As that soul-shaking demonic voice rang out, Beichen's nerves tightened!
He realized that the Dao-Devil War was about to reach its end!
Just then, in the boundless sky, Xuanhuang's body exploded. His shattered Dao energy turned to dust and fell into the Primordial Turbulence.
Luohu's eyes lit up as he looked toward the battlefield.
He had thought the Demon Ape would win, but the giant, jet-black ape's divine body also trembled and then burst apart. The stench of blood enveloped Mount Sumeru, and blood qi surged everywhere. Countless living beings were terrified by its smell.
Brutal!
The battle between Xuanhuang Daoist and the Demon Ape could only be described with that one word!
And wasn't the battle between Xingchen and Shuihua just as brutal?
In the blink of an eye, Xingchen's body collapsed like a great formation, as though heaven and earth were crumbling. He was dismembered out of nowhere, transforming into countless tiny stars that scattered across the sky.
Those stars hung in the vast firmament, scattered like a celestial map, their light faintly twinkling.
They were all Xingchen's corpse!
Shuihua, born of the great waters, was gravely wounded by the force of Starfall and perished. An endless waterfall roared down from the unreachable void, like the torrent of destruction that had descended when the sky fell that day, swallowing a vast stretch of the world below.
Countless living beings were submerged and perished in the flood of Shuihua!
Beichen looked up at the stars scattered across the Primordial World's sky, then glanced at the surging flood beneath them, deep in thought.
The powerful beings' battles released boundless Dao profundities and laws of karma. Beichen comprehended and absorbed them all, and his cultivation continued to rise at an astonishing pace!
Watching these battles was worth thousands of years of quiet cultivation!
After the battles between Xuanhuang and the Demon Ape, and between Xingchen and Shuihua, the area around Mount Sumeru fell quiet for half a moment.
Then, the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation unleashed an endless, terrifying killing aura!
Inside the formation, Luohu gathered the auras of the Three Thousand Divine Demons and poured them into the four sword gates. The sword intent of slaughter reached its absolute peak!
The four Ancestors each used every skill at their disposal to resist the sword intent, but it was too fierce. Even though they were among the primordial era's mightiest experts, they were wounded by it.
As time passed, their injuries grew worse, and the sword intent within the gates grew stronger!
Sss!
Within the Immortal Severing Sword Gate, a purple-red-gold sword beam suddenly shot forth and pierced Qiankun Ancestor's body.
That strike severed the Five Qi in Qiankun Ancestor's chest and cut away one of the flowers above his head. His expression immediately grew listless, and his aura sank to its lowest point.
"What?"
The other three Ancestors stared in shock.
The Immortal Slaying Sword Formation was stronger than they had expected!
The sword power in the Immortal Severing Sword Gate was particularly fearsome. Any one of the four mighty experts would have been gravely wounded by it, not just Qiankun Ancestor.
And among the four of them, Qiankun Ancestor was the strongest. Even he had been badly wounded by a single strike!
The Immortal Severing Sword cut off every trace of an immortal's prospects. Even experts at the Grand Unity Golden Immortal level had to bow before it. This was no joke!
"Hahahaha! The Immortal Severing Sword Gate has gravely wounded Qiankun Ancestor. The scales have tipped in my favor, Demon Ancestor Luohu!" Luohu laughed wildly. "I will surely win this battle! Slaying the four of you will let me complete my Dao of slaughter. I'll ascend to the Primordial Chaos Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm and attain the Great Sage's Dao!"
Sss!
His laughter had barely faded when Yin-Yang Ancestor lost focus for an instant. A crimson-gold sword beam from the Immortal Trapping Sword Gate seized the opening and pierced straight through his chest.
Yin-Yang Ancestor's aura plummeted. Looking at his strength now, there was no way he could break the formation today.
"Alas!" With his life hanging by a thread, Qiankun Ancestor sighed when he saw this. "So all our efforts are to be ruined!"
Old Ancestor Hongjun was still fending off the Immortal Slaying Sword Qi and had not been wounded, but his expression was the bleakest of all.
