles.

With startled cries, their escape arts failed, and they crashed heavily to the ground.

The Devil Master flickered and appeared before them in an instant, his massive claws descending.

With a wet crunch, he crushed both their heads.

Blood and brain matter splattered across his demonic armor, but the Devil Master paid it no mind. Instead, he extended his tongue to lick the blood from his claws, a look of ecstasy on his face.

"Delicious... the flesh and blood of human cultivators truly tastes far better than Demon Soldiers'."

The next moment.

His Demonic Energy erupted outward, forming a black barrier that engulfed the entire battlefield.

Space was sealed. The cultivators present could no longer escape, forced to watch helplessly as the Devil Master devoured the corpses of the two cultivators.

"Damn it! According to past patterns, this rift should only produce Demon Generals at Late Profound Comprehension at most. How is there a Nascent Soul Realm Devil Master?"

A cultivator in a Gold Robe gritted his teeth. He was Zhou Feng, a Core Disciple of the Wasteland Heaven Divine Sect, at Late Profound Comprehension, and his expression was grim to the extreme.

Zhou Feng didn't hesitate. He quickly retrieved a pale-gold communication jade slip from his storage ring.

This was an emergency communication talisman specially crafted by the Wasteland Heaven Divine Sect.

He infused Spiritual Energy into the jade slip, and it instantly erupted with a Golden Light that pierced through the Demonic Energy barrier, flying deep into the Holy City.

"I hope this can lure a Nascent Soul Old Ancestor here soon!"

Zhou Feng prayed inwardly, his eyes fixed on the Devil Master, his palms slick with cold sweat.

He knew that with the Devil Master's strength, annihilating every cultivator present would be trivial!

After finishing his meal, the Devil Master swept his blood-red gaze across the remaining cultivators.

It finally landed on a Profound Comprehension elder from the Azure Cloud Sect.

That elder had previously tried to attack him with an Art and was now trembling behind the crowd.

"Next, you."

The Devil Master's lips curled into a cruel smile, and his form vanished from where he stood.

When he reappeared, he was right before the Azure Cloud Sect elder.

His massive claws came crashing down toward the elder's head with a sound that tore through the air!

The elder's pupils shrank, utter despair in his eyes.

He tried to circulate his Spiritual Energy to defend himself, but the Devil Master's pressure had already locked onto him. He couldn't mobilize a single strand of Spiritual Energy, forced to watch the claws descend.

At that critical moment, a soft sigh echoed across the battlefield.

"Ah."

Before the sound faded, a golden sword light flashed!

The sword light was impossibly fast, as if it had crossed space itself, appearing before the Devil Master's claws in an instant.

Crack!

A crisp sound of bone breaking rang out. The Devil Master's claws were severed cleanly by the sword light!

Black demonic blood sprayed out, splattering onto the ground and corroding small pits into the earth.

The Devil Master froze, as if unable to believe his eyes.

He looked down at his severed limb, then let out a furious roar: "Who?! Who dares to wound me?!"

But before he could finish, the golden sword light struck again, like a shooting star, slicing across his neck in an instant.

Squelch--!

The Devil Master's head separated from his body. Black demonic blood gushed forth, and his massive frame crashed heavily to the ground. It twitched a few times before going completely still.

A Nascent Soul Late Stage Devil Master, slain with a single sword strike!

The battlefield fell into dead silence.

Every cultivator stared wide-eyed, dumbfounded, at the owner of that golden sword light.

A young cultivator in a Dark Robe.

It was Bai Ye!

At this moment, Bai Ye's hand still bore faint traces of demon blood on the Purple Firmament Sword, while an indistinct golden spiritual light coiled around him, radiating an awe-inspiring majesty!

He was a completely different figure from the low-key Profound Comprehension Realm cultivator he had appeared to be before.

"What kind of sword light was that just now? A Late Profound Comprehension cultivator actually managed to one-shot a Late Nascent Soul?"

"Am I seeing things? That was a Nascent Soul Realm Devil Master! And he was cut down with a single strike?"

"Just what cultivation level does this Azure Cloud Sect friend really have?"

The cultivators murmured among themselves, their eyes filled with shock and reverence. Their gazes at Bai Ye were like looking at an invincible deity!

Zhou Feng's mouth hung wide open, a storm of shock raging in his heart!

Bai Ye paid no heed to the crowd's stares. He lifted his head and looked toward the center of the Holy City.

There lay the main Abyssal Fissure, a hundred li wide.

At this moment, the Demonic Energy surging from that fissure had erupted like a volcano, shooting straight into the sky!

A pillar of black Demonic Energy blotted out the sky for hundreds of li in every direction, and even sunlight could not pierce through it.

An aura a hundred times more terrifying than that of the Devil Master from before was slowly emanating from within the Demonic Energy pillar, causing the entire Demon Extermination Holy City to tremble.

What surprised him even more was that, through his Primordial Spirit perception, the auras of Azure Cloud Sect's Sect Leader Su Wenxuan and the Second Elder were growing increasingly faint, even tinged with a dying fluctuation.

They were facing a life-and-death crisis!

"I can't wait any longer."

Bai Ye thought to himself. His form suddenly transformed into a streak of Golden Light, ignoring the surrounding cultivators as he shot straight toward the direction of the main fissure.

The golden streak tore through the sky, leaving a faint afterimage behind, and vanished from the crowd's sight in an instant.

The cultivators stared at the direction Bai Ye had disappeared, long unable to snap out of it.

Only now did they truly understand that this premature Abyssal Invasion was far more perilous than anyone had imagined.

Before the main fissure of the Demon Extermination Holy City.

The hundred-li-wide abyss lay like the maw of a crouching giant beast, black Demonic Energy churning into a pillar that soared into the clouds.

Dyeing half the sky an inky black.

On the ground, shattered fragments of spiritual artifacts, broken armor, and the remains of cultivators were interwoven. Dark red bloodstains, soaked by Demonic Energy, had turned a blackish-brown, clinging thickly to the charred rocks.

The air reeked of blood and scorched rot. With every surge of Demonic Energy, the shrill screams of cultivators rang out. The battlefield had already become a living hell.

Azure Cloud Sect's Sect Leader Su Wenxuan and the Second Elder were trapped by four Late Nascent Soul Devil Lords, their lives hanging by a thread.

Su Wenxuan's dark Dao robe had been corroded into several tears by Demonic Energy, and his left arm was drenched in blood.

A claw mark, deep enough to reveal bone, stretched from his shoulder guard down to his forearm. Black Demonic Energy was steadily invading his internal organs through the wound, making his Spiritual Energy circulation increasingly sluggish.

The Azure Cloud Sword in his hand was covered in cracks.

Every time he swung it to defend, he had to forcibly suppress the Demonic Energy churning inside him. Cold sweat dripped down his cheeks, and his once steady eyes now held a hint of desperate exhaustion.

The Second Elder's condition was even worse.

His green elder robe was nearly soaked through with blood, black blood constantly seeping from the corners of his mouth. His aura was as faint as a candle flickering in the wind.

To protect Su Wenxuan behind him earlier, he had taken a full-force blow from one of the Devil Lords. Now, with his broken sword propped against the ground, he could barely keep himself from collapsing.

"Hehe, Nascent Soul cultivators—their flesh and blood must be delicious!"

One of the Devil Lords let out a sinister laugh, his massive fist wrapped in black thunder as he smashed it toward Su Wenxuan's chest.

This strike carried the full force of his Demonic Energy. If it landed, Su Wenxuan's Dao Body would surely shatter!

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