Two Realms: A giant of immortal martial arts emerges from low Wu Gan

The space surrounding the desolate desert for thousands of miles was completely frozen at this moment.

The screams of the White Tiger Demon Lord still echoed in this space, like a wild beast about to be killed, filled with unbelievable fear.

Its attack, powerful enough to kill a peak Dao Lord, was instantly shattered by Jiang Shu's ordinary punch and finger strike, and its arm was also silently reduced to dust.

This simple punch not only shattered the white tiger's attack but also shattered its courage.

Its blood-red vertical pupils suddenly contracted, reflecting the figure in the blue cloud-patterned Taoist robe. The other party's aura was calm and even, and his eyes were as still as an abyss, but the posture of absolute control over power made its soul tremble more than any domineering aura.

Without the slightest hesitation, the survival instinct from the deepest part of his bloodline overwhelmed everything. The White Tiger Demon Lord let out a shrill scream and turned to flee.

The remaining power of the demon lord burned wildly, carrying with it a raging demonic wind that instantly tore through space, seemingly about to vanish into nothingness.

However, within this world, wherever space exists, that is Jiang Shu's domain.

Jiang Shu didn't even look at the white tiger's giant shadow that was fleeing in panic.

He simply raised his right hand slightly, facing the direction the white tiger had fled, slowly spreading his five fingers, then casually clenching them again, as if he were merely brushing away a tiny speck of dust.

The enormous White Tiger Demon Lord, whose body was as large as a small mountain and was tearing through space in preparation for escape, had its massive body, along with the surrounding space within a radius of several hundred feet, suddenly collapse inward like grains of sand held in an invisible giant hand. It was as if even time and space were being twisted and solidified under the will of that hand.

The last thing the White Tiger Demon Lord saw reflected in his eyes was his proud half-step demon lord body and bones as hard as divine metal, which were shattering inch by inch in a way that defied common sense, like ants being crushed.

Before it could even utter a complete wail, the demonic body that had brought endless terror to the battlefield, along with its dissipated soul and thoughts, vanished silently into the tiny singularity formed by the collapse of space.

A strange wave spread out, carrying a rich and pure aura of the demon lord's origin. It was then greedily devoured and absorbed by the desolate sand sea, leaving only a faint smell of blood lingering in the dry air.

The dust has settled, leaving no trace.

A being who was almost on par with the Demon Lord perished completely, without even leaving behind a decent struggle.

Lu Chong was stunned, as if he had briefly forgotten the excruciating pain in his chest.

Although he had already guessed that Jiang Shu had become a Dao Venerable, the shock of witnessing a half-step Demon Venerable who had previously regarded them as ants and could have killed them with a flick of his wrist, being crushed to death with a single palm strike by his junior brother without even the slightest strength to resist, was still as heavy as a hammer blow.

Liu Qingyan lay unconscious on the ground, her pale face covered in dust, completely unaware of the silent crushing.

"Senior Brother Lu, it's alright now."

Jiang Shu's gentle voice broke the suffocating silence.

He came to Lu Chong's side, squatted down, and a flash of green light appeared at his fingertips, revealing a bright green pill that exuded a rich life force in his hand.

The medicine's fragrance was subtle, but Lu Chong only caught a whiff of its escaping aroma before he felt as if the depleted life force within his body was beginning to revive.

"This pill can help you stabilize your foundation and restore your vitality."

Jiang Shu fed the pill into Lu Chong's mouth, and another stream of pure and gentle spiritual energy, containing the aura of the laws of creation, flowed into Lu Chong's body like a warm current, smoothing out his meridians that were on the verge of collapse due to the forced activation of the secret technique, and temporarily suppressing the rampant destructive energy.

As the medicine took effect, a surge of vitality flowed like sweet spring water into the parched land, and Lu Chong's pale face finally regained some color.

Looking at Jiang Shu's calm face and feeling the unfathomable, pure, and vast power within his body, he moved his lips, finally letting out a bitter laugh.

"Thank you very much, Master... Venerable Tai Xuan."

Although they are fellow disciples, the rules cannot be broken. Jiang Shu has now become a Dao Venerable, a powerful figure, and Lu Chong should show him more respect.

Jiang Shu was taken aback at first, then chuckled and said, "Senior Brother Lu, why bother?"

"It's just some skill, how could it ruin the relationship between us?"

"I can sense that a prodigy of our human race has perished here. I suppose he is a fellow Daoist from the Dao Yi Sect."

