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Chapter 648 Divine Might Heavenly Strike
The roar was like the sky collapsing and the earth splitting, and the entire fairy cave trembled violently.

A visible blast of air swept across, scattering the watchtowers built by the Rakshasa. Many Rakshasa soldiers still at the front lines, their faces blank, were swept up hundreds of feet into the air by the blast. Like a leaf in a typhoon, they were left to be swept away by the raging storm.

This was the fifth hour since Jiang Wen warned the Queen of Yan, but even though the Rakshasa clan had begun to take action, it was still a little too late.

The black tide swept in faster than Jiang Wen had anticipated, its surging waves overwhelming and filling the thousands of feet high immortal cave. Even a single glance at the black tide was enough to terrify anyone.

Within this black tide, there was not only surging black water, but also countless wandering gods, their faces grim, churning within it. And there were countless corpses, surging forth like a horde of zombies in an apocalypse.

That extremely evil and eerie aura emanated from the black tide, and even Jiang Wen had to give way.

When the Rakshasa tribe's territory became restless, the Black Tide had already laid siege to the city.

Eagle stared wide-eyed at the endless black water, his hands trembling uncontrollably. The Black Tide—this was the Black Tide. A calamity they had never seen before. A Black Tide powerful enough to destroy the entire Hundred Streams tribe, powerful enough to overturn the entire Land of Divine Blessing!
"How could this be, how could this happen!" Eagle muttered to himself. He had never imagined that such a massive black tide would appear in the Immortal Cave; it was a catastrophe unprecedented in ten thousand years.

Many of the Rakshasa people who were still working in the distance were blown away by the black tide's shockwaves and turned into mincemeat on the ground. The laborers were terrified and ran back to their camp without looking back.

“Eagle, that distinguished guest was right. The Immortal Cave is facing a great calamity.” Yan stood to the side, his heart pounding. He stared at the endless black lines in the distance, his mind in turmoil.

The prodigies of their clan had only heard of the waves that the black water had transformed into, a great calamity passed down by the elders of the clan, a disaster that no one could escape.

It is said that Baixi was originally just a small tribe, with over 1,200 large tribes gathering there. At that time, the tribe was incredibly powerful, showing no fear even when facing fallen immortals. Back then, the Rakshasa tribe was merely a medium-sized tribe among them.

Later, the Black Tide arrived. Its overwhelming power vanished into nothingness, and the Hundred Streams tribe eked out a living in the Land of Divine Blessing, no longer able to stand firm in the Land of Fallen Immortals.

Yan had never understood how dangerous the Black Tide was, but today he saw it for himself.

"Order the surviving members of the clan to evacuate the Immortal Cave as soon as possible. Leave everything behind, as long as people survive!" Eagle calmed down and said sternly to Yan.

He knew that there was no time to lose at this moment, and the only option was to evacuate the remaining people as quickly as possible.

Fortunately, 200,000 clansmen had been evacuated from the Immortal Cave beforehand; otherwise, most of them would have perished today.

These are the young laborers of the Rakshasa tribe; if they perish in the Immortal Cave, the Rakshasa tribe will likely suffer a severe blow.

"I will work with some heroes from the tribe to try and stop the Black Tide. Yan, I'm leaving these matters at the base to you." Eagle took a deep breath and put on his animal-hide robe. He tossed Yan a jade token and then headed to the front lines, surrounded by hundreds of guards.

Yan didn't stop him; he knew the eagle's temperament. Letting him stay and escape first was more difficult than killing the eagle.

He simply prayed to the eagle, beseeching the gods for protection. He then gave orders to the guards beside him, instructing them to organize the laborers to evacuate the fairy cave as soon as possible.

Jiang Wen stood at a distance, quietly observing everything. He was very curious about what abilities the Rakshasa clan possessed. How dare this man named Eagle utter words to obstruct the Black Tide?

In his field of vision, the eagle led hundreds of Rakshasa people to the front line.

