Demon Spirits Bury the Living · The Great Yan Bloodbath

Night fell as heavy as a curtain, as if the entire world was covered by a black veil. Outside the White Cloud Sect's mountain gate, roars and screams merged into a symphony of hell.

The sect's protective array suddenly activated, and a vast spiritual light shot into the sky from the four stone pillars of the mountain gate, transforming into a huge divine curtain covering the heavens and the earth. As the spiritual light flowed, the runes shimmered like a galaxy, enveloping the entire White Cloud Sect. The moment the array was activated, the spiritual veins within the sect resonated, the mountains and rivers trembled, and the heavens and earth roared, as if a sleeping giant beast had been awakened.

Outside the protective array, the howls of the Demon Spirit Legion shattered the night sky. Thousands upon thousands of Demonic Spirit roared madly in the boundless black mist, their scarlet eyes like countless will-o'-the-wisps, densely illuminating the night. They pounced on the Imperial Clan Legion guarding the mountain gate, countless black shadows clashing with armored cultivators. Swords clashed with demonic claws, flames and black mist exploded, and the sounds of tragic screams and breaking weapons intertwined.

The Imperial Clan Legion fought desperately, their formation solidified, their killing intent soaring to the sky. Their spiritual sword array cleaved through the torrents of Demonic Spirit time and time again, but the enemy surged forward like a tide, one after another, blood and black mist filling the air, staining the night sky red.

In the central square of the sect, Sect Master Xiao Yinshan, draped in a black and gold robe, stood with a cold and stern expression, his voice echoing throughout the heavens and earth:

"All disciples at the Soul Foundation Realm and above—immediately go into battle! Support the sect! This battle is not an individual battle, but a battle for the survival of the White Cloud Sect and the entire Great Yan Continent!"

In an instant, countless disciples responded and sprang into action. Disciples at the Soul Foundation Realm and Mystic Understanding Realm soared into the air, transforming into streaks of light as they rushed toward the outside of the mountain gate. Their spiritual light and weapons intertwined in the night, like a galaxy falling.

The elders at the True Spirit Realm stood guard within the sect's grand formation, their faces grim and solemn. They circled the plaza, vowing to protect the sect's core and ensure the White Cloud Sect's foundation remained intact. The remaining outer sect disciples and those below the Yuan Transformation Realm, armed with weapons, were positioned inside the formation, ready to repel any invading enemies.

Qin Yu, Zhao Xinyu, and Yang Zheng stood at the edge of the plaza, gazing at the towering flames and demonic mist outside the mountain gate, their hearts trembling. At that moment, what they felt was no longer a contest of individual cultivation, but a life-or-death struggle between the sect and the demonic calamity.

Qin Yu gripped the Black Bone War Spear tightly, his gaze as cold as a knife, and said softly:

"Xinyu, Senior Brother Yang, stay close to me. In this battle... we have no way out."

Zhao Xinyu and Yang Zheng stood side by side, nodding in unison, their eyes burning with unwavering fighting spirit.

The White Cloud Sect has no way out but to fight a bloody battle.

Outside the protective array, the night was torn apart by firelight and demonic mist, and the air was filled with a pungent stench of blood. Qin Yu, Zhao Xinyu, and Yang Zheng rushed out of the mountain gate with the army, and what came into view was an extremely shocking scene of purgatory.

Ahead, the Imperial Clan Legion and the Demon Spirit Legion were locked in a fierce battle. Thousands of royal soldiers at the Greater Completion of the Soul Foundation Realm formed an iron-blooded square formation. Clad in silver armor, their armor gleaming with spiritual light, their spirit blades, spears, and talismans roared in unison, unleashing a ferocious offensive. But their opponents were Demonic Spirit who outnumbered them several times over. These figures were ferocious and bizarre; some resembled stone-boned behemoths with deep-set eyes burning with ghostly flames; others transformed into raging waves of mist that could tear flesh and soul apart upon impact; and still others were countless low-level Demonic Spirit, tearing, gnawing, and burning fearlessly.

