Gou in the world of comprehension

Chapter 1628 Who exactly is this guy? He's too fierce!
Su Fan condensed a wisp of dark, cold air at his fingertips. That yin wind was not an ordinary airflow, but a killing move carrying bone-chilling cold and corrosive malevolent energy, sweeping out like the howling of thousands of wronged souls.

Wherever it passed, the air cracked and split into tiny ice fissures. Before the demon cultivators could even scream, their screams were instantly shredded and frozen by the yin wind.

The demon cultivators turned into countless blackish-brown fragments that scattered across the sky, leaving not a trace behind.

A cold wind swept through, and the entire noisy battlefield fell into dead silence in an instant.

The roars of the demons were gone, the clash of magical artifacts was gone, only the lingering force of the eerie wind swept across the ground, stirring up the charred demon bones and broken scales, making a rustling, ear-piercing sound, so deathly silent that it made one's scalp tingle.

The cultivators from the Zheng Yuan Tian sect behind Su Fan, including Peng Shidao, stood frozen, their pupils shrinking to the size of pinpoints, their mouths agape to the size of fists, yet they couldn't utter a single sound, their faces filled with extreme shock and disbelief.

The once dense and ferocious demon army was cleared out of an area spanning dozens of miles by this casual strike.

All that remained on the ground was a mess of bloodstains and bits of flesh. The stench of blood mixed with a chilling aura made one's chest feel tight.

"This...this great demon is too terrifying..."

Someone's throat tightened, and their voice trembled uncontrollably.

"That attack just now wiped out a large group of ninth-tier demons in front of us, leaving some without even a complete demonic body..."

Not only the cultivators from Zheng Yuan Tian, ​​but also the cultivators from other planes on both sides of the battlefield were all frozen in place, their faces showing no attempt to hide their fear.

Some people instinctively clenched their magical artifacts, their knuckles turning white, their eyes filled with awe and fear.

Those were all ninth-tier great demons; they could only barely hold off them for a moment by exhausting all their strength and magical treasures.

If you are not careful, you will be torn to pieces and your soul will be scattered.

But this guy, with a casual wave of his hand, effortlessly slaughtered hundreds or even thousands of ninth-tier demons.

It was as if those infamous demons were nothing more than ants that could be crushed on the roadside in front of him.

"Who is this guy? He's too strong..."

Someone lowered their voice, their tone filled with bewilderment and shock, their gaze fixed on Su Fan's back.

The figure in black stood amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, his robes fluttering, surrounded by a faint aura of malevolence, like a demon emerging from hell, making him impossible to look directly at.

In particular, the several late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators who were leading the teams were pale-faced, standing blankly in place, their spiritual energy unconsciously becoming disordered.

They were all top cultivators in Xuan Guangtian, well-informed and knowledgeable, having seen all kinds of powerful figures.

But they knew better than anyone the power of Su Fan's "Bone-Corroding Wind" attack.

That was no ordinary Nascent Soul Realm divine power; its strength and malevolence far exceeded their comprehension.

Since ancient times, no one in the Azure Glass Starfield has ever heard of such a ruthless person who can slaughter swarms of ninth-tier demons with a mere wave of his hand.

Throughout the entire Jiaochen Realm, no… even the entire Yuanmang Constellation, they had never seen anyone possess such overwhelming strength and such crushing power.

"This kid... just who is he..." an old cultivator with white hair muttered to himself, his eyes full of doubt and apprehension.

He had lived for thousands of years, but had never seen such a terrifying young powerhouse.

While everyone was still immersed in extreme shock and confusion, and had not yet come to their senses, Su Fan had already made his move again.

The chilling aura emanating from him grew even stronger, and his gaze suddenly sharpened, becoming as sharp as a knife, as if it could pierce through heaven and earth.

He then stretched out his hands and suddenly opened his arms wide.

"Rain from the Nine Netherworlds..."

A strange, pale blue aura surged forth from his body. The aura was chilling and piercing, and wherever it passed, a thick layer of white frost instantly condensed on the ground, even freezing the spiritual energy in the air.

A pale blue aura shot straight into the sky, transforming into a billowing, cold mist that quickly spread.

The once clear sky was instantly covered by dark clouds.

