953: Chapter 954 The Final Battle Erupts

Upon hearing this, Xin Yuelan's small face immediately fell, looking somewhat aggrieved and indignant.

"Auntie! It's better if you don't mention it, but now that you have, I'm furious! It's all because of that bastard Disciple of the Yin Yang Sect, Yao Delong!"

"Twice now, he has ruined my plans! And, and..."

She seemed to think of something embarrassing and irritating, stamping her foot.

"Once this great war is over, Auntie, you must help me teach him a lesson! Capture him and make him my slave!"

Xin Yingying narrowed her red eyes slightly. She had indeed heard that her precious niece had encountered danger twice in the Ba Xia Dynasty.

It seemed both times were inextricably linked to that newly risen Daoist Seed of the Yin Yang Sect, Yao Delong.

She reached out to stroke Xin Yuelan's white hair, promising dotingly:

"Alright, alright. When the matters here are concluded, Auntie will personally take action."

"I'll teach that arrogant Yao Delong a proper lesson for you and vent your frustration."

"Auntie is the best!"

Xin Yuelan immediately beamed, as if she could already see Yao Delong being trampled under her feet, smiling like a little fox that had just stolen a treat.

Thousands of miles away, deep within Blood Sea City.

Inside a temporary Secret Chamber shrouded by layers of Restrictions.

Yao Delong sat cross-legged, his concentration heightened, with an ancient three-legged Cauldron floating before him.

A divine fire blazed beneath the Cauldron, and the medicinal liquid inside churned, emitting a refreshing yet powerful fragrance filled with energy.

He was carefully adding several rare auxiliary materials into it, preparing to refine a batch of high-grade Foundation Consolidation Pills—'jellybeans'—for Qiong Shuang to stabilize her cultivation.

His technique was consummate, and the pill Qi was dense.

Just at this critical moment of focused tranquility—

"A-choo!"

Without any warning, Yao Delong let out a thunderous sneeze!

The massive impact of the airflow almost caused the divine fire beneath the Cauldron to spiral out of control! The Cauldron even vibrated and hummed several times!

"Hiss..."

Yao Delong quickly steadied his mind, performing several hand seals to stabilize the Pill Fire.

Rubbing his nose, he muttered with a bewildered look, "Strange... who's talking about me behind my back?"

He had no idea that he had already been targeted by the Demonic Path Saintess, and even more so, marked by two Body Integration Realm Devil Heads.

Qiong Shuang leaned against the entrance of the Secret Chamber, acting as his Protector. Her emerald Dragon pupils glanced inside, and the corners of her mouth curled into a slight smile.

Big brother sneezes even while performing Alchemy? That's truly rare.

The night grew deeper.

Inside and outside Blood Sea City, countless Cultivators waited in full battle gear.

In the direction of Tianlan City, a murderous aura faintly gathered into clouds.

At the Sun Moon Divine Cult camp, the Devilish Qi was grim, like a crouching Vicious Beast.

And in the distant sky, even thicker dark clouds seemed to be quietly gathering.

The dead silence before the storm had reached its peak.

As dawn broke, it should have been a time when all things awakened with vibrant energy.

However, the sky to the east of Tianlan City was tightly covered by a layer of ink-thick, churning demonic clouds.

The sunlight struggled to tear through the gaps, but what spilled down was cold light carrying a sinister chill.

Woo—woo—woo—!!!

The desolate and magnificent war horns pierced the sky, followed by deafening, dense drumbeats!

Outside Tianlan City, dense crowds of pitch-black warships, like a plague of locusts passing through,

Tore away their final disguise, revealing their hideous fangs!

On the broadside of every warship, thick cannon barrels shimmered with a heart-palpitating eerie light—a sign that spiritual energy had accumulated to its limit and was about to erupt!

"The Sun Moon Divine Cult is launching a general offensive! Activate the formation—!" Inside Tianlan City, a hoarse roar pierced through the drumming.

Instantly, a massive golden light curtain soared into the sky, enveloping the entire majestic city. Almost at the very moment the light curtain formed!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Countless blinding torrents of energy, like a divine punishment ending the world, poured down from the warships!