Every instant, corpses fell from both sides. The royal soldiers' battle formation was constantly being broken up in the black mist, and dozens of men were torn apart into blood mist by the Demonic Spirit claws, leaving no trace of their bodies; while the Demonic Spirit also howled in agony under the sword array of spiritual light, their figures burned to charred black and dissipated in the night wind. Blood gathered into rivers, flowing between the rocky ravines of the battlefield, a blinding red, mixed with the black mist, as if the entire earth was weeping.

As soon as Qin Yu and his companions stepped out of the mountain gate, they felt a wave of heat and cold wash over them. The aftershocks of countless bursts of spiritual light tore through the air, and the horrific sight of blood and flesh flying everywhere made their hearts sink.

Yang Zheng gripped his sword tightly, his eyes fixed on the river of blood, his teeth clenched, and he cursed under his breath, "Damn it... is this the terror of the Demon Spirit Legion?"

Zhao Xinyu's eyes trembled slightly as she watched countless compatriots fall amidst the shouts of battle, a profound sorrow and anger welling up within her. She gripped her Soul Blade tightly, her voice trembling yet unwavering. "Senior Brother Qin, Senior Brother Yang... no matter what, we must hold on!"

Qin Yu took a deep breath, a gray glint flashing in his eyes, which he quickly suppressed. He raised his Black Bone War Spear, his voice ringing like metal. "Remember, we are not fighting for ourselves, but for the White Cloud Sect, for all the slaughtered lives. At this moment, we cannot retreat!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the three figures rushed out together, stepping into that inferno of blood and fire.

On the battlefield under the cover of night, the sounds of explosions and screams rose and fell. Qin Yu, Zhao Xinyu, and Yang Zheng stood side by side, the ground beneath their feet already soaked in blood, the heavy stench of blood almost suffocating.

First to rush forward was a group of ferocious Demonic Spirit. Their bodies were either as thin as withered trees or as bloated as rotting corpses, and the ghostly flames burning in their eye sockets reflected the blood mist, making them look like countless evil spirits from the abyss.

Boom!

Qin Yu's Black Bone War Spear trembled violently, and a layer of gray-black spiritual light emanated from the pitch-black spear shaft. He charged forward first, unleashing the Spirit Spear Heaven-Guiding Art - Heaven-Guiding Strike.

Qin Yu into the sky, his spear tip emitting lightning-like spiritual light, and then slashed down with a deafening roar. An arc-shaped blade of Spiritual Qi tore through the void, carrying earth-shattering power as it crashed into the horde of Demonic Spirit. In an instant, more than a dozen Demonic Spirit screamed in agony, their flesh and black mist exploding under the shockwave, turning into a terrifying rain of bloody fire.

Almost simultaneously, Zhao Xinyu unleashed the Soul Blade Void-Breaking Art: Soul Wave Impact.

Her eyes were sharp, and her soul power surged from her body like a tide, spreading out in a ring of ripples, like moonlight spreading outwards. Wherever the ripples passed, the Demonic Spirit's figures suddenly stopped, the ghostly fire in their eye sockets flickered violently, and then one by one their skulls exploded, their souls were directly crushed.

Yang Zheng roared, his body erupting in lightning flames, and he wildly wielded his longsword, unleashing the Thunder Flame Battle Art: Thunder Flame Slash.

Lightning and fire intertwined on the sword's edge, the sword light transforming into a blazing dragon of lightning and flames, roaring as it charged into the enemy ranks, instantly igniting the bodies of countless Demonic Spirit. The firelight reflected on the river of blood, and the air was filled with scorching and explosive shockwaves that made eardrums ring.

Boom!

The three of them attacked together, tearing a bloody path through the dozens of Demonic Spirit that rushed towards them.

However, the number of Demonic Spirit far exceeded their expectations. Ahead, even more dark figures emerged from the night and blood mist, densely packed and seemingly endless, as if the entire land had been swallowed up by the demonic shadows.

Qin Yu wiped the blood from his forehead, his gaze as cold as iron. "Fight to the end, no retreat!"