He had started this battle, yet now the scales of victory had tipped directly toward Demon Ancestor Luohu!
He felt he had let the other two Ancestors down. He could no longer hold his head high before Demon Ancestor Luohu.
"Hongjun, this is the Demon-Slaying Alliance you were so determined to form to destroy me? You're no better than a rabble of chickens and dogs—pathetic and useless!"
Demon Ancestor Luohu taunted him.
"Daoist Hongjun, steady your mind. Don't listen to that fiend's nonsense! We still have a chance to win!"
Great Immortal Yang Mei remained composed, as though he had glimpsed a fragment of Heaven's secrets. He would not slacken or give up until the very last moment!
"Great Immortal Yang Mei, you're remarkably steady!"
Beichen couldn't help giving him a thumbs-up. He felt he should learn from the example.
Compared with Hongjun's panic just moments ago, Beichen couldn't help praising Great Immortal Yang Mei in his heart. He's worth learning from!
"Poor Daoist can no longer hold on!" Qiankun Ancestor suddenly raised his head and sighed. "Daoist Hongjun, Daoist Willow, I am about to perish. When I do, I'll give you both a great gift—and give the Primordial World a great gift as well!"
Qiankun Ancestor looked ready to face death, though a trace of cunning gleamed in his divine eyes.
Luohu suddenly felt uneasy. "You old Qiankun, what are you planning?"
Boom!
Qiankun Ancestor gave no answer. He gathered countless strands of Dao energy into himself and exploded on the spot!
A thunderous blast shook Mount Sumeru's Dao foundation. The Three Thousand Divine Demons retreated in a panic, and countless of them fell to the ground.
Dao energy surged outward, striking the Immortal Severing Sword Gate so violently that the Immortal Severing Sword nearly fell from the mountaintop.
Demon Ancestor Luohu's body was connected to the formation. The explosion made him spit out a mouthful of blood, and his expression instantly darkened.
"The Immortal Severing Sword Gate has only a single layer of sword intent left. The formation is already crippled. Qiankun Ancestor!" Yin-Yang Ancestor cried out.
"Old Yin-Yang, what are you going to do now?"
Demon Ancestor Luohu's heart trembled.
"Hahahaha—Boom!"
Yin-Yang Ancestor, already doomed, no longer hesitated. He blew himself up!
The blast shook the world. Another crack appeared in Mount Sumeru's Dao foundation, and the Three Thousand Divine Demons all spat blood.
Demon Ancestor Luohu vomited blood repeatedly. His face was deathly pale, and his expression was as grim as could be.
Sss! Sss!
As Great Immortal Yang Mei watched, completely absorbed and overwhelmed with emotion, two sword beams pierced his shoulder blade from within the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Gate.
Hum!
Countless white strands streamed out from Great Immortal Yang Mei's body. They entangled the sword formation and restrained its countless strands of sword intent.
"Daoist Hongjun, the Immortal Severing and Immortal Trapping Sword Gates are both crippled. Hold off the formation with your clones. I'll go fight Luohu!"
Without waiting for Hongjun's reply, Great Immortal Willow suddenly rose and leaped into the central gate.
Hum, hum, hum!
Three soft tones rang through space. Three Daoists appeared within the other three sword gates, dressed in blue, red, and black. Each looked exactly like Hongjun.
The blue figure was Hongjun's Good Corpse, the red figure was Zhishi, and the black figure was the Evil Corpse!
Old Ancestor Hongjun summoned his Three Corpses to suppress three of the sword gates while he himself suppressed the Immortal Slaying Sword Gate, stabilizing the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation.
"Poor Daoist still has one trump card he hasn't used! When the time is right, I'll be able to kill Luohu with a single strike!"
Watching Great Immortal Yang Mei wield the Hollow Willow as he fought Luohu fiercely, Hongjun murmured.
Hongjun had never expected Qiankun and Yin-Yang Ancestors to blow themselves up to clear a path for the two of them. In the midst of countless perils, their sacrifice had turned the battle around and given him a chance to win.
"What is Old Ancestor Hongjun's trump card?" Beichen wondered.
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