Below Celestial Realms City, chaos reigned.
The oppressive Demon Beast Horde pressed forward from afar, already audible were the roars of the beasts as they opened their mouths.
They ravaged each city, consuming a considerable amount of Cultivator flesh, and the Blood Qi on their skin grew increasingly formidable, evolving overall beyond their previous state.
Moreover, the Demon Clan was being swept along, their Demonic Blood mutated, becoming a part of them, advancing imposingly towards this place.
Under the Demon General’s command, these demonic beasts advanced in an orderly manner, not recklessly charging forward.
Their numbers were vast, totaling over tens of millions.
The oppressive horde resembled the sea, thunderously surging across the ground, causing the entire Celestial Realms City to quake.
The refugees shrieked in terror, gathering under the teleportation channels of the eight cities, pleading for those above to open the channels to let them pass.
All eight cities were guarded by defensive barriers, now managed by the Nine Clan’s Descendants.
They were closed off, incessantly shouting downwards, "Find another path to escape! Do not crowd here. Celestial Realms City will not let you in, there are Demon Race spies among you. Letting you in would be irresponsible to the Human Race’s last lineage. For the sake of the Human Race’s survival, seek refuge elsewhere!"
The refugees below cursed loudly, "Damn you, you’re the Demon Race spies!"
"You’re harming the Human Race, there’s no justice in this!"
"..."
Soone kneeled below, pleading, "Kind sirs, I beg of you. We may not go in, but let the children in! They’re only three years old, they have a long road ahead!"
"Kind sirs, save the children! They are certainly all Human Race, not Demon Race spies!"
"..."
Above, a Nine Clan descendant couldn’t bear it anymore and suggested to their leader, "How about letting the children up?"
The leader rebuked them sharply, "Are you out of your mind? If we open the teleportation channels, can you guarantee others won’t follow? Once they rush in, how could we defend?"
This disciple, cowed by the reprimand, stood quietly on the city walls overlooking the struggling refugees below, akin to ants.
The eight cities hovered in the sky, high above, each three to five hundred ters from the ground.
The central continent stood over a thousand ters high, forming the magnificent Celestial Realms City.
At this mont, Celestial Realms City beca a place that people could only yearn for but not reach.
The crowd below scread and roared frantically, begging and kowtowing, while the Nine Clan’s Descendants above remained indifferent.
Finally, faced with the pressure of the Demon Army.
So desperately charged from the peripheral Formation Barrier above, streaking across with Sword Qi, forcibly heading towards the Celestial Realms Continent.
Only to hear a muffled series of thuds.
They were like moths to the fla, clearly trying to fly with swords into the empty continent.
Yet they struck the void, creating sparks, accompanied by flashes of Dharma Seals as they ignited.
Each person burst into flas like a moth and was incinerated.
Above, a Nine Clan descendant mocked and shouted, "It’s futile for you to try; this defense formation was set by emperors throughout the ages. Without going through the teleportation channel, not even a fly could enter."
Those below cursed pointing up, "Shaless scoundrels, if this formation is so powerful, why isn’t it used against the Demon Race, instead of against us?"
The Nine Clan descendant shouted, "Who’s fighting you? Stop clinging here and there; leave early and nothing will happen."
The people below cursed angrily, "Bullshit! Where can we run with our legs? You think we could escape the encirclent of demonic beasts? You sinners will surely be struck by thunder!"
The Nine Clan’s Descendants above laughed dismissively, "Survival of the fittest. I’m standing here, so why isn’t the sky striking ?"
As soon as these words fell, a bolt of thunder truly descended from the sky, crackling, resembling a dense net of swords, striking down upon them furiously.
Those below the Divinity Transformation Realm were turned to ashes directly.
Even the leaders within the Divinity Transformation Realm were struck and shredded, emitting black smoke.
Those below cheered, "Look, the heavens have manifested! Heaven has manifested!"
Amidst the cries of astonishnt, a man and woman descended from the sky like Immortals, landing on the city wall.
The Nine Clan’s Descendants retreated in shock, raising swords and shouting, "Who are you? Were you the ones that summoned that lightning?"
The man stared at them expressionlessly, "My na is Long Fei!"
"What?"
"Long Fei?"
"The Imperial Son-in-law who killed the Eighth Prince?"
"So you’re Long Fei?"
"..."
The group shuddered all over, exclaiming, "Why are you here? Aren’t you afraid of our ancestors after killing our disciples?"
Long Fei pointed to the Teleportation Hall within the city walls, "Open the teleportation channels; let the people below co up. Otherwise, you all will die!"
The Nine Clan’s Descendants shivered internally, the people below, hearing this, felt salvation had arrived, raising their arms in unison and shouting, "Let them in, let them in, let them in!"
Soone angrily shouted, "You dare speak to us like this, alone?"
In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of disciples drew their swords, all aiming at Long Fei from below the city walls.
Soone shouted, "Call the ancestor to deal with him!"
Soone unsheathed their sword to take flight, just about to leave.
A sweep of Sword Qi cut across the void, with a puff, like a soft ribbon whip, burst onto the disciple turning them into a mist of blood.
Long Fei said grimly, "You have one breath to make a choice; after that, you will et the sa end!"
His voice wasn’t loud, but the pressure of the Unity Realm Stage enveloped the area, causing so disciples’ legs to weaken.
Above them, dark clouds gathered overhead.
Thunder rolled within the clouds.
Lightning arrived, flashing golden flas within the clouds.
On the field, the leader of the Nine Clans was drenched in sweat, terrified, hastily shouting, "Open it, open it, let them in!"
Under this thunderstorm, no one could stubbornly pose as a hero.
They recognized Long Fei’s na.
He dared to kill the Eighth Prince, so dealing with them was a trivial matter.
The teleportation channels opened, and in no ti, refugees flooded in like waves, joyfully rushing into the Teleportation Hall, those furthest inside shouted, ’Heaven has manifested, heaven has manifested!’
Seven avatars split from Long Fei, each flying to the other seven cities.
As the Demon Race closed in within a hundred miles, the teleportation channels of the eight cities suddenly opened.
The millions of refugees below surged wildly, but each ti only a thousand people could be transported.
There were too many people to enter the cities before the Demon Soldiers arrived; it was impossible.
Long Fei holding a Longsword, advanced towards the battlefield ahead.
To him, the defensive barriers of Celestial Realms City seed nonexistent, he passed through effortlessly, standing at the forefront of the refugees, facing the Demon Army from a hundred miles away.
Grasping a Longsword, he confronted the dark mass, endless like an ocean, of demonic beasts head-on.
Drums thundered ahead, pacing the ground caused a rumbling echo.
All their attention was focused on Long Fei, the Demon King seated atop a black giant elephant over ten ters tall, acting as the vanguard officer in this invasion of Celestial Realms City, eyed Long Fei with interest, raising his hand to his subordinates.
Instantly, the tens of millions of Demon Army halted their steps.
Dust filled the air, a solemn silence pervaded.
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