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A moment later, a thunderous roar erupted, and two figures flew backward, leaving afterimages in their wake.

With a series of thuds, the demon stumbled back a few steps, its heavy footsteps leaving deep dents on the still-wet red stone slab.

Despite his triumphant teleportation attack being completely thwarted, the demon showed little disappointment. Instead, he chuckled thoughtfully at his opponent.

"Although you can predict where I'll teleport to and strike regardless of spatial distance, your own strength is still too weak..."

Qi Yue, clad in illusory golden armor radiating righteous energy, gently vibrated the Green Dragon Crescent Blade formed by golden light flowing onto his long staff, secretly relieving the soreness in his arm. He knew that his enemy's sharp eyes had hit the nail on the head.

Relying on the [Guan Sheng Dao] divine summoning technique he cultivated, he was able to be divinely insightful and precognitive in battle, and could also exert power from the void to slay demons from any direction. However, the huge gap in strength between the two sides was difficult to bridge in a short time, and a prolonged battle would definitely be bad.

"This can't go on, we have to find a way to help!" Zhu Mingyao, who also saw the hidden crisis, was thinking fast and quickly devising a way to break the deadlock.

His close combat skills were only so-so, and he couldn't keep up with the pace of a true expert. Even with the help of the Spirit Official's Golden Seal, he could only offer limited support and couldn't play a decisive role.

The sword pellet and the remaining large rune are difficult to lock onto the target when the enemy uses a high-level teleportation spell with almost no cooldown.

The most powerful attack he currently possesses, the [Dragon Transformation Curse], is countered by the opponent's strange and unpredictable authority.

The Yaksha demon general was thrown 800 miles away again, losing its own control. As an undead creature with poor intelligence, it was unclear when it would be able to recover.

It seems that only that last method remains... His eyes revealed a determined look, and he quickly sat cross-legged. The Dingjia Great Incantation and the Spirit Official Golden Seal shone brightly on his body, concealing his figure, making him look like he was determined to defend to the death.

"Haha, let me see, another little mouse has sneaked in!" Amidst the maniacal laughter, the demon suddenly moved, launching a surprise attack on Dean, who was stealthily creeping along the edge of the battlefield toward the wounded.

Qi Yue brandished his sword and followed closely, and the two clashed once again.

In an instant, golden and black light flashed wildly across the field, dazzling everyone. Although they were just two weapons formed from spiritual energy, the sound of metal clanging against metal was deafening.

Suddenly a muffled groan was heard, and scattered golden sparks fell. A drop of blood was instantly evaporated by the Demon Flame Greatsword.

"Haha! You can't hold on any longer!"

The demon roared with elation, and black and red flames rose around it, its evil aura surging and engulfing the entire square.

Dizziness, weakness, sluggishness... a torrent of intense negative curses crashed down. In the corners, the twelve silver daggers used to set up the sacred abode ceremony finally gave way and broke in two. The struggling sliver of holy light was instantly submerged in the ocean of evil energy.

Lifting, thrusting, pointing, sweeping, slashing horizontally and vertically, lifting and pressing down—at this moment, Qi Yue had already exerted all the skills he had learned in his life. His Guan Dao was unpredictable, and he combined spear and staff techniques with routines. He could come up with all sorts of ingenious ideas at will, and he brought his skills to a level that ordinary people and even extraordinary people could hardly imagine.

Even so, the Guan Sheng Golden Armor, which he formed by connecting his faith and incense with his own martial will and should have been impervious to all evil, was now gradually breaking apart, with fierce black flames seeping in, and tiny specks of blood splattering on his body.

"Life and death are at our disposal!"

The obscure and difficult demonic incantation from the lower plane echoed, and a sinister dark light shot out. Dean was struck and rolled on the ground with a thud. His face turned blue and trembled, and his skin withered instantly. If it weren't for the fact that the amulets he was wearing shattered at the same time to cushion the impact, he would have turned into a dried-up corpse on the spot!

The decapitation sword suddenly extended and swung, transforming into a stream of black flames that sliced ​​the alchemical sniper rifle he was about to raise in two.

The flames swirled back and slashed down towards his neck!

Seeing the cruel and cunning expression on the enemy's face, even though he knew it was a trap, Qi Yue could only take a deep breath. A sense of uprightness and loyalty rose up, and he swung the crescent blade with all his might. The golden blade pierced through the void and extended from Dean's side, blocking the attack.

The price was that he retreated more than ten meters before crashing into a stone wall and finally stopping.

With blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, Qi Yue looked down with difficulty. A claw mark the size of a palm-leaf fan was deeply embedded in his divine power golden armor, almost breaking his sternum.