Dark clouds surged and rolled like a herd of roaring beasts, charging wildly, and in the blink of an eye, they completely covered the sky above the entire battlefield.

The dark clouds hung extremely low, so low they seemed almost within reach, and a heavy sense of oppression washed over us, making it hard to breathe.

The clouds surged and collided violently, producing a deafening roar, like a thousand horses galloping past.

It was like a deafening roar, so loud it made people's eardrums ache and their hearts tremble.

"Click..."

Suddenly, a pale white bolt of lightning tore through the dark clouds, like a ferocious giant serpent, exploding between the clouds.

The blinding light instantly illuminated the pitch-black world as if it were daytime, revealing every inch of the bloody ground, every broken demon body, and every face filled with terror.

Then it plunged into even deeper darkness, the alternation of light and shadow adding to the eeriness and terror.

"Boom..."

Just as the lightning dissipated, a pale blue raindrop suddenly fell from the sky, moving as fast as a shooting star.

The raindrops struck the ground with a deafening roar, instantly creating a huge crater several meters in diameter, sending debris flying and dust billowing everywhere.

The surrounding temperature plummeted, and a biting chill shot straight up from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.

A ghastly white frost rapidly spread upwards from the bottom of the pit, like greedy vines, instantly freezing everything around the pit.

The rubble, demon bones, and even scattered magical artifacts were all encased in a thick layer of ice, turning into cold sculptures.

The pale white frost continued to spread wildly in all directions, and in the blink of an eye, the area within several miles of the pit was transformed into a frozen, desolate world.

Even the wind seemed frozen, and the air was filled with a bone-chilling cold, as if even the soul was about to be frozen.

"Boom...bang..."

Then, drop after drop of rain fell from the dark clouds, at first sparsely, like the knocking of death.

Then it grew faster and faster, denser and denser, accompanied by howling winds, turning into a violent storm that swept across the land.

Under the dark night sky, dark clouds rolled in, and heavy rain poured down, the torrential rain curtain obscuring the entire world.

As far as the eye could see, there was only a hazy, pale blue rain and mist, and a chilly atmosphere permeated every corner.

This was no ordinary rain, but rather the Nine Nether Profound Water activated by Su Fan. The raindrops, which appeared to be only the size of rice grains, actually weighed over a thousand pounds.

Like burning meteorites, carrying a biting chill and extremely corrosive power, they crashed down on the densely packed group of demon cultivators.

Each drop was accompanied by a piercing scream and the cracking sound of bones breaking.

The Nine Nether Profound Water was already extremely heavy and cold. In addition, it was infused with Su Fan's evil spirit essence, which added a devastating corrosive power. Once you were contaminated, you would be like a maggot clinging to your bone, never to die.

In front of the demon's defensive line, one after another, the originally ferocious ninth-order demons were smashed to pieces by the raindrops.

The dark brown demonic blood gushed out, but before it hit the ground, it froze into ice particles and scattered all over the ground.

Even more terrifying is that once they are drenched by the Nine Nether Profound Water, those ninth-order great demons will be instantly frozen into an ice sculpture.

The carapace and scales on its body surface melted and broke down at a visible speed under the corrosive effect of the mysterious water, becoming riddled with holes in the blink of an eye.

Black demonic blood seeped from the wound and was quickly frozen, making it look extremely gruesome.

Only then did Peng Shidao and the others recover from their extreme shock, and the fear on their faces gradually gave way to ecstasy.

They dared not delay for a moment, and immediately used all the Taoist arts they had learned in their lives, manipulating the top-grade magic weapons in their hands, to launch a frenzied attack on the demon cultivators.

In an instant, dazzling lights of all colors crisscrossed, red, orange, yellow, green, and purple bursting forth in the pitch-black world, dazzling and brilliant.

Intertwined with the pale blue rain and the pitch-black clouds, it forms a bizarre and tragic battlefield scene.

Those ninth-tier demons who were submerged by the "Nine Netherworld Rain" suffered extremely tragic fates.

Either they are smashed to pieces by the raindrops, turning into fragments scattered all over the sky.

