"Heavenly Venerate!"
Even though Di Hai’s face remained invisible and his casual indifference went unheard, not only was malice black as ink, but his intent to strike and kill the Three Sages was unquestionably clear—Yang’s strength spoke for itself!
Among all the demons on the battlefield, only Yang Tian during the Mahayana Period possessed the power to independently take down celestial fairies!
The others rely lingered. Yang Tian had been struck.
After all, countless reconstruction spells had held up against the Kangkou Three Immortals’ assault until now. Suddenly, the spikes protruding from the Three Immortals’ bodies were astonishingly peculiar and intensely vivid!
Such is the nature of demons—the cultivated fields of mortals are inevitably the sa.
As Yang’s palm brushed aside the fragrant haze of green smoke, confronting the mounting pressure, the scattered celestial fairies exclaid in awe, "Maya!"
"I didn’t expect remnants of the Devil to reerge after so many years!"
Mian Xian, clearly not soone of a lower age like Carl, quickly shifted coldly toward the edge of Sichuan Road. "These beings are re ants conjured by magic. Ignore the demons; stay far from them!"
"Indeed!"
As he spoke, the Three Immortals unleashed a powerful barrage with magical weapons, sending waves of energy outward, transforming their magic into a feast of power that engulfed the surrounding domain.
"This..."
The scattered celestial fairies, despite their strength, ultimately set their sights on Yang Tian, Di Hai, and Su—but were powerless to act.
As everyone knew, with only the Three Immortals present, even their actions beca static statues—two of them nearly lifeless, engulfed by the rushing twilight at the mountains’ peak, their faces pale and bloodless.
"Protect Libby’s Libby! Our one and only hope!" Liu Xun shouted vehently, watching the scene unfold with desperation.
As his words resonated, everyone began to exhale faint sighs, ready to welco other cultivators who might arrive to aid them.
However, while they struggled to recuperate their magical powers in solemn response to Liu Xun’s call, there were so who, despite standing motionless, drew shallow breaths, their eyes fixated as if upon glass.
After all, surviving amidst countless scattered celestial beings in a battle of this magnitude was already arduous enough!
At this juncture, the scattered Immortals ceased their attacks, and their instincts froze them in place.
Observing the unnerving tableau, Xiang Long and Liu Yan suddenly grew tense!
Yang Tian, battered by the forces of the Mahayana Era, confronted a presence equally formidable as the Mahayana-stage regions.
But if sothing truly shifted and the Three Immortals unleashed an ambush upon Yang rather than Yang retaliating with a counter-offensive—if they chose to step forth to aid him?
"Mr. Liu, this is the hour of life and death! When magic powers are restored, awe will be rekindled—but hoping in vain yields no hope!" Liu Xuan’s eyes shone brightly as she inhaled sharply.
"What will you do?" Liu Yan asked swiftly, catching the glint shimring in Xiang Long’s eyes.
"The Heavenly Venerate will fight desperately as ti lapses—and self-detonation shall ensue! Let rebuild hope with my powers!" Xiang Long stepped resolutely forward.
Self-detonation?
Liu Yan, hearing Xiang Long’s words, stirred in shock as determination flashed within her gaze.
None fear death!
However, these slaves betrayed by the Blood Clan, bound for years of servitude unseen, were akin to faint figures of the Death God!
If not for being assets of their sect, they might long have t their demise.
Now, Yang Tian had saved them from the abyss of misery. Gratitude burned in their hearts!
Thus, whether for the sake of loyalty or the enduring vestiges of the Devil’s existence, at this mont, they were ready to surrender their fear and face death without hesitation!
Contemplating this, Liu Yan prepared to advance and join Xiang Long in fighting for Yang Tian.
But as she was about to take her step, a clear voice rang out, slow yet filling every crevice.
"Becoming a demon who swims in seas of blood—the kind of slaughter that invites doom upon immortality itself."
Oh!
