The Immortal Lowered His Head

Fang Chi fiercely severed the horn of the sixth-tier One-Horned Rhinoceros, and then plunged the sharp horn into the body of a fifth-tier Demon Beast beside him.

Upon seeing this, the Crimson Feather Bird above everyone's heads let out a cry and spat out a mouthful of flames at Fang Chi.

Fang Chi couldn't dodge in time and wanted to meet the attack head-on.

The next moment, Dong Fuzhu stood directly in front of her and threw the blazing flame back into the belly of the Crimson Feather Bird!

Struck by its own strongest attack, even the Crimson Feather Bird could not withstand it and immediately fell from the sky, its bright red feathers charred black.

Seeing the fate of the Crimson Feather Bird, Fang Chi was also shocked, and she quickly thanked Dong Fuzhu.

"No need to be so polite. You're my friend, and I promised her I'd take good care of you." Although young, Dong Fuzhu was a woman of her word.

Fang Chi was both amused and exasperated by these words, since Sang Ying had entrusted Dong Fuzhu to her before she left.

The two dared not let their minds wander any further. Before the Demon Beast could charge forward, they raised their weapons again and drove them back behind the crevice that Sang Ying had cleaved open.

The two of them worked together seamlessly, and Hai Tingzhou and Lan Fusheng were no less impressive.

After receiving guidance from Wen Miaoshu, Hai Tingzhou's formation skills improved significantly, and the killing formation he set up now is far more powerful than before.

Lan Fusheng and Bai Kejin knew his abilities, so they kept luring the Demon Beast into his formation.

The three of them joined forces and killed more demonic Demon Beast than Ji Fucang, who was at the Spirit Transformation Stage!

However, the killing formation was still a bit low-level. Even though it was quite powerful, it was still somewhat inadequate when facing high-level Demon Beast.

Fortunately, those high-level Demon Beast that were feared by everyone had already died at the hands of Ji Fucang and Luo Jin before they even crossed the rift.

"This beast tide is even more ferocious than the last one. Are you sure Fu Shuangjiang and the others can really come back alive?" In Luo Jin's view, the Hidden Moon Forest, which nurtured so many Demon Beasts, was a more terrifying place than the outside world.

Those who rashly barged in will definitely not have a good ending.

I heard that Fu Shuangjiang and the others stopped sending messages via their communication talismans a day ago.

Thinking of this, Luo Jin's eyes dimmed for a moment.

He wasn't concerned about Fu Shuangjiang and Sang Ying, but rather about Su Fuyun, who had inexplicably followed them into the dense forest.

Luo Jin didn't consider himself a lecherous man, but he developed inexplicable feelings for Su Fuyun the moment he saw her.

If the other party were to die like this, Luo Jin couldn't help but feel a pang of regret.

With a single swing of his sword, Ji Fucang severed the limbs of several Demon Beasts, rendering them completely incapable of movement.

He turned his head away, his face still amiable, but his eyes held a cold glint. "Fellow Daoist, you only need to worry about your sect's Holy Maiden. Our sect's disciples have always cultivated with a steady and methodical approach, and even if they are in dangerous situations, they can protect themselves. As for your sect's Holy Maiden, I have no idea."

These words practically screamed, "You can worry about your own people, but stop cursing my junior sister." Not only him, but even the two Jimo Household brothers who came to block the beast tide couldn't help but make sarcastic remarks to Luo Jin.

Luo Jin could easily understand what the others meant, and after being rebuked a few times, she obediently shut up.

However, upon seeing the seemingly endless stream of Demon Beast surging from the forest like a flowing river, Luo Jin couldn't help but feel worried.

Perhaps he should prepare a cross-border flying boat in advance; there is no way to save the Black Tortoise Realm.

Not only him, but many cultivators in the Black Tortoise Realm also secretly felt despair.

They wiped the foul-smelling beast blood from their faces and gazed into the distance at the Hidden Moon Forest. The bitterness in their throats almost choked them.