"How about we play a game... let's see how many more you can withstand?"

The demon opened its mouth mockingly. Perhaps infected by the bloodline of the Hellfire Demon within this body, the rising hatred and despair among the crowd made him feel incredibly happy, as if floating on clouds.

Just as he stepped forward with his sword, about to enjoy the long-awaited feast of slaughter, a faint voice suddenly rang out—!

"In the beginning of time, the customs were simple and honest. They used stones to make crossbows and wooden strings to make bows..."

The clear voice wasn't loud, just like a cute schoolchild reciting a textbook, only revealing a subtle sense of determination.

This soft chant seemed to press the pause button on the world, making the entire battlefield seem quiet for a moment.

An inexplicable, ethereal aura arose out of nowhere, as if descending from the heavens to the earth, causing everyone to slow down their movements.

Chapter 232 The Great Curse of the Warlord, Severing the Divine Form!

"You're the one who's behind this! Get out here!"

Inspired by the powerful insights of a high-ranking demon, he keenly sensed something amiss.

The Demon Flame Greatsword swept across, forcing back the Crescent Moon Golden Blade. A chaotic, human-head-shaped magic orb shot out fiercely, its interior surging and roaring with the elements of earth, water, wind, and fire. Carrying the momentum to destroy everything tangible and intangible, it slammed into a patch of light and flame in the corner!

The dark, turbulent flow of magical energy tore apart the flickering, multicolored flames, revealing Zhu Mingyao's calm and resolute face, along with the ancient and elegant prayer inscription—

"...Now we will forge weapons from gold and armor from leather! We will raise banners and set up drums..."

The calm tone gradually rose, taking on a hint of excitement, like the clanging of armor.

"Damn brat, shut up!"

Michael felt an extremely thin and sharp steel needle emerge inside his skull, gently scraping his soul. Having lived through countless years, he knew very well that the name of that phantom pain was—danger!

The giant sword slashed, unleashing a blinding flash of evil light! Black flames erupted, and dark thunder rumbled! He wanted to tear this brat to shreds in the shortest time possible!

Like a giant flower slowly blooming, the continuous golden light of the blade shifted and changed, sometimes domineering like a battlefield, sometimes delicate like embroidery in a secluded boudoir, carrying the heroic spirit of overcoming five passes and defeating six generals, riding alone for a thousand miles, steadily receiving the fierce and stormy attacks of the powerful enemy, and protecting the companion sitting cross-legged on the ground.

The sects of all had always been on good terms, and they were all well aware of each other's methods. Even though he had never seen it in person, Qi Yue still managed to guess the mysterious technique that his young brother was about to use based on the few words his elders usually spoke.

That secret technique was a perfect match for his own supernatural power!

His eyes gleamed with a fierce light, and he seemed eager to try it out.

However... I've heard that to use them freely, one must cultivate their lineage's talismanic arts and spells to their peak. Is he really confident?

While excited, Qi Yue couldn't help but feel a little worried.

……

……

Are you confident that you can successfully cast that great spell?

Of course!

Zhu Mingyao remained calm, letting the residual energy and aftershocks of various spells strike his protective golden light.

He watched with mixed feelings as the system information within his sea of ​​consciousness transformed into a streak of fluorescent light and gradually dissipated.

[Maoshan Miscellaneous Collection of Yang Fu Classic] LV5—LV6/Full

Celestial Sorcerer LV8-LV9

The idea of ​​leveling up in the heat of battle is inherently an unreliable fantasy. If it were the fundamental technique, the Shangqing Huangting Neijing Jing, even if you beat Zhu Mingyao to death, he wouldn't dare to do that. Just the brief time it takes to calm one's true qi and adjust one's inner divine powers after advancing would be enough for someone to kill you a dozen times over.

However, with the strong cover of his companions, he improved his external spells by a little, which only significantly enhanced his spellcasting ability. Apart from the temporary instability of the spell effects, there was not much risk involved.

It's just too wasteful of resources...

Scanning his remaining few hundred reward points, Zhu Mingyao sighed inwardly, knowing he would have to work hard for a long time to upgrade the [Shangqing Huangting Neijing Jing].

This thought, though long to explain, actually only lasted a moment. He quickly focused his mind and continued chanting this unique and profound incantation!

"...Now the six divisions are under martial law, respectfully carrying out divine punishment. The gods are not blind, and great blessings will come..."

"Shut up, you fucking shut up!"

The demon stared wide with its burning red eyes, screaming in a frenzied and outrageous manner. Black, venomous saliva involuntarily spilled from its massive fangs and mouth, dripping onto the half-melted, scorching ground, where it evaporated into tiny, finger-sized, hideous demonic faces that floated up.

