Gou in the world of comprehension

Chapter 1627 Today, life and death hang in the balance

As soon as Su Fan stepped out of the Starry Sky Gate, a gust of wind mixed with blood and demonic energy rushed towards him, choking him and making his throat tight.

He looked up and saw a huge, pitch-black shield rising into the sky hundreds of miles away, blotting out the sun.

Thick black mist churned around the edge of the protective shield, with faint, menacing demonic patterns flowing within it.

It's obvious without even guessing that it must be the demon race's defense line.

It was clear that the demons had already laid a tight net, with a colossal defensive array firmly in place, protecting their territory behind them with impeccable security.

Above the dark protective barrier, the sky had long since become a living hell.

Countless human and demon cultivators clashed, their roars, the clash of weapons, and the explosions of supernatural powers intertwining, causing the void to hum.

Even the spiritual energy between heaven and earth became violent and chaotic, running rampant in all directions.

The people fighting fiercely here at this moment are definitely not ordinary cultivators.

These people who rushed to our aid from various planes were all powerful beings at the Integration Realm, each capable of overturning rivers and seas and shattering mountains and rocks.

Those guarding the demonic defense line were all ninth-tier great demons, with incomparably strong physical bodies and bizarre and ruthless supernatural powers. Every move they made carried a world-destroying force.

Since transmigrating to this cultivation world, Su Fan has experienced countless dangers, but this is the first time he has seen so many top-level cultivators fighting together in a chaotic battle.

There was no method, no probing, only relentless slaughter.

Every inch of the sky was stained with blood, and every gust of wind carried the scent of death.

At this moment, time is a fatal shackle for both races' cultivators, allowing no delay whatsoever.

Before the demonic defense line, the ninth-tier demons responsible for blocking the attack were all ferocious and fearless, using all their demonic powers to desperately block wave after wave of the human cultivators' frenzied attacks.

Even if their physical body is torn apart and their demonic energy is exhausted, they will never retreat even half a step.

They were desperately trying to buy time, hoping to give their kin who were besieging the Hongshan Immortal Sect a glimmer of hope in breaking through the mountain gate.

Moreover, the Demon Clan is attempting to establish more Star Gates, hoping to send more of their kind to Xuan Guangtian and establish a firm foothold here.

The human cultivators who rushed to the aid from all over the world had bloodshot eyes and a resolute determination in them, each one of them bloodthirsty.

They launched a fierce attack on the demon's defenses with all their might, unleashing spells and magical artifacts at all costs, determined to break through this barrier before the Hongshan Immortal Sect completely fell.

The battle in the distant sky was extremely fierce. Countless cultivators at the Integration Realm and ninth-tier demons perished in the fighting.

People's souls were constantly being crushed, their bodies turned to ashes, or they fell from the sky like kites with broken strings, crashing to the ground with a dull thud.

The fierce battle between the cultivators of the two races almost ripped a hole in the sky.

The magical light cast by human cultivators was dazzling, sometimes like the blazing sun burning the sky, sometimes like thunder exploding, and sometimes like ice sealing the world.

The demonic arts and supernatural powers unleashed by demonic cultivators are pitch black and eerie, sometimes like black mist devouring souls, sometimes like sharp claws tearing through the sky, and sometimes like demonic flames burning everything away.

Two completely different forces clashed and collided in the sky, bursting out with dazzling colors.

After the light faded, all that remained was a desolate void, the air itself scorched and distorted.

The human cultivators were already bloodthirsty, their eyes filled with nothing but bloodlust and madness.

Facing the densely packed, fanged ninth-tier demons ahead, they showed no fear and charged fearlessly toward the demon defense line, never turning back even if it meant facing mountains of knives and seas of fire.

The sword cultivators, especially those at the forefront, embodied the spirit of bravery to the fullest.

Surrounded by chilling sword energy, they disregarded the overwhelming demonic powers and completely abandoned their own defenses.

They poured all their cultivation into their flying swords, already determined to perish together.

They frantically wielded their flying swords, traversing the chaotic battlefield, countless dazzling sword lights intertwining to form a massive sword net.

The sharp sword energy tore through the black mist, slicing through the sky and almost illuminating the pitch-black sky shrouded in demonic mist as if it were daytime.

Wherever the sword light passed, the roars of the demons and the splattering sounds of flying swords piercing flesh filled the air.

In the blink of an eye, countless cultivators at the Integration Realm and ninth-order Great Demons perished, their broken bodies, shattered magic weapons, and broken demonic bones falling continuously from the sky and crashing to the ground with dull thuds.