If Heavenly Dao has eyes, please let my Black Tortoise Realm escape this calamity!

Sang Ying felt like her hands were going to be ruined.

The already rusty blade hadn't become dull; with a single slash, Sang Ying cut her entire palm.

Crimson blood dripped down the broken sword and into the soil, making the Demonic Qi extremely eager for it.

Sang Ying had never known that this broken sword was so difficult to pull out. It looked like a small piece, but it felt as heavy as ten thousand pounds. Not only did it keep slipping from her already wounded palm, but it also seemed to be dragging her down to the ground.

Gu Shu also noticed something strange and hurriedly exclaimed, "Sang Ying, you absolutely mustn't let go! If you let go now, all our efforts will be in vain! Sever the Heavenly River has been corrupted by Demonic Qi for many years and is riddled with chronic illnesses. You must use your own Spiritual Power to dispel it!"

It was also thanks to Gu Shu being the spirit of the Sever the Heavenly River's Sword Qi that he was able to understand some of the fragment's meaning after getting close to it. If it had been someone else, both the person and the sword would probably have perished in this catastrophe.

Sang Ying knew she couldn't let go, but the blade was slowly sinking into her flesh, her blood staining the remaining fragments red.

Even Sang Ying found the pain somewhat unbearable.

"Sang Ying, you absolutely cannot give up! If you let go, not only will you be destroyed, but the Sever the Heavenly River will also be destroyed! At that time, the entire Black Tortoise Realm will truly be beyond saving!"

"I... know..." Sang Ying gritted her teeth and spat out these words, the sweat on her forehead almost blurring her vision.

She was well aware of the importance of this matter and the rarity of the Sever the Heavenly River.

Therefore, even if it drains all her blood, she will still subdue this fragment!

All his Spiritual Power surged into the broken sword, and a chilling cold emanated from it. The terrifying power terrified the Demonic Qi that had cowered away, and it didn't even dare to covet the blood flowing from Sang Ying's body.

In the stone forest, Fu Shuangjiang, whose Spiritual Power was almost depleted, suddenly went limp. The high-level Demon Beast that had been blocking his path could no longer bear it and opened its huge mouth at him.

Outside the dense forest, Fang Chi, who had been fighting for a long time, were exhausted. Hai Tingzhou's multiple killing formations also began to break down under the repeated attacks of the Demon Beast.

Inside the temporary camp at Sword Frost Cliff, a horde of Demon Beast suddenly stormed in, trampling all the tents and screaming incessantly. The boy, protected by his senior sister, hid inside a defensive magic Law Artifact, watching wide-eyed as the Demon Beast claimed the lives of one innocent person after another.

The boy closed his eyes and silently shed tears.

Fellow Sang Ying, I'm entrusting everything to you.

Sang Ying, come back alive!

Senior sister, it seems I won't be able to wait for you any longer...

Sister, if you can, please save everyone.

"Sang Ying!" Gu Shu's voice boomed in Sang Ying's ears.

She suddenly opened her eyes and exhaled a puff of mist into the icy, snowy landscape.

"Now!" Gu Shu reminded her.

The blood had frozen into beautiful red ice crystals. Amidst the frosty white, golden light pierced through the ice and shot out, tearing a gash in the entire earth.

The Demon Beast that were rushing towards Fu Shuangjiang suddenly stopped. The Demon Beast that were surging out of the forest suddenly stopped in their tracks, and the iron hooves that were about to crush the female cultivator also stopped in mid-air.

Blinding golden light radiated from the center of the Hidden Moon Forest, blinding everyone.

In the Upper Realm, in the Nine Heavens.

The white-robed swordsman was idly waving a tree branch, reminiscing about the days when he and his natal sword trained in various realms.

Suddenly, he sensed a familiar aura rushing upwards from the Lower Realm!

The immortal bowed his head, a smile on his face.

It seems his "Sever the Heavenly River" is about to see the light of day again.

A note from the author:

cough I admit I'm a total idiot (covers face)

That's all for today, thank you everyone, love you all~