I'll make you the furnace and the cauldron, so you can refine Yin and Yang and prove the Great

Battle flags fluttered like a forest, and spiritual light shone like daylight.

As the last group of Immortal Alliance disciples stepped out from the pillar of light, the sky above the ruined platform was already densely packed with people. Thirty-six giant warships slowly advanced, their cannons menacingly menacing, their dark muzzles pressing down on the heads of every member of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

At the Heavenly Demon Sect, tens of thousands of disciples looked up, completely silent.

The next instant, gasps of surprise exploded like a tsunami.

"The Immortal Alliance...it's the Immortal Alliance's army!"

"How can there be so many... how can there be so many!"

"Where's the sect's protective blood array? It's still there, how did they get in?!"

The color drained from their faces. Some people dropped their magical implements with a clang, but no one dared to pick them up. The crowd seemed to be swept away by an invisible tide, shrinking back in circles.

Ye Feiyan's face paled, and even her usual sweet smile vanished. Dressed in bright red palace attire, she shrank behind the crowd, holding her breath.

The Immortal Alliance's army is simply too large!

This time, the Immortal Alliance mobilized almost its entire force to destroy the Heavenly Demon Sect, leaving less than 10% of its cultivators behind. The overall strength of the Immortal Alliance was not much weaker than that of the Demon Sect. Now that they were all present in the Heavenly Demon Sect, even though the Heavenly Demon Sect was firmly the strongest among the three major Demon Sects, it could not withstand such a large army.

"What's the panic!"

A thunderous roar erupted. The Grand Elder's beard and hair stood on end, and the oppressive aura of a peak Void Refinement cultivator swept across the entire area, forcefully suppressing the commotion.

"The Blood Array protecting the sect remains! The sect leader remains! You, as disciples of my Heavenly Demon Sect, who have shown cowardice in battle, will, according to the law—have your souls extracted and refined!"

His withered arm shot up, pointing towards the enemy troops filling the sky, each word resounding across the land:

"All disciples, heed my command—meet the enemy!"

However, no one moved.

The words "Fight the enemy" still echoed in the air when, from behind the crowd, a beam of light shot into the sky. Then came a second, a third—like lit fuses, in the blink of an eye, hundreds and thousands of beams of light exploded from the disciples' ranks, scattering like a flock of startled birds. Some tore off their sect robes as they fled, while others, in their panic, collided head-on with their companions in mid-air, screaming as they plummeted to the ground.

The idea of ​​confronting the enemy was a joke from the very beginning.

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!" The elder was trembling with rage, but his roar was quickly drowned out by the roar in the sky.

Because of the Immortal Alliance, things have changed.

Jiang Daoxuan stepped forward, and a verdant sword light shot up from behind him, like an ancient sword piercing the heavens and earth, pointing towards the Heavenly Demon Sect Master. He said nothing, but that sword light was the best declaration of war.

"I am the master of slaughter," Jiang Daoxuan said calmly. "Fellow Daoist Qingyun, seal off his escape route."

"good."

With a flick of her sleeve, Su Qingyun vanished from her spot. When she reappeared, a vast cloud curtain descended from the heavens, like an inverted giant bowl, covering an area of ​​a thousand feet in radius, even separating the dark red dome of the Heavenly Demon Blood Array inch by inch.

Yinling didn't act immediately. She turned around first and glanced at the edge of the platform—with a flick of her finger, a layer of silvery-white water light spread out out of thin air, covering the heavily injured Yinyue and Li Hanshan, along with the surrounding dozens of feet, like a warm, giant egg.

"Wait for me to come back," she said.

Then, she turned around, her silver-gray eyes locking onto the man in the black robe. A rumbling sound, like the rising tide, seemed to emanate from her.

Three streams of Dao-merging energy and three streams of killing intent simultaneously locked down the Heavenly Demon Sect Master.