He looked at the remains of several Dao Yi Sect disciples not far away, their bodies mangled beyond recognition by demonic power, scattered on the sand, exuding a desolate air.

A gentle force emanated from beneath Jiang Shu's feet, like an invisible hand carefully gathering each fragment of his broken body and bones, piling them away neatly.

Then, Jiang Shu used his spatial power to envelop the heavily injured and unconscious Elder Liu in a softer light, stabilizing his critical condition.

After doing all this, his gaze swept across the sandy area where a fierce battle had just taken place.

"Senior brother, this is not the place to talk."

"Bear with it, let's go."

Before Jiang Shu finished speaking, the space rippled out like water, enveloping Lu Chong, Liu Qingyan, and the collected remains.

The next instant, the surrounding scenery stretched and blurred dramatically, and the desolate yellow sand of the barren desert vanished in an instant.

Lu Chong felt his body sink slightly, as if he had passed through a viscous but harmless membrane, and the scene before him had changed drastically.

"Senior Brother Lu, tell me about the situation these days."

Jiang Shu moved through the space, each step seemingly effortless.

In this short period of time, Jiang Shu achieved the Chaos Realm. After nodding and pondering for a moment, he said, "So far, it can be said to be a great victory."

"Wherever our human army goes, we can say that we are invincible."

After saying that, he gave a bitter laugh and said,
"Others only know that our human race has the upper hand, but in reality only we know that although the demon race has suffered a major blow, it has not been weakened."

"The reason why the Demon Realm is called the Demon Realm is naturally because it is more suitable for the demon race to cultivate. In the Demon Realm, Dao Venerables can open up their inner world and completely ignore the various demonic energies in the Demon Realm. But which ordinary cultivator does not need to draw out their own vital energy to resist the demonic energy?"

"The lower the cultivation level, the more you need to draw upon. You can often only unleash 70-80% of your combat power, or even less."

"It is clear that the demon race is just waiting for an opportunity. As long as the human race makes a slight mistake, it can destroy a large number of the human race's core cultivators."

Lu Chong's aura gradually recovered.

When he looked down again, he found himself in a relatively low, rolling hilly area.

The intense heat of the desert has vanished, replaced by a slightly damp breeze carrying the scents of vegetation and blood.

The distant shouts of battle and the roar of energy explosions could be faintly heard.

Looking out into the distance, a cloud of smoke rose into the sky at the horizon, with flickering flames within, illuminating half the sky in a dim and intermittent manner.

"A great battle is about to begin." Jiang Shu's eyes narrowed slightly, his senses spreading like an invisible spider web, instantly covering the area.

Without needing to investigate, the vast and chaotic war-related life magnetic field, along with the overwhelming killing intent, intense death will, and violent demonic energy contained within, is as conspicuous as a torch in the night.

It was a small town, but it was protected by a high-level defensive formation that flickered under the repeated attacks of the human race.

As for large formations, they are nothing special to humans who are more skilled in formations.

Most importantly, Jiang Shu could sense that there were actually three auras truly comparable to the Chaos Realm lingering in this small town.

Three demon lords are guarding this place!
One of these was as thick and heavy as a mountain peak, yet it possessed a sharpness capable of tearing apart heaven and earth. It was far more powerful than the White Tiger Demon Lord he had just annihilated, and was even considered one of the best among the early-stage Demon Lords.

Lu Chong also sensed the soaring aura, and his expression changed slightly:
"A demon lord is actually stationed in this city?!"

Jiang Shu remained silent, his gaze piercing through layers of space, locking onto the massive city.

The city wall is thousands of feet high and is made entirely of a kind of dark black rock with a metallic luster. Its surface is engraved with countless intricate and strange blood-red demonic patterns.

These demonic runes are now being activated wildly, forming a huge, semi-transparent, dark red energy shield that envelops the entire city.

Outside the protective barrier were cultivators from the human alliance.

Cultivators dressed in different colored standard battle armor covered the sky and gathered into dozens of battle formations of varying sizes.

Some battle formations resembled millstones, with hundreds of cultivators standing on the formation plates, working together to unleash a massive bronze axe phantom. Each strike was earth-shattering, crashing onto the dark red protective shield and creating large ripples and cracks, which were quickly repaired by subsequent demonic power.

Some battle formations resembled sharp spears, with nearly a thousand strong cultivators using their own blood and spiritual power as spearheads to form a huge spiral of blood-red spear light, repeatedly and fiercely striking the weak points of the protective shield.

However, under the Demon Lord's defense, this spear formation not only failed to prove useful, but also injured many human cultivators due to the recoil.