The overwhelming sense of crisis, like the sword of Darkmorris holding the reins of destiny, hung overhead, making the demon's enormous heart seem about to burst open. Under the pressure, he unleashed all his magic power, even through his skin, transforming it into a thick, dark ripple that spread outwards, causing everything in its path to lose its color, as if being pulled into an endless abyss in a lower plane, leaving only darkness.

"Hellfire Explosion!"

Qi Yue staggered backward, and Guan Sheng's golden armor was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks. A deep gash appeared on his waist. Even with the divine armor protecting him, a bloody gash was still torn open.

Just as he was desperately trying to resist this terrifying magic, the spreading ripples suddenly dispersed.

He seized the opportunity, raised his crescent-shaped sword high, and stood shoulder to shoulder with Bai Ziyuan, who had caught his breath. The sword and the bone banner moved together, breaking the enemy's supernatural power.

"One or two, you insignificant, damned humans dare to stop me!"

The demon's furious sonic waves created rolling air currents, and his skin was stripped away, revealing bloody, bright red muscles. The figures of two girls in the distance were reflected in his fist-sized crimson eyes.

Madison and Zoe's long, flowing hair was neatly cut off. Ignoring the blood and dust covering their beautiful faces, they gritted their teeth, pinched a lock of their hair, tied it to a rune-embroidered doll a foot in diameter in front of them, and pulled it from side to side. The surging magic power within the demon's body also shook violently, and the power of the spell suddenly dropped.

At that moment, a phantom whistling sound came from the darkness, ringing in everyone's ears...

The sound echoed in my mind...

It resonated in my soul...

That was the neighing of a thousand horses, the cold glint of countless swords and spears, the battle intent and murderous aura that could destroy everything...

That is the supreme existence symbolizing war and slaughter, a concept engraved on the very foundation of this world, a legacy he left to future generations of Chinese people!

The chanting changed from passionate to high-pitched, like metal striking stone, clear and resonant!

"...Let the alligator drums boost morale, and the bear banners add to the might; then there will be no fortified cities in the towns, and no enemy formations in the fields!"

A grand and distant rumble of thunder came from the horizon, as if that great being with a bronze head and an iron forehead, on the other side of time and space, heard the people of his homeland remembering his ancestral homeland and smiled contentedly.

The three people of Chinese descent on the field felt it most intensely. A captivating rhythm seemed to have echoed in their ears a hundred times over, and their blood was boiling and surging.

Those are memories and glories ingrained in our blood!

A hazy, indistinct power compelled them to speak involuntarily, joining in the chanting:

"...like flying frost rolling up trees, like uprooting mountains to crush eggs!"

Zhu Mingyao suddenly leaped up, his peachwood staff pointing straight to the sky like a battle flag, his eyes wide with rage as he roared out his final words in a broken voice:

"The fire rages and the wind sweeps away all, bringing harmony to the Rong and Xia peoples. I alone am rewarded for my virtue, while you, with your five weapons, bring me glory!"

The heavens and earth resounded like the grand bells, and a divine might as vast as mountains and seas descended, like a ray of light flashing on the battlefield of Zhuolu, piercing through the long river of five thousand years, and bestowing blessings upon the descendants who had encountered danger.

Boundless spiritual energy was injected into Qi Yue, the recipient of the spell. The divine power of Guan Yu that he had summoned surged instantly, and the mixed incense and impure thoughts were shed. Amidst the rising flames, a golden-armored general more than a hundred meters tall revealed his true form, holding the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade surrounded by thunder. Thousands of rays of light emanated from his body, soaring straight into the sky!

One of the supreme incantations recorded in the Maoshan Miscellaneous Collection of Yang Talismans

—【The Great Incantation of Chi You, the God of War】!

At this moment, Zhu Mingyao's soul seemed to float in mid-air, becoming one with Qi Yue and the true form of the divine general, their minds in perfect harmony.

He raised his hand, and the enormous Thunder God Blade moved from slow to fast, finally transforming into a magnificent stream of light that seemed capable of cleaving the heavens and earth, striking down heavily!

With its majestic and awe-inspiring power, it is utterly ruthless and merciless!

Already immobilized by divine power, the demon could only watch with bloodshot eyes as the Demon-Slaying Divine Blade descended inch by inch, crashing down upon its own Six Yang Chief with surging lightning!

"How is that possible? A mere group of mortals! You can't escape..."

The lingering echoes of the vicious curse, and under the thunderous strike, the demon's powerful body, impervious to all magic, crumbled little by little. With a deafening roar, it vanished completely, leaving no trace of its remains!