They would either be frozen into ice sculptures, gradually melting away under the corrosive power of the Xuan Water, leaving not a trace. Even more deadly, once raindrops touched their bodies, the Nine Nether Xuan Water, infused with the energy of evil spirits, would gnaw at them like maggots, frantically eroding their bodies through every crevice, ignoring their formidable physical defenses.

Whether it's the thick carapace of a ninth-tier demon or its incredibly tough, impenetrable demon skin, it's all utterly vulnerable before the Nine Nether Profound Water, which possesses the inherent qualities of an evil spirit.

In an instant, they were corroded and riddled with holes. Their demonic cores were rapidly eroded and shattered, and their demonic energy dissipated completely, eventually turning into a pool of foul-smelling black water that merged into the frozen ground.

In addition, the attacks from other cultivators of the Zheng Yuan Heaven, using Dao techniques and magical treasures, wiped out a large portion of the once invincible ninth-order demons that were densely packed in front of the demon defense line.

The mountains of corpses and seas of blood on the ground grew ever thicker, the stench of blood mingling with the chilling aura, making one want to vomit, yet also exuding a terrifying power that sent chills down one's spine.

That was the absolute pressure brought by Su Fan, the pressure of a powerful being.

Su Fan led the Zheng Yuan Tian cultivators in a relentless and unstoppable offensive, quickly attracting the attention of human cultivators from other directions on the battlefield.

They had been fighting fiercely against the demon's defenses for days, launching wave after wave of frenzied attacks, leaving corpses strewn across the fields and rivers of blood flowing.

Countless fellow cultivators have died, yet the results have been minimal; they haven't even reached the edge of the demon's defensive line.

They could only hold out outside the defensive line, enduring the demons' frenzied counterattacks, their hearts already shrouded in despair.

The countless Nascent Soul cultivators who rushed to the aid from various planes of the Azure Glass Starfield were all covered in wounds, their spiritual energy exhausted, and their faces were filled with fatigue and despair.

They tried their best, but still couldn't budge the demon's defenses even slightly.

But who would have thought that after this kid appeared, in just a short while, he single-handedly cleared a large area in front of the demon's defense line, causing the demons to be routed.

Such power and strength completely overturned everyone's understanding.

In fact, no one knew that this was just the result of Su Fan holding back his true strength.

If he were to unleash his full power of the Evil Spirit Domain, he wouldn't even need to personally intervene. Those ninth-tier demons would be corrupted by the dense evil spirit energy, lose their minds, descend into madness, and begin to kill each other, ultimately leading to their complete annihilation.

But now, in front of the demon's defensive line, human cultivators and demon cultivators are intertwined and entangled.

If a human cultivator rashly uses the Evil Spirit Domain, he will be corrupted by the evil spirit energy, his mind will be disordered, and he will turn into a series of irrational monsters who only know how to kill.

In that case, it will only result in more harm than good.

At this moment, Su Fan had already led the cultivators of Zheng Yuan Tian, ​​stepping over the demon corpses and ice shards scattered on the ground, and fought his way to the front of the demon's defensive line.

His robes were stained with a little demonic blood, but he didn't look disheveled at all; instead, it added to his fierce, demonic aura.

Su Fan stood at the edge of the demon's defensive line, his body exuding a mixture of icy coldness and scorching heat. His eyes were cold as he swept his gaze across the area behind the defensive line, carrying an unassailable majesty.

The ninth-tier demons on other sides of the battlefield saw that Su Fan had single-handedly cleared out his own kind in front of the defensive line, completely tearing open a gap.

They were instantly enraged, letting out deafening roars, abandoning the human cultivators in front of them, and charging towards Su Fan from all directions like madmen.

They tried to plug the gap and completely devour Su Fan and the cultivators of Zheng Yuan Tian.

Behind the demon defense line, an even denser horde of ninth-tier demons surged forth, their sheer numbers blotting out the sky.

They bared their fangs and roared, charging madly at Su Fan with a ferocious, world-destroying aura.

The pitch-black demonic energy gathered together, like a giant black python, sweeping in and dyeing the entire world black.

Facing countless surging, ferocious ninth-tier demons, Su Fan's lips curled into a cold sneer.

His gaze sharpened, and his cold laugh contained no fear, only an overwhelming disdain and indifference.