Over time, the corpses of the two races' cultivators piled up like mountains on the ground.

Blood flowed down the mountain of corpses, forming dark red rivers of blood that emitted a nauseating stench. The land itself was stained a deep brown, a truly horrifying sight.

Even though Su Fan had experienced countless bloody battles and was used to life and death, this was the first time he had ever seen such a tragic scene of a great battle with corpses strewn across the field and rivers of blood flowing.

His fingertips felt slightly cold, and an indescribable heaviness rose in his heart.

"Fellow disciples... today our lives hang in the balance. There's no need for tactics. Kill every ninth-tier demon you see, for the sake of Hongshan Immortal Sect, for the sake of humanity..."

"Charge!"

At this moment, the leader, a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, spoke in a hoarse yet powerful voice, breaking through the chaotic sounds of battle and resounding throughout the entire battlefield.

Before he finished speaking, his figure vanished from his spot like a streak of light. He used his extreme speed escape technique, turning into a blur, and was the first to rush towards the demon's dark protective shield.

His spiritual energy surged, and his fighting spirit soared.

"Charge! Charge!"

Perhaps inspired by the bravery of the leading cultivator, the Nascent Soul cultivators who had rushed to their aid from various planes were instantly filled with fervor.

Their fighting spirit was ignited, and they roared deafeningly, abandoning all their worries, and charged towards the demon's defensive line with him.

The figures surged toward the battlefield like a tidal wave.

A cold glint flashed in Su Fan's eyes. Without further hesitation, he formed a hand seal and instantly activated the Lightning Escape Technique. His figure transformed into a streak of pale purple lightning, moving at extreme speed, and he instantly rushed into the chaotic battlefield ahead.

He was surrounded by chilling lightning, which mingled with the surrounding bloody aura.

Following closely behind were the leaders of the three major demonic sects, including Peng Shidao, whose auras were deep and concentrated, and whose demonic arts were operating at their peak.

Behind them followed the Nascent Soul Realm cultivators from various demonic sects of Zheng Yuan Tian, ​​each exuding a fierce aura and chilling killing intent as they charged towards the demonic cultivators.

"Awoo..."

The moment Su Fan appeared on the battlefield, before he could even stand firm, a ninth-order demon over a thousand feet tall sensed his presence and let out a roar that shook the heavens.

It carried a chilling, demonic aura, its gaping maw agape as it lunged at him.

This ninth-tier demon possessed a pair of curved, sharp, and ferocious fangs. Its skin was bluish-black, covered with rough scales, and its eyes were blood-red. Thick black mist swirled around it, making it resemble a demon god crawling out of the deepest hell, its ferocity terrifying and chilling.

Moreover, not far behind it, more ninth-tier demons instantly tore through the thick demonic mist, letting out ferocious roars, their eyes filled with bloodlust.

They pounced on Su Fan like hungry wolves, densely packed together, completely blocking his escape route.

Facing the approaching ninth-tier demon, Su Fan remained calm.

With a thought, a greatsword as black as ink appeared in his hand instantly. The blade of the Demon-Slaying Sword was surrounded by a faint aura of righteousness, and a low, resonant sound could be heard from it.

He lightly raised his wrist, making a seemingly casual gesture.

"Against the Wind Slash..."

A sword light, condensed to its extreme, seemed to emerge from nothingness, instantly cleaving through space and tearing apart the black mist that filled the sky.

With an overwhelming momentum and boundless power, it swept past, tearing a tiny crack in the void wherever it passed.

"Zheng..."

Immediately afterwards, a sword cry that resounded through the heavens and earth echoed throughout the void. The sword cry was mixed with an extremely piercing whistling sound, which made the eardrums of the surrounding cultivators ache and their souls tremble.

The entire space was shaken by the sharp sword cry, causing visible ripples to spread outwards in layers.

The incredibly sharp sword light whistled across the dark night sky, its brilliance reaching its peak, as if it were about to cleave the entire world in two.

The ninth-tier demon, over a thousand feet tall, didn't even have time to let out a scream before being instantly cleaved in two by the sword light.

Scalding demonic blood gushed out, staining a large area of ​​the void crimson.

The two incomplete pieces of the demon's body, like boulders with broken strings, fell heavily from the sky and crashed onto the mountain of corpses on the ground with a dull thud.

The Demon-Slaying Sword was specifically designed to counter demon cultivators. This sword not only cleaved the physical body of this ninth-tier great demon in two, but also completely shattered the demonic energy within its body.

This sword strike instantly took away all its life force, even its soul was crushed by the sword light and dissipated into the world.

