Volume 10: Fuyao Chapter 143 Avici City
Before this, these monks were just an insignificant pebble in the vast Zhongling Realm, but in this battle, they will make a significant contribution.
Every nameless person has his own value.
The battle continues.
The area where the turbulent spiritual energy was raging had turned into a bloody battlefield.
Millions of cultivators from both the human and demon races are entangled in this vast area.
Whether for the human race or the demon race, this battlefield is the most complicated one they have ever experienced in their lives.
Because here, they have to be careful of the elusive space cracks, be careful of the aftermath of the spiritual energy storm, and always be on guard against enemy sneak attacks from all directions.
Of course, there are also a small number of monks who feel like fish in water and extremely comfortable in this battlefield.
For example, Mo Yan, whose Eternal Fire was rekindled.
The characteristics of the Eternal Fire determine that once the enemy is hooked by this fire, he will suffer a fate worse than death and die in despair.
The more complex the environment, the more suitable it is for sneak attacks.
Therefore, this battlefield became Mo Yan's home court.
Not to mention sixth- and seventh-rank enemies, even if it was an eighth-rank demon cultivator, when fighting with his own tribulation-crossing cultivator, if Mo Yan could unexpectedly give the demon cultivator a longevity fire, although it would not cause any harm to the demon cultivator for the time being, it would increase the winning rate of his own human cultivators by several percentage points.
——It’s like two boxers of similar strength are fighting at the top of their game. If one of them catches a cold and coughs once or twice from time to time, then the fight will undoubtedly be completely disadvantageous.
Of course, this way of fighting is quite despicable and is very inconsistent with Mo Yan’s character and pride.
But Mo Yan has never been a pedantic person.
This is a battlefield, and on the battlefield, the way that best helps you win is the best way.
The war in the spiritual sea tide lasts from day to night, and then from night to day.
The demons left behind more than 30,000 corpses, and the human coalition also suffered heavy losses, with more than 20,000 monks killed.
Although the human race was not afraid of sacrifice, they still fell into an extremely embarrassing predicament.
There are two main reasons for this predicament. The first is the huge gap in numbers. The demons have strong military forces and are not stingy with losses, making them a suffocating opponent.
The second is the gap in top combat power.
There are about three hundred Demon Lords in the Wujian Realm alone, and nearly half of them were dispatched in the Soul-Snatching Battle, which means nearly one hundred fifty of them.
After the battle of Longcheng Pass and the battle of Jianzong, although most of them were lost, there were still more than fifty Demon Lords left.
This number of people is enough to crush the human race.
If the battle in the Spirit Sea Tide continues, the defeat of the human cultivator coalition is only a matter of time.
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Light and shadow flickered , and in an area of spiritual energy flow, an aurora sword shadow flashed by, and a ninth-grade demon cultivator who was a hegemon in the Wujian Realm was chopped into ashes.
"Master Li Feng, the strategy of the demon clan is clear at a glance. They rely on their numerical advantage to fight a war of attrition with us. It doesn't matter if the losses are large. They can afford it. When our numbers are reduced to a certain extent, they will collapse on their own."
At this moment, several figures rushed over quickly.
Among them, the native cultivators of Zhongling, Jin Luo Dazun and Li Shiyi reported.
Upon hearing this, Li Shiyi couldn't help but let out a long breath, and then said frankly: "It's only been two days, and the war is not that intense, but we have already lost more than 20,000 monks. The next ten days will be when the losses will reach their peak."
"But the master needs time. He didn't say how much time it would take, but just told us to delay as long as we can."
After a pause, Li Shiyi gritted his teeth and said, "To be honest, after this battle, I don't know how many of us can survive. I don't even know if I can survive."
"But the Sect Master is trying to gain a chance for Zhong Lingbo to win. The only thing we can do is to buy him some time."
At this point, there was no need to conceal the news that Xie Qingyun had come to Zhongling in person. Taking the initiative to tell it would also increase the confidence and morale of the Zhongling monks.
So, a few days ago, Gu Qiu and Li Shiyi took the initiative to spread the news.
"Are you afraid of death?" Li Shiyi asked.
"What are you afraid of? The devil has already come to your doorstep. If you are still afraid of death, you might as well go home and play with your kids!" A cultivator of the ninth level of the middle spiritual realm cursed.
"Let us fight back the demon army. We dare not respond rashly. Isn't it just to delay time? Even if I give up tens of thousands of years of practice, I will also guarantee to complete the task."
"Qingyun Sword Immortal, just do your job and leave this to us."
Li Shiyi took a deep breath, clasped his fists and said, "Then everyone, continue the fight."
"war!"
The cultivators said in a deep voice.
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The other end of the spiritual sea tide.
In a large demon army.
Demon Lord Tianlang and Demon Lord Xiyuan were listening to the real-time battle report from the demon cultivators below.
Compared to the solemnity of the human race, the atmosphere of the demon race was obviously much more relaxed, and even filled with joy.
After two days of fighting, although the demons suffered greater losses, it was insignificant compared to their total number.
On the other hand, although the human race’s sacrifice was smaller, it was even more unacceptable.
If this continues, with the current strength of the human race, it will inevitably collapse, and may not even be able to exit the Spirit Sea Tide Zone and enter Dixin City.
What's more, the souls of Soul Master and Control Master had already arrived at the Spirit Sea Tide half a day ago.
In other words, the victory of the demon clan is as stable as a rock, and they are not afraid of any changes.
This wave of human coalition forces is the last wave of resistance of Zhongling. Once they are defeated, this huge Zhongling area will be in their pockets.
The victorious side will belong to the demon clan, the Wujian Realm, and their inner demon clan.
Their Heart Demon Clan had been planning for ten thousand years, and they had used a unique trick to take down the Middle Spirit, laying the foundation for victory in the battle between the Sky and Abyss, and they instantly became the first of the Eight Saint Demon Clans...
The history of demons will surely record this.
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Dawn is breaking.
The blood-red light illuminates the world.
Depression is the main theme of this world.
abyss.
Avici City.
This is the royal city of the Heart Demon Clan.
On top of the towering city wall, the patrolling demon cultivator was extremely bored. He glanced into the distance and was filled with resentment.
"Fuck it, I heard that the situation in the human domain is very good. Others are trying to gain military merits in the human domain and are lawless. We are here to defend the city."
"Abi is the royal city, located in the center of Wujian. What kind of danger can there be? If someone can really get here, they are not an enemy we can fight against. We have to leave it to the demon lords to deal with."
"We are just standing here, aren't we just for show?"
As the capital of the inner demon clan, there are more than ten demon lords in Avici City alone. Together with a flower of sin that guards the city, its overall strength is no worse than that of Chang'an City of the human race.
And on the periphery, there are many territories surrounding it.
In this situation, who can threaten this city?
Throughout their history, such a thing has never happened since the establishment of Avici City.
Even when Xia Daozu of the human race attained enlightenment and charged into the abyss, he had locked his main target on the Holy Demon Tribe, which was ranked in the top three at the time, and did not pay attention to their Wujian Realm.
The companion shook his head helplessly when he heard this. "What can we do if the higher-ups have arranged it this way?"
What they didn't know was that while they were complaining, in the clouds not far above them, a figure stood with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering, and was rapidly approaching Avici City.
The figure was moving very fast.
Such a fast speed should bring about the inevitable sonic boom.
This is an unavoidable drawback of any escape technique, but there is a solution, which is to cast the corresponding silencing spell to eliminate the sound.
But this figure clearly did not cast any spell to block out the sound when it was moving, and it remained silent.
Soaring.
Thanks Qingyun.