Zhao Xinyu's eyes burned with an unprecedented determination. "If we retreat, the sect will be destroyed!"

Yang Zheng gritted his teeth, his fighting spirit burning like fire. "Today, even if it costs me my life, I will make these beasts pay the price!"

The three of them stood side by side, back to back, their spiritual light and soul power intertwining in the darkness, like three flames burning in a desperate situation, shining brightly in the blood-red purgatory.

The night was as dark as ink, and blood mist rolled in the sky above the Luo Family land. Screams and roars mingled, creating a scene resembling Asura inferno. The Demon Spirit Legion swept in, and the aura of corpses, resentment, and blood mingled into a towering black tide, frantically attacking the Luo Family's protective mountain formation.

Clad in armor, the Luo Lineage members unleashed their spiritual light and soul power, each desperately employing their most powerful techniques. Blade flashes, sword shadows, and Soul Arts ripped through the night like meteors, but in the next instant, they were swallowed up by the claws and fangs of hordes of Demonic Spirit.

Boom--!

The protective array around the mountain trembled violently as hundreds of Demonic Spirit attacked simultaneously. The crimson runes shattered, and flames burst forth. Countless Demonic Spirit swarmed in through the breach, and the Luo Family disciples screamed in agony as their corpses were torn apart in an instant, their flesh turning into a stench of blood.

Luo Qianhua stood before the main hall of the Luo Family, his face covered in blood and his eyes bloodshot. He held a black iron halberd, each strike capable of shattering several Demonic Spirit, but the number of Demonic Spirit was simply too great, impossible to kill or eradicate completely.

"Everyone in the Luo Family —fight with all your might!" Luo Qianhua's voice boomed like thunder, his roar shaking the heavens and earth, filled with heart-wrenching rage. "Otherwise, we will all die! We must hold out until the Ancestor arrives!"

His voice, like a bugle call, resounded throughout the entire clan, stirring up the last vestiges of the Luo Family's fighting spirit.

"Kill!!!"

Countless Luo Family disciples roared in response, urging their souls and Fate Soul to burn, transforming into crimson rainbows that plunged into the enemy ranks. Thunder and fire, wind blades, golden light, and soul power waves intertwined in the night, radiating a dazzling yet tragic brilliance.

However, the commander of the Demon Spirit Legion stood in the distance. The giant monster, formed from countless withered hands, roared with a savage laugh that shook the heavens and earth. With each wave of its hand, dozens of the Luo Family instantly turned into blood mist.

Screams echoed through the air, the land of the Luo Family was completely soaked in blood. Firelight, blood, and demonic shadows intertwined, like the prelude to the end of the world.

Luo Qianhua gripped his halberd tightly, his body covered in blood. His figure was proud and desolate, like an unyielding iron wall amidst the sea of blood and flames, desperately supporting the last line of defense for the Luo Family.

The night sky roared, and the blood and death energy between heaven and earth converged into a raging torrent. Just as Luo Qianhua and the Luo Lineage members were desperately defending their territory, the blood mist in the distance suddenly surged, and an oppressive force a thousand times more terrifying than any Demonic Spirit descended instantly.

Thump--! Thump--! Thump--!

Each step seemed to strike the hearts of everyone present, causing the land of the Luo Family Mountains to tremble, rocks to crumble, and rivers to surge backward.

A colossal creature slowly emerged from the blood mist.

That was none other than the Demonic Spirit King!

Its body was ten zhang tall, with withered wings on its back, seemingly pieced together from bones. Each flap of its wings stirred up a blood-red wind that swept the sky. Its entire body was interwoven with pitch-black flesh and dark red bones, and embedded in its chest cavity was a beating dark red heart, the very heart of the giant dragon it had devoured, which now exuded an overwhelming and terrifying power.

Its face was ferocious, its mouth splitting to its ears, and its savage grin was full of bloodlust and cruelty. Its two eye sockets were hollow, with a deep blue flame burning inside, as if it could devour souls.

The Demonic Spirit King raised his hands, and countless withered hand phantoms appeared behind him, like a terrifying sea of bones. His fingertips tapped the void, making eerie "tap-tap-tap" sounds, like a death knell, causing countless Luo Family disciples to tremble and their Fate Soul to shake.