Su Fan's eyes narrowed, and his aura suddenly changed. An extremely hot aura, enough to incinerate the heavens and earth, surged out from his body in an instant.

In stark contrast to the previous chilling atmosphere, the air itself was distorted and boiled by the scorching heat.

The solid ice on the ground melted instantly, turning into scalding hot water vapor that rose upwards.

"Pure Lotus of the World..."

With a deep, rumbling sound, as if the sky were falling and the earth were splitting open.

Centered on Su Fan, a crimson, scorching halo suddenly erupted, whistling out in a fan shape.

Wherever the incredibly hot crimson halo passed, the air was instantly incinerated, emitting a sizzling, ear-piercing sound, and even the space itself rippled with eerie distortions.

This scorching halo was incredibly powerful, sweeping across an area spanning dozens of miles on the opposite side.

In an instant, all the ninth-tier demons rushing into the area were engulfed in crimson flames.

The intensely hot crimson halo contained the ultimate Yang energy of the Earthly Fiends, a supreme Yang energy specifically designed to subdue demons, monsters, and evil spirits.

Even though the physical body of a ninth-tier demon is extremely strong, impervious to blades and spears, and immune to water and fire, it still cannot withstand the scorching heat of this extreme Yang Earthly Fiend.

Even more terrifying is that the Yang Earthly Fiend within Su Fan's body has already completely merged with the original characteristics of evil spirits.

Now, it not only possesses the power of extreme Yang, but also has become extremely corrosive. One is hard and the other is soft, one is hot and the other is cold, complementing each other and multiplying its power.

The ninth-tier demons, engulfed by the halo, had their demonic bodies instantly charred by the intense heat.

The thick carapace and tough scales on the demon's body surface cracked and fell off rapidly, like charred charcoal burned by a raging fire.

The black demonic blood evaporated instantly as soon as it seeped out, leaving only a pungent, burnt smell.

The demons let out extremely shrill screams, but they didn't even have the strength to struggle. They could only watch helplessly as their bodies melted and destroyed little by little under the dual attack of heat and corrosion.

"Whirlwind Slash..."

Immediately afterwards, Su Fan swung the "Demon-Slaying Sword" in his hand.

The sword was wreathed in crimson flames and pale blue, chilling energy, the two energies intertwining and emitting a hissing sound.

He swept his arm out suddenly, and the Demon-Slaying Sword swept out with earth-shattering power.

"boom……"

With a deafening roar that shook the heavens and the earth, a violent and fierce wind suddenly arose around them.

A raging storm, visible to the naked eye, swept up around him.

Amidst the storm, crimson flames and pale blue chill swept outwards with a howling force.

Wherever the hurricane passed, it carved a trench several meters deep into the ground, and rubble, demon corpses, and ice shards were all swept into the storm, turning into destructive power.

Even more chilling is that the invisible ripples formed by the hurricane's tremors are like a surging black tsunami, spreading wildly in all directions with a destructive force.

Wherever the ripples reached, the space seemed to be wantonly kneaded and torn by an invisible giant hand, rippling with strange and distorted waves.

Space, like a shattered mirror, reflected a chilling scene, as if the entire world was about to collapse and shatter under this force.

"brush……"

A sword beam of extreme sharpness swept across the area, accompanied by a storm; its light was blinding, and it moved with lightning speed.

Those ninth-tier demons, whose demonic bodies were already nearly carbonized, were like paper in front of this sword light, instantly cut and crushed, turning into dust that flew everywhere.

The demon's corpse and rubble scattered in the wind, leaving not a trace.

The storm subsided, and the sword's edge faded.

Su Fan remained standing in the same spot, his Demon-Slaying Sword pointing diagonally at the ground, his robes fluttering in the wind, and the scorching heat and chilling aura around him gradually subsided.

But that overwhelming power only grew stronger.

The ground was once again a scene of devastation, and within a radius of hundreds of miles, there was not a single intact demon body left.

Only charred debris and melted ice water covered the ground, the stench of blood and burnt flesh mingling together, permeating the entire battlefield.

Su Fan's figure, like an immortal war god, stood amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, unstoppable and unchallenged.

(End of this chapter)