As this voice descended, Yang Tian moved his hand. The scorpion-like blade was already in his grasp, and while no rain fell, as lant seeped through, water surged forth, shielded by Yang Tian’s side.
Yang Tian lunged ahead toward the scattered celestial fairies. His entire movent froze the battlefield. Then, each figure rose stiffly upright.
"When you kill your foes, your heart shall remain unmoved!"
Having taken the life of one dispersed celestial fairy, Yang Tian pressed forward, slaying without pause—each strike deliberate and lethal.
"Ten foes felled in ten swift stages; blood continues to flow!"
Yang Tian, stoic to the core, executed ten heavenly stages. The sequence resembled lines from poetry. Within ten footsteps, ten scattered heavenly beings knelt lifelessly upon the earth; their ruptured remains vivid, their aura silenced.
But it did not stop here.
"A thousand bones ablaze, swept in thousands of tides; countless steps crush thousands beneath wrath!"
Each word, each sentence like an irrefutable decree, surged forth from Yang Tian’s mouth as he relentlessly advanced.
Beneath his blade, none could form coherent resistance—even the scattered celestial fairies were cleaved by the unstoppable force of the Heavenly Blade!
When the dispersed divinities trembled under Yang Tian’s strike, blood surged forth endlessly, pooling around his figure as a crimson abyss.
"A thousand souls slain; this massacre becos legend!"
Yang Tian murmured one last line as his gaze slowly lifted. His piercing eyes seed capable of swallowing darkness and haunting mortal souls, sweeping across the anguished faces present. His quiet voice pierced the silence: "Who’s next?"
Rumble!
As Yang Tian’s words dropped, divine lightning roared above the heavens. The crackling energy reverberated behind Yang Tian, ensnaring the celestial net tightly.
Those celestial fairies, obliterated re monts ago by Yang Tian’s hand, stood there stunned, petrified by terror!
At this mont, as bolts of lightning intertwined with thunderous wrath, Yang Tian’s cold declaration resonated like an iron hamr striking their hearts, chaining their souls to dread and hopelessness!
None dared step forth. None dared respond. None even had the courage to confront Yang Tian!
This transcendent evil—this unparalleled god-like aura—how could any face it?
Even those arrogant as the singers of ants, who in the past had mocked farrs, could foster but one instinct now: to flee!
If they didn’t flee, they would inevitably perish by Yang Tian’s blade!
A million sacrifices employed in the heat of war!
At this juncture, Yang Tie’en stood proudly, his aura as God of Killing engraved deeply into the hearts of all who bore witness!
"Hm?"
Gazing at Yang Tian’s battlefield, where every surge of fury erged annihilating and unabated, Ming Bing barely furrowed his brows in slight unease.
Of course, even though Yang, indisputably a master, reflected a reign above the Immortal Realm’s magical combat, he failed to coax fear from the depths of demons!
Yet to many, Yang Jill’s Mahayana Era represented a threshold—a boundary bridging unattainable heights, holding no threat!
The Three Immortals had long since abandoned their singular focus on cultivating pure Primordial Spirit forms in favor of abandoning grandiosity, as their bodies surpassed conventional mortal limits in exchange for eternal youth!
This was the core of their immortal existence!
Their Lord Ming, the fiercest among scattered forces, had endured under divine prominence for over ten cycles of existence, surviving where countless others perished!
Two re strides away from crossing the realm where celestial fables ascended—hovering just beneath the heavens!
From the perspective of mortality, the victory carried unparalleled intimidation!
So, before the wrath of Yang Tie’en slaying Gods, every act of restoration Magic ought to crumble alongside their frailty; they showed no interest in sparing exchanges, extending no alarming hostility against Yang.
But Yang Chen’s prowess undoubtedly commanded attention.
"Are you quite entertained?"
Yang Tian whispered beneath the hurried glances and straining tension, formidable yet dismissive to the chaotic tide unfolding around him.
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