Star Martial Soaring Cloud

Just as the six attacks were about to strike the altar, an invisible, immense force erupted from the depths of the altar, like a tsunami or a collapsing mountain, instantly blasting all six people away!

At the same time, the void above the altar began to distort and collapse, and a huge black crack slowly opened, as if a hole had been torn open in the sky. The crack was filled with a dense evil and ghostly aura, which made people's hearts tremble.

From the crack, a colossal creature slowly emerged—it was a flag, an enormous bone banner.

The banner pole was made of countless bones, each as thick as a human leg, covered with dense runes, emitting a pale light and exuding a decaying, deathly aura.

The banner was even more horrifying—it wasn't ordinary cloth, but made of countless human skins sewn together, covered with hideous ghost faces. Each face was twisting and struggling, emitting silent wails, as if it were still alive, filled with endless resentment and pain.

The bone banner fluttered in the wind, its fluttering sound accompanied by mournful howls of ghosts and wolves with each tumble. The sharp, piercing sound penetrated the eardrums, sending chills down one's spine and making one's soul tremble.

Immediately afterwards, something crawled out of the bone banner—a demon.

No, using "one" to describe it is too simplistic.

The evil spirit's body blotted out the sky; half of its body emerged from the bone banner, already obscuring half the sky, and a huge shadow enveloped the entire Qingming Cliff.

Its skin is bluish-black, covered with raised fleshy growths, each of which pulsates as if a living creature is wriggling inside, emitting a nauseating stench.

Its head was as large as a small mountain, with no facial features, only a mouth—a gaping maw that ran across its entire face, filled with densely packed, white fangs, each ten feet long, like rows of sharp blades, gleaming with a cold, icy light.

Between its fangs, dark red saliva dripped continuously, landing on the rocks and instantly corroding deep pits. White smoke rose, pungent and unpleasant.

It has no eyes, no nose, no ears, only a mouth—a mouth that devours everything.

The demon opened its huge mouth and let out a piercingly sharp screech!

The sound didn't seem to come from a throat, but rather from the depths of the Netherworld, carrying endless resentment and greed, and accompanied by a deathly aura that made one's soul tremble. It instantly spread throughout the entire Demon Island.

The surviving cultivators on the island covered their ears, collapsed to the ground in agony, convulsing all over. Some even bled from their seven orifices and became delirious.

The beasts let out terrified cries and scattered in all directions, some even collapsing to the ground, trembling.

Even the rocks in the mountains trembled slightly at this piercing roar, and became covered with more cracks.

The six people who were hit first were directly thrown away by the sound wave, crashing heavily to the ground, their blood surging, their ears ringing and deafening, their minds blank.

At the same time, the camps of the two alliances were attacked by a deadly attack—Yang Xuan and Yan each led several cultivators of the Tianyi Sect, sneaking up to the vicinity of the camp with ghostly figures, and they were completely unaffected by the howling of evil spirits.

They seized the moment when everyone lost their composure, their eyes flashing with cold light, and launched their attack.

Sharp blades cut through the wind, each move deadly; the Tianyi Sect members pounced on the dazed alliance cultivators like hungry wolves.

In an instant, screams filled the camp, swords clashed, cries and the sounds of weapons clashing filled the air, and the once orderly defensive position crumbled in an instant.

Wang Xiao struggled to get up, feeling as if his internal organs were churning, his ears were ringing, and his vision was blurring.

But he still forced himself to lift his head, his gaze fixed on the evil spirit, a fear he had never felt before welling up inside him—what was this thing? It was terrifying!

The demon opened its huge mouth again and inhaled sharply!

In an instant, a tremendous suction force burst forth from its mouth.

On the Demon Island, countless ghosts gathered from all directions, like rivers flowing into the sea, surging into that gaping maw of blood—these were the souls of cultivators who died on the Demon Island, including those from the Righteous Qi Pavilion, the Purple Qi Mansion, countless rogue cultivators, and even the souls of strange beasts.

"Junior Brother Yuanhai!" Yuankong's face was ashen, his voice trembling as he looked at one of the familiar souls, his eyes filled with grief and anger.

"Wu Xin..." Wu Chen also recognized the soul of the Purple Qi Mansion disciple, and his hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

Those were all their fellow disciples, all cultivators from the Nine Provinces, but now they have become food for evil spirits.

"That's... Bo?" Wang Xiao even saw the Bo beast he had killed when he first entered the Demon Island.

Each of the dead souls was covered in blood from all seven orifices, their faces contorted in a grotesque grimace. They struggled desperately against the pull of the evil spirits, their voices filled with despair, yet they could not break free from the immense suction. In the end, they were mercilessly swallowed by the gaping maw of blood, becoming part of the evil spirits' power.

Ling Cheng gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, and roared, "I'll fight you to the death!" He struggled to lift his sword and was about to rush forward, but Wang Xiao held him back tightly.

"It's too late." Wang Xiao's eyes were filled with resentment and helplessness. He held Ling Cheng down tightly. "Going up now would just be suicide; it wouldn't stop it at all!"

Yes, it's too late.

The evil spirit devoured them in just a few breaths.

As the last soul was swallowed, the enormous body began to swell and twist, as if countless forces were rampaging through it. The evil and ghostly aura around it grew increasingly intense, sending chills down one's spine.

Then, with a bang—the evil spirit exploded!

The sound shook the heavens and the earth, and the entire Demon Island trembled violently, as if it were about to collapse completely.