They smashed ruthlessly against the golden light curtain!

The light curtain shook violently, letting out groans as it struggled under the burden, while wave-like ripples spread frantically.

Every impact made the low-stage Nine Nether Sect Disciples stationed on the city walls turn pale, their bodies swaying on the verge of collapse.

Below, the Sun Moon Divine Cult's army of demonic Cultivators, already assembled and waiting, was like an unleashed black torrent.

Carrying a suffocating pressure of Devilish Qi and letting out ghost-like wails and wolf-like howls, they charged boldly toward the city walls!

The dense flashes of Spells, self-detonating evil objects, and fearless impacts were like a black tidal wave,

Crashing wave after wave against the Nine Nether Sect's defensive works, which were temporarily constructed using the mountain terrain, Talismans, and flesh and blood.

Every collision between Devilish Qi and spiritual light erupted in ear-piercing shrieks and destructive shockwaves.

Atop a floating black demonic boat in the distance, Xin Yingying stood in elegant palace attire,

Her cold gaze looking down at this chaotic meat grinder.

Her skin was whiter than snow, and her temperament was ethereal, yet at this moment, she was like an Asura controlling a chess match.

The battle seemed to be advancing bit by bit in a direction favorable to the Sun Moon Divine Cult.

The numerical advantage of high-stage Cultivators was slowly being converted into an advance on the battlefield. But Xin Yingying's brow furrowed slightly.

"The consumption is too high..." She spoke softly, her voice as cold as the Nine Nether winds.

"This bone of Tianlan City is harder to crack than expected."

"Pass the order: slow down the offensive on the east and west flanks, focusing on containment to keep the main force of the Nine Nether Sect pinned here."

"As long as the east and west lines are taken, cutting off their arms and passages, this Tianlan City..."

"...will be a solitary city! Then we shall crush them with thunderous momentum!"

Her gaze inadvertently swept toward the west, as if piercing through the distance of space.

There lay the other center of the storm—Blood Sea City.

Outside Blood Sea City, the sound of killing shook the heavens!

The Nine Nether Sect had received strict orders from Tianlan City and had urgently mobilized many elite Disciples and materials from the rear as support,

Allowing this important western stronghold to barely maintain a defensive line.

But at this moment, under the frantic assault of demonic Cultivators with an absolute numerical advantage,

This defensive line was like a small boat tossing in a storm, constantly being compressed and torn apart!

On the city walls, Old Black Mu was covered in blood, with several new bloody gashes across his bronze-colored face.

The spiritual armor on his body was damaged in many places, revealing the knotted muscles and mangled flesh beneath.

He panted heavily, a Ghost-head Greataxe as wide as a door panel in his hand still dripping with thick demonic blood.

He looked at the demonic Cultivators swarming like a tide below, then at his own crumbling lines, a flash of determination in his eyes!

He turned abruptly toward Yao Delong, who had been standing with his hands behind his back as if admiring a battlefield painting,

And toward the grey-robed old man who sat cross-legged with eyes closed like withered wood, his aura as deep as an abyss and as steady as a mountain—

Grand Elder Mo Wentian of the Early Stage Body Integration Realm. He cupped his fists and bowed deeply, his voice hoarse but carrying an unquestionable plea:

"Uncle Yao! Old Ancestor Mo! The situation is critical! We need to tear an opening to steady our footing! I beg you two to... cover me!"

Without waiting for a response, a bloody light flashed in Old Black Mu's eyes as he let out a heaven-shaking tiger roar:

"Core Elders of the Nine Nether Sect, follow me—kill!"

He was like a black arrow shot from a bow, carrying a sky-piercing Evil Qi, leading several other Void Refining Stage Elders who were also covered in blood

And possessed fierce gazes, as they boldly crashed into the heart of the most intense battlefield below!

Their targets were those high-stage enemy Devil Heads who were wreaking havoc among the low-stage Disciples!

"Hmph! Finally couldn't hold back anymore? The old dogs of the Nine Nether Sect have entered the fray!"

An icy voice rang out from within the Sun Moon Divine Cult camp.