Tu Wancheng sneered. “Is that it?”
Everything below Black Cloud city was within “Taowu’s” range of attack. He abandoned the Xuanwu army and locked onto Li Qingsham mentally. He threw a punch, which resembled the fall of a black mountain.
“Turning so large only makes you a sitting duck!”
That was not courage, but foolishness. Even when he was imbued with army qi and had transformed into an army god, he was not “Taowu’s” opponent, let alone now when he did not have any army qi. This punch alone would crush him to pieces. No matter how much he outperformed himself on the spot, he could not make up for this colossal difference in strength.
Ke Xin bit her lip and thought, No, he can’t win. He’s just sending himself to his death!
However, Li Qingshan disagreed with that. He pointed his blade to the space behind “Taowu” and said, “And this too!”
Tu Wancheng abruptly looked back, only to see the flames raze the distance, incinerating all the sacrifices and the remains, resentment, and howls.
When the Samādhi Flames of White Bone incinerated the final soul, the laws of the world were severed.
The demonic heavens that enveloped the battlefield receded rapidly, only leaving behind the blood-red swirl that spun away endlessly.
At that instant, all of the demonfolk panicked as if they had lost their protection.
With the will of the army in disorder, the army qi dispersed.
The might of the Twelve Citadel Demon Formation of the Ominous had decreased significantly as well.
With the formation’s decline, the Demon God weakened.
“Taowu’s” figure immediately shrank. His arm became much shorter as the fist slammed into Li Qingshan’s face.
The ground shattered and mist-like dust rose up, immediately scattered by the wind.
His scarlet hair danced madly in the wind. Li Qingshan stepped over the uneven ground and the shockwaves like he was treading on waves. He was unfazed.
Tu Wancheng panicked inside when he heard Ying Zhe’s message, Don’t panic. You’ve just lost the protection of the demonic heavens. You are still untouchable.
However, Tu Wancheng became even more uneasy. There was no such thing as “good intentions” in the Demon domain. He utterly hated Li Qingshan for destroying everything for him. I need to butcher him immediately!
He raised his right arm backwards as if it could touch the horizon. His five fingers splayed open like a cloud before suddenly blurring, vanishing, and slamming over.
The palm strike was undodgeable. Li Qingshan bellowed out, “Where be the officers?”
“We’re right here!”
The five commandants had noticed his return a long time ago, as the eleven Demon Sovereigns were all controlling the Twelve Citadel Demon Formation of the Ominous, and it was impossible for Tu Wancheng to direct his attention to “minions” like them. Unless they were suffering an absolute defeat, regular Demon Emperors could not threaten them at all, so they actually all survived stubbornly up to now. Not a single one of them had died.
Dai Mengfan suddenly noticed five banners tied to Li Qingshan’s back among his dancing hair. She said with joy, “He actually managed to protect the banners in that situation earlier!”
Actually, this was all thanks to Lu Boming’s Giant Spirit God armour, which helped him block a lot of the damage, or he really would not have the spare strength to protect these banners.
The wills of people were easily influenced, changing like lightning. The clouds of army qi surged over.
Within the deafening clashes of metal and the surging earth, Li Qingshan swung his blade to parry, blocking the palm strike forcefully.
Was it the Xuanwu Army God again? No, this was an Asura War God!
The army he led right now was no longer human soldiers, but asura warriors. Even though more than half of them had fallen in battle already, those that remained were all experienced elites, battle souls that refused to relent.
The highly-condensed army qi formed blood-red armour on him instead of directly producing the Xuanwu Army God. It did not collapse at all from “Taowu’s” attack.
But as a consequence, it could no longer provide the same protection from all sides like the Xuanwu Army God. Li Qingshan had to endure most of the damage himself.
Blood oozed out from the corner of his lips as his organs were ruptured. Every single bone in his body trembled like they could break at any time. Even after being weakened, “Taowu” was still so powerful that he stood no chance.
