Travelers on the same path are rivals; he would rather see the Demon Dao wither away than be unified under the Blood Demon and have no chance to rise again.
The Demon Dao’s grand formation inexplicably shattered, unsuspectingly taking a wave of attacks from the Righteous Dao. Limbs flew amidst the blood mist, screams echoing incessantly. Although the Righteous Dao’s side didn’t know what happened to their opponents, everyone knows how to kick a man when he’s down. Killing the enemy now means saving ourselves!
One after another, they consumed elixirs and launched fierce attacks. The Demon Sect initially struggled symbolically but soon began to flee in all directions. The Heavenly Demon Sect Master nodded slightly, preparing to use the communication Spirit Jade to contact his worthy son-in-law.
"No need to call, I’ve already arrived."
The Heavenly Demon Sect Master’s pupils contracted, panic arose within him, but he forced down his fear and said, "Worthy son-in-law, the people of the Righteous Dao are despicable, leaving a traitor in the Demon Sect. Now that the formation is broken, what should we do?"
The Blood Demon’s scarlet pupils glanced at the Heavenly Demon Sect Master and chuckled lightly, "What do we do? Just kill our way back."
The Heavenly Demon Sect Master was about to say something when he suddenly realized he had lost control of his body. He wanted to speak but couldn’t even open his mouth.
Accompanied by a soft whisper in his ear, "Go," his body suddenly lunged toward the battlefield.
The Blood Demon stood where the Heavenly Demon Sect Master had just been, overlooking the entire battlefield, and couldn’t help but remark that it was a good place. Blood light surged in his hands, Dharma Seals were cast, and the old and new blood below began to throb in an inexplicable rhythm.
An even more expansive blood-colored grand formation enveloped the entire battlefield.
The people of the Demon Sect were unwittingly tainted by the blood mist in the air, their whole being turning into frenzied beasts. With spiritual power exploding wildly at the risk of everything, they charged toward the Righteous Dao’s formation.
The first wave was the high-ranking members who had once traversed the Blood Pool. But as they fell, the rampant blood began to affect those who hadn’t soaked in the Blood Pool. The nature of the Demon Dao was already terribly flawed, and by now, the Demon Dao side had completely turned into man-eating beasts, launching a costless assault on the Righteous Dao’s formation. Read full story at NoveI(F)ire.net
Everything has a limit, and soon, the Righteous Dao’s side, also affected by the blood mist, began retreating in a daze. Finally, after one day, the Righteous Dao’s grand formation collapsed, and actual blade-to-blade combat began above.
The Righteous Dao side was initially not as brutal as the Demon Dao side. Caught off guard, they suffered heavy casualties in an instant. They soon realized there was no way to leave alive except by killing!
The Righteous Dao side had strong individuals overseeing, with better organization and discipline. They quickly formed square formations to face the enemy, and the Demon Sect began to fall into disadvantage.
Bai Mei and others originally held back to confront the Blood Demon, but seeing the thoroughly crazed Demon Dao folks, they had no choice but to act. Bai Mei cut through the battlefield with the Talismanic Immortal Sword, slaughtering swathes.
Jing An, whose handsome face was now stained with blood, appeared quite eerie. He used a Zen Stick as if it were a great hammer, slaughtering huge swathes of the Demon Sect members, blood and flesh flying, looking more demonic than the Demon Sect itself.
Yang Yuhuan and Li Qing coordinated with each other, one defending and one attacking, maintaining grace on the battlefield like a pair of fairy-like lovers.
The Xuantian Sect collaborated with their old friend, Dan Chenzi.
The more Bai Mei fought, the more something felt wrong. Where had the Blood Demon gone? Bai Mei was filled with doubt but dared not relax, for the result of relaxation would be death.
After all, he was still not an Immortal. In this sea of spells, he could easily get caught, and even if he became an Immortal, Immortals are not invincible.
As time passed, Bai Mei found something increasingly amiss. What was wrong? It was wrong because he felt like he was about to ascend!
Now he felt stuck between a rock and a hard place. He couldn’t stop; stopping might mean death, but continuing to kill would lead to his tribulation, and regardless of success, he wouldn’t be able to face the Blood Demon again.