Even when they were still a hundred miles away from the Black Tide, they could still feel the earth-shattering roar.

Each Rakshasa warrior wore an expression of embarrassment, their bodies surging with blood energy, which transformed into fierce energy to resist the effects of the black tide.

On the foreheads of these Rakshasa people, a single horn emitted a faint light.

Especially the eagle, whose horns gradually swelled and grew larger.

"At this very moment, stand in my way against this black tide and let our people leave as soon as possible!" Eagle roared, spreading his arms wide.

A beam of purple light flashed out from the horn, covering the entire fairy cave in front of it.

Warriors around him launched attack after attack, and countless rays of light converged on the giant screen formed by purple light in front of them.

The black tide surged across a hundred miles, its towering waves crashing against the giant purple curtain. It was as if it had struck a dam, producing a deafening roar. Good heavens, it actually held back?! Jiang Wen watched in astonishment as the purple curtain erected by the Rakshasa clan stopped the black tide. It was hard to imagine that these Rakshasa people, who were merely at the Life Fire Realm, could actually withstand such a dangerous calamity.

It seems that the horn on their forehead is not simple; it must possess some kind of supernatural power.

Just as this thought crossed their minds, dozens of Rakshasa warriors collapsed, coughing up blood. The purple curtain shattered and charged towards the Eagle and his Rakshasa followers without any obstruction.

"Oh no!" The eagle collapsed to the ground, closing its eyes as it watched the approaching black tide. A look of despair crossed its face; it knew its death was inevitable.

But at that moment, a soft laugh rang out.

"Not bad, it actually managed to hold off the black tide for a moment."

Hearing voices, the eagle opened its eyes. It saw a young man behind it, calmly looking at the crowd.

The eagle struggled to its feet, bowed respectfully to the young man, and asked, "Who are you, senior?"

"They're just bystanders. You should all leave now and get out of here as soon as possible." The young man waved his hand, completely ignoring the crowd. He left only these words before flying towards the Black Tide.

The Rakshasa people looked at each other, then struggled to their feet.

When they looked at the stranger again, he was standing in front of Kuroshio, holding a wooden whip.

In an instant, a furious roar rang out. It was as if a god was punishing a demon, or heaven was punishing an evil spirit.

Mighty and unstoppable, they swept all before them.

"break!"

With a flick of the whip, a flash of blue light appeared.

The unstoppable black tide was instantly shattered by the wooden whip, turning into nothingness and retreating.

With just one strike, the hundred-mile-long Black Tide was dissipated by that person.

The Rakshasa people were dumbfounded; no one could believe what they were seeing.

Such divine might, such power. Even the elders of the tribe, even the heroes of the Hundred Streams tribe, are nothing but ants.

That was an arrogant posture like that of a god, enough to reach the heavens and penetrate the earth.

"What are you daydreaming about? Get out of here." A calm voice rang out. Everyone suddenly realized what was happening, bowed to the figure, and helped each other away.

Eagle was the last to leave. He gazed deeply at the figure, clutched his chest, and strode away.

After the Rakshasa people left, Jiang Wen looked at the black tide that was sweeping in again. He knew that his previous attack couldn't repel the black tide, or rather, the black tide couldn't be dispersed. All he could do was buy some time and let the Rakshasa people leave.

Sensing that fewer and fewer people remained in the Immortal Cave, Jiang Wen raised his wooden whip high. His previous strike had allowed him to experience a different kind of change in the whip.

It was as if something had come back to life from the wooden whip, making it incredibly mysterious.

"What kind of treasure is this wooden whip? It can even disperse this black tide." Jiang Wen pondered the origin of the wooden whip. He felt that he should have heard of the great name of such a treasure. Even the corrupted divine blood of the Four Heavenly Kings was no match for this wooden whip.

The sword was swung towards the towering black wave, and a thunderous roar resounded.

The azure light crashed into the black tide, extinguishing it like a raging fire melting snow.

(End of this chapter)