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Tu Wancheng felt disbelief as well.Suddenly, he regretted going after those direct disciples. He should have destroyed the entire Xuanwu army first. No one would have thought that these insignificant ants would play a critical role in influencing the situation.
“I’m going to butcher you!”
“Taowu” grabbed Li Qingshan’s head. The helmet twisted under his fingers as his head ached.
It was the same trick, but this time, he would be crushing Li Qingshan’s head.
Under the blood-red swirl, the undying body of asura allowed his wounds to heal rapidly, but he still struggled to rival “Taowu’s” destruction.
The Samādhi Flames of White Bone silently spread over to the battlefield, quietly devouring the remains and the living demonfolk.
“Taowu’s” lone eye swivelled around, searching for the master of the flames desperately.
Actually, Xiao An had arrived on the battlefield a long time ago, well before the war had erupted.
She currently lay in a river bank left behind by the flash flood earlier, like a white bone that had been buried and exposed by the rain. She used the Skeleton Demons that she had hidden in the surroundings a long time ago to light the blaze.
She had to grasp the situation in person and choose the optimal moment to set off a great blaze. She did not give off any aura at all, such that even “Taowu” failed to notice her.
Without the protection of army qi, regular demonfolk stood no chance at all against Samādhi Flames of White Bone. Even just catching a spark would immediately turn them into a torch. Even more eerily, when each demonfolk was set alight, they revealed an expression of peace and joy that demonfolk definitely should not have been capable of exhibiting.
This was not destruction, but liberation.
“Taowu’s” figure shrank at a visible rate. As a result, not only did Li Qingshan fend off his attacks, but he even raised his head and unleashed the Tiger Demon’s Killing Roar when “Taowu” lowered his head and light gathered in his lone eye.
Howl! The tiger’s roar shook the world!
Fierce winds erupted in his face. “Taowu” shut his eye and threw his head backwards. Tu Wancheng was utterly furious, but he felt like the situation was getting a little out of hand. He seemed to be becoming rather powerless over Li Qingshan now.
In the blink of an eye, the tides of war turned.
The direct disciples were dazzled, having undergone great emotional upheaval. Even Dai Mengfan was confused, uncertain about whether they should fight or retreat. If they were to fight, it did not seem like he needed their help, but if they retreated, who was foolish enough to retreat now?
The expressions of the Demon Sovereigns changed drastically. “What is this fire?”
Ying Zhe said gloomily, “The White Bone Bodhisattva’s Samādhi Flames of White Bone!”
“Bodhisattva!”
All of the Demon Sovereigns paled in fright. At this very moment, these violent, forceful, and even rather chaotic and insane figures were like a group of frightened children.
They did not understand the true meaning behind that word. They only knew that the White Bone Bodhisattva was an existence that had undergone the eighth heavenly tribulation and stood at the apex of the entire cultivation community. If a bodhisattva came in person, even the twelve Demon Gods would not be able to protect them. They would flee back to the Demon domain first.
“No, it’s not!”
Ying Zhe was greatly frightened when he first saw the fire too, but he calmed down very soon. He discovered that the flames only burned demonfolk and not humans, even when it came to the corpses that were completely dead, letting them either return to the Hell realm or rise up to the Asura realm. That definitely was not something the White Bone Bodhisattva would do. In the eyes of the White Bone Bodhisattva, all were equal, so how could there be a difference between humans and demons?
“It’s a successor of white bone!”
The pale-white flames burned through several dozen kilometres of battlefield. The two armies advanced like they were unstoppable, already approaching the Twelve Citadel Demon Formation of the Ominous. Waves of battle cries filled their faces.
The Demon Sovereigns’ faces had been dyed pale-white by the flames. If they lost this battle, they would all be paying with their lives.
“If that’s the case, we can only welcome the arrival of a true Demon God. Hopefully, that trash Tu Wancheng is prepared to receive Demon God Taowu’s will.”
Ying Zhe smiled with a pale expression. He was actually the one in charge of the Twelve Citadel Demon Formation of the Ominous, the commander of this battle. Tu Wancheng was merely a clown destined to be sacrificed.