Bai Mei quickly communicated his situation to Dan Chenzi, Li Qing, and others. Li Qing and the others were somewhat helpless; couldn’t he have gone through the tribulation sooner or later? Why now?
Bai Mei cast a distant glance at a mountain peak, transforming his flying sword into hundreds of sword lights, clearing the surrounding enemies. With a clear shout, he left the battlefield. He had no choice; if he went through the tribulation here, not only would he not survive, but others would die under the heavenly might.
Thus, this battle hadn’t even begun, and the Righteous Dao lost one of their strongest.
The Blood Demon watched quietly from afar. This was just a guess on his part; Bai Mei never saw it coming. He thought the Blood Demon might secretly target him but never imagined the Blood Demon would aid his immortal ascension.
After Bai Mei left, what greeted the Righteous Dao was an even fiercer wave. With a shift in the Blood Demon’s Dharma Seals, the cultivators who had become like beasts transformed into human bombs, fearlessly charging the Righteous Dao.
The Righteous Dao, briefly disadvantaged, realized they were facing a group of madmen. The way to deal with madmen was to be even crazier!
The physical and magical combat turned into a display of bloody fireworks in an instant. Cultivators, driven by a mindset of not letting anyone off if they died, madly compressed their mana for the most dazzling strike of their lives.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The protective mana of cultivators trembled every moment. The blood mist scattered across the sky; what was once a verdant grassland had long turned into a cratered basin.
Above, Nezha and Wenshu looked at the tragic scene below with mixed feelings. Nezha marveled at the Blood Demon’s audacity, while Puxian gazed below with compassion. Although Puxian joined the Buddhist Sect partly for his own Dao path, he indeed had a compassionate heart.
Unfortunately, Immortals are forbidden from interfering with the Mortal World. The cause and effect of this matter spreads too wide, and not even Puxian alone could stop it.
The bloody fireworks lasted for two days. Finally, the blood mist covering thousands of miles settled completely. Below the blood mist, it could only be described as a Human Purgatory. The raging mana surges left barely an arm on the battlefield, let alone a complete corpse.
The Blood Demon always pondered how to end the war between Dao and Demon. He thought for a long time but couldn’t figure it out, so he resorted to the simplest and crudest method: if you can’t solve the problem, eliminate those causing it.
Sichuan now had no Righteous Dao or Demon Dao. All the sins, let me, the Blood Demon, bear them.
Nezha actually thought this mindset was too extreme, but luckily this wasn’t the Mortal World, or there’d be another who’d bear all burdens.
Of course, things wouldn’t end just like that. The real protagonists were about to take the stage. In the blood mist, gold and blue lights shone brilliantly, incinerating all the surrounding blood mist into nothingness.
Li Qing led Yang Yuhuan and Jing An, and the Xuantian Sect led the heavily injured Dan Chenzi through the blood mist. The previous scenes were too shocking, and even these contemporary elites couldn’t help but feel turmoil in their hearts.
Dead, everyone who came to participate in the battle was dead. Up to now, they hadn’t seen a trace of the Blood Demon.
The Xuantian Sect took Dan Chenzi to a safe place because he didn’t want his friend to lose his life in the upcoming battle.
"Blood Demon, come out. What is hiding and sneaking around?"
Jing An and Li Qing were fine, but Yang Yuhuan’s face was pale, indicating that his Mental Cultivation was much poorer than the others.
The Blood Demon sitting atop a mountain peak looked at the remaining few and wasn’t surprised. These were the people he had chosen to end his days, especially the Xuantian Sect, for he had killed their loved one. Now, for them to kill him was quite reasonable.
But he still hoped for a grand exit, hoping to at least prove he had been here.
After playing with the small bell in his hand and placing it close to his chest, the Blood Demon prepared to meet his final destiny.
"Blood Demon, come out, you coward!"
The Xuantian Sect, seeing no sign of the Blood Demon, was bloodshot with explosive emotions.
At that moment, a figure in a black robe emerged from the blood mist and chuckled lightly, "Xuantian Sect, shouldn’t you thank me? Once you’re dead and reunited with your master, no one will gossip about your affairs anymore."