"Hehehe... The blood of mortals is nothing but nourishment for me to tread towards greater heights..." Its deep and sinister voice, as if from hell, boomed and spread throughout the world.

Luo Qianhua's face was contorted with rage as he gripped his halberd tightly. His blood and soul burned, and his spiritual light surged. He roared in fury:

"Young men of the Luo Family, follow me to fight to the death! Even if we die, we will stop this beast!!!"

The Luo Family disciples roared in unison, their voices shaking the heavens, but under the oppressive power of the Demonic Spirit King, their voices sounded small and fragile.

As the Demonic Spirit King raised his hand, his dark red heart pounded violently, and a destructive demonic flame erupted, whipping up millions of soul shadows that rushed towards the Luo Family's main formation.

Luo Qianhua roared, his feet stomping on the blood-soaked ground, his halberd sweeping across like a thunderous, furious dragon, to meet the demonic flames head-on! The two forces collided in mid-air, exploding with blinding brilliance, blood and fire intertwined, as if the stars in the world were falling.

The entire Luo Family land shook violently, mountains and rivers collapsed, and fire and blood mist intertwined to create an apocalyptic scene.

The clash between Luo Qianhua and the Demonic Spirit King is destined to be a life-or-death battle.

In the blood-red night sky, the Demonic Spirit King's eerie blue flames suddenly burned even brighter. Its arms abruptly spread out, and the thousands of withered hand phantoms behind it stretched out in unison, as if transforming into a colossal skeletal curtain that blotted out the sky, instantly staining the world with a chilling deathly hue.

Boom!!!

Their hearts pounded suddenly faster, the booming sound reverberating in everyone's consciousness. With that heavy heartbeat, the Demonic Spirit King grinned maliciously and roared out its first truly terrifying skill—

[Ten Thousand Hands Bury the Living]!

In an instant, countless withered hand phantoms materialized, frantically reaching out from the void. Their palms rolled, their finger bones were gleaming white, and their fingertips burned with ghostly flames. Each hand carried destructive power sufficient to destroy Yuan Transformation Realm and tear apart Soul Foundation Realm. They were like judges from hell, overwhelming the Luo Family's grand formation and pressing down with an aura of Annihilation!

The sky seemed to shatter completely at that moment, and the night was torn into blood-red cracks by thousands of bone hands. The earth trembled, the mountains roared, and the entire Luo Family mansion was oppressed under this shadow of death.

--Nowhere to run!

The Luo Family disciples screamed in unison. Many of them collapsed before the withered hand could even touch them, their souls shattering and blood flowing from their seven orifices.

"Defend!!!"

Luo Qianhua roared to the sky, his entire body burning with the power of his bloodline. Behind him, a golden battle halberd phantom tens of feet tall appeared, which was the Luo Family's inherited clan-protecting secret technique [Golden Soul Halberd Phantom].

The phantom of the battle halberd crashed down, directly confronting the thousands upon thousands of bone hands.

Rumble--!

The clash of light and shadow shattered the heavens and earth. The golden halberd unleashed countless beams of golden light, clashing head-on with the endless bone hands in mid-air. Each collision was like dozens of mountains collapsing, exploding into dazzling shockwaves that ripped the void apart.

Luo Qianhua suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his face pale, but his eyes remained fierce, and his roar shook the heavens:

"The Luo Family... has no cowards! Even in death, we'll drag you beasts down with us!!!"

He forcefully suppressed his injuries, swung his halberd once more, and clashed head-on with the Demonic Spirit King!

However, the Demonic Spirit King laughed loudly, his laughter echoing through the heavens and earth. "Hahahaha! Your futile struggles will only prolong your suffering!"

Although Luo Qianhua's Golden Soul Halberd Phantom blocked the first wave of bone hand attacks, more and more withered hand phantoms continued to emerge endlessly, covering the entire sky.

The entire Luo Family mansion is engulfed in an apocalyptic storm of destruction!