Higher in the sky, dozens of Refining Void Escape Lights from the Immortal Alliance crashed down like tigers released from their cages. Elder Bi laughed loudly, taking the lead and instantly turning two Demon Sect deacons into a bloody mist with a single palm strike. The Demon Sect elders were forced to engage in battle, and the sky was pierced through in that instant.

The Heavenly Demon Sect Master faced off against three opponents.

He only received one sword strike from Jiang Daoxuan.

After the first sword strike, he was forced back a hundred feet, his black robe sleeves shattering inch by inch, and a trickle of dark golden blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. The second strike, Su Qingyun's cloud sleeves wrapped around his arm, as heavy as a mountain of billions of pounds; the third strike, Yinling's palm slammed onto the demonic flames he hastily defended, the warm and vast power of the sea flowing back into the demonic flames, making his sea of ​​consciousness buzz.

None of the three who have attained the Dao have come here to spar.

The Heavenly Demon Sect Master looked down and glanced below—the four Grand Elders were being held back by the Immortal Alliance's Void Refining experts and were retreating step by step; the disciples were like headless flies, half of them were fleeing, and the other half were kneeling on the ground, surrendering their weapons and begging for their lives; the blood-red dome that he had cultivated for thousands of years was being swallowed up inch by inch by the cloud curtain.

It’s over.

The moment this thought crossed his mind, a sinister smile appeared on the face of this ruthless man.

"Good, very good."

He crushed a jet-black jade talisman with his other hand.

"Buzz—"

A crimson beam of light shot skyward from his palm, piercing through the clouds and into the vast void, its sound carrying for miles.

"Fellow Daoists of the Demonic Path, listen carefully—if the Heavenly Demon Sect perishes today, the next target of the Immortal Alliance will be you! I will be waiting for you all in the netherworld!"

The distress call had been sent. But he knew in his heart that reinforcements wouldn't arrive in time.

The Heavenly Demon Sect Master suddenly waved his hand, his voice carrying the power of a Dao Integration Realm expert, rolling across every inch of the Heavenly Demon Sect's land:

"All elders and disciples, listen to my command—break out! Do not linger in battle, do not turn back, escape as many as you can!"

"Sect Master?!" the Second Elder exclaimed in shock, "The Sect Protector Blood Array—"

"I will personally reverse the Blood Array and destroy it!" The Heavenly Demon Sect Master's voice was resolute, his eyes blazing with an almost insane determination. "Once the Blood Array collapses, the void within a radius of ten thousand miles will turn into chaotic currents, and they won't be able to catch up! This is the last thing I can leave you!"

These words startled even the Grand Elder, who was locked in a fierce battle.

Abandoning the sect's protective formation, abandoning thousands of years of foundation, abandoning the old nest he had built up over a lifetime—he blasted a path to survival for his disciples with a cataclysmic collapse.

At the edge of the platform, Li Hanshan leaned against the water-reflecting wall, taking in all of this.

He suddenly sighed softly.

"This scoundrel, ironically, is a good sect leader," he said slowly. "Abandoning the Heavenly Demon Formation, severing his own foundation, to give his disciples a way out—that takes guts. I might not have been able to do that."

Yin Yue leaned against him, gazing at the figure in black, her lips moved, but in the end she said nothing.

however--

"Trying to leave?"

An aged and cold voice rang out from within the Immortal Alliance's army formation.

Elder Gong stepped into the air, his gray robes billowing, and in the blink of an eye, he had risen to a height of ten thousand feet. Looking down at the fleeing disciples of the Demonic Sect, a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips, and his withered hands suddenly opened—

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"

Hundreds upon hundreds of streaks of light shot out from his sleeves, like a reversed meteor shower. Those were array flags, densely packed array flags, nailed into the void, their surfaces unfurling in the wind, connecting with each other, and profound array patterns spreading wildly and converging from the Heavenly Demon Sect's mountain gate, instantly locking the area within a thousand miles into an airtight cage.

Elder Gong stood in the center of the myriad banners, his voice like that of an emperor:

"Gentlemen, now that we're here, please stay!"

"None of them are leaving."