Besides these formations, the human alliance's camp also had numerous engineering machines in operation, making a rumbling sound.

However, the city of Cracked Stone remained as immovable as a stubborn rock.

The city walls were filled with low-level demon cultivators. Like an ant colony, they orderly hurled poison-covered bone spears downwards or unleashed various innate demonic arts to block the human's attack.

Among them were many powerful demons in human form, who commanded these low-intelligence cannon fodder to intercept the key breakthrough forces of the human race's powerful organizations.

"kill!"

"Medicine! Medicine! Without medicine, this injury will definitely be fatal!"

"I don't think I'm going to survive this time. Rather than die miserably in the wounded soldiers' camp, I might as well self-destruct. Maybe I can blow this turtle shell open. If you come back alive, help me take care of my old man."

"One step ahead."

Roars and howls, the clash of magic circles, and the booming sounds of self-destruction intertwined.

The ground was already stained black and red, with severed limbs and broken arms scattered everywhere. The strong smell of blood and burnt flesh almost solidified, enveloping the valley.

Further away, in mid-air, powerful human warriors fought while soaring through the air.

An elderly man with white hair and beard, shrouded in a mysterious yellow light, continuously made hand seals, drawing upon the thick earth vein energy from the ground, which condensed into massive stone pillars and cones, relentlessly bombarding the protective barrier.

Another middle-aged woman dressed in a fiery Taoist robe held her hands in a gesture of respect, while a blazing fire wheel spun wildly in front of her, spewing out fire tornadoes that scorched the air and repeatedly impacted the top of the protective barrier.

There was also a sword master from the Hidden Sword Sect wielding a sword. His sword energy was sharp and multiplied into countless forms, precisely stabbing at the crack that had just been torn in the protective shield, attempting to widen and tear it apart.

However, within the city, three even more powerful auras stood like pillars stabilizing the sea.

A massive azure eagle stood atop the tallest tower, its eyes gleaming like lightning. With its wings spread, it unleashed a flurry of azure-black wind blades, precisely intercepting and weakening every attack from the human venerable one, while repairing the protective shield with incredible speed.

Elsewhere, a giant python with a single horn on its head coiled around the main altar in the city, emanating a ghastly green poisonous mist. The mist merged into the protective shield, not only enhancing its resilience but also creating a backlash that caused the skin of human cultivators who attempted to attack to fester and sluggish their spiritual energy circulation.

At the very center of the city lord's mansion, the aura of a mid-stage demon lord firmly locked onto the top human combat power outside.

It was a burly man nearly ten feet tall, with his upper body bare.

His skin was a rock-like bronze color, and his muscles were as bulging as if cast from steel.

Most striking features were the pair of curved horns that gleamed with a dark gold luster on the top of his head, and his pair of golden vertical pupils.

He didn't make a move directly; he simply crossed his arms and hovered coldly above the city lord's mansion.

Whenever the human venerables attempted to combine their powers to unleash a powerful divine ability and concentrate their attack on a single point, his golden pupils would only flash slightly before an incomparably sharp and invisible will descended like a divine mountain pressing down upon them.

Boom!

The stone pillars and fire wheels, which were preparing to combine for a powerful attack, were violently struck by this will and suddenly collapsed.

"puff!"

The two Chaos Realm Dao Venerables both let out a muffled groan, staggered in the air, and their faces turned pale instantly.

The horned, burly man's lips curled into a cruel and ruthless smile, his voice like the scraping of metal echoing across the battlefield.

"A bunch of ants, this city will be your burial ground!"

The cold words added another invisible barrier to the city of Riftstone, further boosting the morale of the monsters on the city walls. They roared and their attacks became even more frenzied and fierce.

The Human Alliance headquarters was located in a temporary fortress on a high ground.

"Damn it!"

A middle-aged man dressed in the robes of a Zhenwu Sect elder, exuding an air of authority, slammed his fist into the ground. The insignia on his shoulder indicated his extraordinary status.

In just a few moments, he saw many True Martial Sect disciples turn into blood mist.

Some of these disciples had just recently advanced to the Nirvana Realm and had a bright future ahead of them.

"That golden-horned demonic antelope, once it made a move, completely shattered our combined offensive!"

"His demonic power is profound and his willpower is extremely terrifying. He is quite remarkable even among mid-stage demon lords."

"How could experts of this level appear here? Shouldn't they be in seclusion in the Imperial Palace, seeking the path to becoming Demon Lords?" (End of Chapter)