The island's peaks collapsed one after another, and the ground cracked open with deep, bottomless ravines, allowing seawater to flood in.

A fierce wind howled, dust flew everywhere, and the world was plunged into darkness, as if the end of the world had arrived.

Something in the world has shattered.

Everyone could hear a sound, like brocade being torn apart, or chains breaking, coming from the depths of heaven and earth, deep and distant.

The monsters on the island went completely mad, their eyes turning bloodshot. They lost their minds, ran around wildly, crashing into people and destroying everything in their path, plunging the entire island into chaos.

The alliance cultivators were first ambushed by the Tianyi Sect, and now they are being rampaged by crazed beasts.

In an instant, the Alliance's positions were littered with corpses, with countless dead and wounded.

Screams and the roars of strange beasts mingled together, and blood gushed out, staining every inch of the camp grounds red.

Wang Xiao barely managed to steady himself, looked up at the sky, his eyes filled with shock—the exploded demons and bone banners did not dissipate, but turned into countless fragments, spinning and recombining in the air, and slowly, a huge figure condensed into shape.

It was a... huge basin.

A huge... chicken was standing in the basin.

A huge, fat chicken.

It stood in the basin, its feathers a dark yellow color.

The rooster's comb drooped, lifeless, its small eyes glowing with an eerie red light, its beak slightly open, emitting a strange "clucking" sound—the sound was not like a rooster's crow, but more like a human laugh, sinister, eerie, and chilling, making one's whole body go cold.

"Japanese chicken?" Wang Xiao was stunned, his eyes full of confusion, and he directly described what he had seen.

"A Japanese chicken?" Ling Cheng was also stunned, scratching his head. "What is that? This thing looks plump and chubby, why does it look so weird?"

Xiao He's face changed completely, turning ashen white. His body trembled slightly, and his eyes were filled with fear. He stared intently at the fat chicken, and said, word by word, his voice trembling, "This is not a Japanese chicken. This is the totem of Japan—the Yamata no Crane."

Fuso.

These two words exploded in everyone's ears like a thunderclap, and everyone's expression changed instantly.

Foreign lands, Japan.

Fusang, which has fought a bloody war with the Daqian Dynasty for a hundred years, is an endless battle with Kyushu!

They actually showed up here!

"The Tianyi Sect...is colluding with Fusang?" Yuan Kong's voice changed, filled with disbelief and shock, and the butcher knife in his hand trembled slightly.

Wuchen remained silent, only gripping his sword tightly until his knuckles turned white, his eyes filled with icy killing intent and deep apprehension—he had long heard of the brutality of the Fusang cultivators.

Lin Shisan's expression also changed, and his composed smile vanished without a trace. He knew that things were far more serious than they had imagined, and the Tianyi Sect's conspiracy was far more terrifying than they had anticipated.

Qin Wuming stood atop the altar, arms outstretched, laughing wildly to the sky: "Hahaha... The restrictions on this place have been broken! We respectfully welcome the arrival of the Five Ninjas of Fusang!"

A sense of foreboding welled up in Wang Xiao's heart, and he abruptly turned his head to look westward—the wall of miasma that stretched across the sky and earth was churning violently.

The dark gray mist seemed to be stirred, churning, and swirling by an invisible hand, before a huge crack slowly opened, the miasma dissipated, and the scene behind it was revealed.

The miasma wall cracked.

A figure slowly rose from the crack and hovered in mid-air.

The man was short, dressed in a coarse gray-brown cloth shirt, and wearing a pair of wooden clogs.

He had his hair styled in an odd bun, and a thick tuft of beard on his philtrum, resembling a rat's tail.

His face was long and pale, with deep-set eyes, cloudy and yellowish pupils, and a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth, bearing an expression that was hard to tell whether it was a smile or a mockery, his eyes full of contempt.

He stood there on the miasma, with nothing beneath his feet, yet he remained steady and unwavering.

Soaring through the air!

This is something only the Dragon Gate Divine Realm can accomplish!

On the Demon Island, a cultivator at the Dragon Gate Divine Realm has actually appeared!

Moreover, he is a Dragon Gate Divine Realm cultivator from Fusang!

The man slowly lowered his head, looking down at the six people at his feet, a hint of mockery flashing in his cloudy eyes.

"Oh, cultivators from the Nine Provinces?" he said, his voice sharp and grating, like the scraping of metal. "A hundred years have passed, and you're still all so weak and frail. What a disappointment."

An invisible pressure emanated from him, instantly enveloping the entire Qingming Cliff.

Wang Xiao felt short of breath, as if a mountain was pressing down on his chest, making it difficult even to stand up straight.

Is this the oppressive aura of the Dragon Gate Divine Realm?

It's terrifying to this extent!

The man smiled again, revealing a set of uneven, yellow teeth.

"I am Ansei Ichiro, one of the Five Ninja of Fusang." He bowed slightly, his movements seemingly humble and polite, but there was no kindness in his cloudy eyes, only the playful amusement of a cat toying with a mouse. "Please give me your guidance."

The Five Ninja of Fusang are not one person, but five.

There were not just one, but five Dragon Gate Divine Realm cultivators on Demon Island.

Despair washed over us like a tidal wave.

Wang Xiao gripped the Seven Star Sword tightly, his palms covered in cold sweat.

He finally understood what Tianyi Sect's backup plan was.

Before the divine realm of Dragon Gate, even fish leaping are but ants.