After severing the ninth-tier demon, the fierce sword light continued its momentum without diminishing, hurtling forward like a shooting star.

Then, it sliced ​​several enormous ninth-tier demons that followed closely behind in mid-air into two pieces, with demonic blood and bits of flesh flying everywhere, creating an extremely tragic scene.

Seeing that he had killed all the ninth-tier demons who were charging at the forefront, Su Fan's eyes narrowed sharply.

His aura suddenly surged, and an immense pressure slowly emanated from his body, sweeping across the entire battlefield.

"The might of the true dragon..."

A colossal phantom of a true dragon instantly rose up behind him, its body stretching for thousands of miles, its scales and claws clearly defined, and its eyes majestic.

The phantom of the true dragon was surrounded by golden dragon energy, which swirled around him and emitted a series of dragon roars that shook the heavens and the earth.

The dragon's roar was shrill and terrifying, carrying the pressure of an ancient true dragon, faintly echoing in the minds of those ninth-tier great demons.

Like a thunderclap, it shook their souls violently, and the demonic energy within their bodies instantly became chaotic.

In an instant, a vast and mighty force, as deep as the abyss of hell, descended from the heavens and enveloped the entire front of the battlefield.

The densely packed ninth-tier demons opposite them instantly felt as if they had fallen into a dark abyss of despair. Their demonic aura was suppressed by this great power, making even breathing difficult.

The light in the sky suddenly turned pitch black at that moment, as if it had been completely swallowed up by this great power.

The world was filled with endless darkness and oppression; even the wind had stopped flowing.

That boundless and terrifying power descended upon the world, causing the sky to slightly collapse and the void to twist and deform under its immense pressure.

It seemed as if it was about to shatter completely at any moment, and an aura of world destruction permeated the air, making it suffocating.

Su Fan's divine sense energy erupted, unleashing a world-destroying mental storm that, like a tsunami, instantly engulfed the densely packed ninth-tier demons opposite him.

Those ninth-tier demons felt excruciating pain in their souls, as if pierced by countless steel needles. Their bodies stiffened, unable to break free or dodge, and they instantly fell into a brief state of confusion, their eyes vacant, having lost all consciousness.

Although this state of confusion was extremely brief, perhaps only lasting a breath or two, it was enough for Su Fan, who had been through countless battles.

"The wind is coming..."

With a calm expression, he gently waved his hand, and a pale blue whirlwind about an inch in size was flung out from his fingertips.

This tiny whirlwind, barely an inch in size, may seem weak, but it contains terrifying, world-destroying power.

"Boom..."

With a deep, resounding hum echoing through the void, the whirlwind, barely an inch in size, suddenly expanded, instantly forming a massive eye of the storm around him.

The wind howled, stirring up the surrounding air and producing a piercing whistling sound.

The surrounding temperature suddenly dropped, and an extremely cold aura instantly spread, so cold that even the spiritual energy in the air seemed to be frozen.

The spiritual energy in the air transformed into tiny ice particles, which fell softly.

Immediately afterwards, a boundless and terrifying storm formed around Su Fan in the blink of an eye.

The storm, mixed with biting ice, swept towards the densely packed ninth-tier demons like a raging dragon.

A wild, chilling hurricane swept through, freezing the entire space in its wake, like a mirror covered in ice flowers.

It is crystal clear, yet it exudes a chilling aura of death; it will shatter at the slightest touch.

The densely packed group of ninth-tier demons opposite them had just recovered from their dazed state and hadn't even had time to react when they felt an extremely cold gust of wind instantly sweep over their entire bodies.

That cold was not physical, but an extreme cold that could completely freeze and crush the soul. It entered their bodies through their pores, instantly freezing their demonic energy and soul.

They watched helplessly as their skin and flesh were peeled away, frozen, and shattered bit by bit under the blowing of the extremely cold wind.

It turned into tiny ice shards, drifting away in the wind, leaving only a bare skeleton, still struggling in vain.

In just a few breaths, the densely packed group of ninth-tier demons opposite them were all turned into pale skeletons.

Having lost all support, it crashed down from the sky with a series of cracks, smashing onto the mountain of corpses and shattering into countless small pieces, completely lifeless.

If viewed from a higher vantage point in the sky, one would clearly see that the once densely packed demon cultivators, which blotted out the sky, seemed to have been wiped out in an instant by an invisible hand.

The previously crowded front of the battlefield instantly cleared out a huge area, leaving only ice shards and faint demonic energy, which slowly dissipated in the wind.

(End of this chapter)