Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1952 - 1445: Explosion
Previously on Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan...
As the formidable army composed of demon cultivators and devil beasts neared the encampment, the sun dipped toward the horizon in the west, with rosy golden clouds blanketing the heavens, while the intense crimson sunlight painted the clouds in a scarlet hue reminiscent of blood, infusing the impending massive confrontation with an uncanny aura.
In his mind, Li Zhirui quietly tallied the passing moments. The instant the thirty breaths he'd coordinated with his allies elapsed, the lethal strike he'd nurtured in his hand for what felt like an eternity erupted into a flash of white light, vanishing with breathtaking swiftness.
Rumble—
Abruptly, the heavens echoed with enigmatic thunderous blasts, akin to the fury of countless lightning strikes, leaving all present reeling in vertigo and confusion.
"What happened? What’s going on?"
The demon cultivators and devil beasts positioned at the Spirit Boat's stern felt bewildered, yet an inkling of danger prickled their senses. They scanned their surroundings urgently, seeking the origin of those deafening booms.
However, the beings at the vessel's prow displayed faces twisted in horror, struggling to accept the sight unfolding right before them.
"How is this possible?! Wasn’t it said that there weren’t many invaders left in the encampment? How could they unleash attacks of such terrifying power?"
Yet amid this dire crisis, such inquiries faded from everyone's thoughts.
At this point, survival dominated their minds alone! In their frenzy, they hastily erected protective barriers, clinging to the hope that it might shield them from doom!
"Careful! Deploy your defenses quickly!"
A member of the devil race, anxious that their exposed forces would incur devastating losses, bellowed a warning to the rear ranks. Whether it reached ears or spared lives hinged on sheer fortune.
"Ugh..."
Yet in that very moment, multiple demon cultivators at the Realm of Human Immortality met abrupt and gruesome ends!
A nearer look revealed that their demises stemmed from their dantian being pierced in a flash.
At the same time, the devil race immortals concentrated on fending off the onslaught of divine powers, overlooking the strange fatalities within their own lines initially.
"Aaaah!"
"Help!"
"Someone, save me!"
...
Cries of torment and desperate calls for aid exploded across the ranks. Regardless of heeding alerts, their personal might proved insufficient against this deluge of spells, and myriad lives were pulverized into oblivion.
Beneath the ferocious onslaught of the spell surge, the devil race immortals who endured displayed fleeting gratitude for their fortune, but upon glancing rearward, shock gripped them as they discovered every demon cultivator at the Realm of Human Immortality sprawled lifelessly on the deck—devoid of any spark.
"What’s going on?! How did they just suddenly die!"
The surviving devil beast immortals deemed it inconceivable, a wave of profound dread surging within. Even minor stirrings captured their focus, as they dreaded sharing the same fate.
Yet the very next heartbeat brought a multitude of silhouettes emerging within the encampment, resolving their uncertainties.
It transpired that a vast contingent of cultivators had concealed themselves in the encampment from the start. The earlier display of frailty was nothing but a calculated trap tailored precisely for them!
But when exactly had these cultivators infiltrated?
Merely two hours had passed since their detection—a brief span that, by reason, shouldn't have permitted such a formidable assembly of cultivators.
Perhaps the Outer Realm cultivators had initiated a full-scale assault recently, eradicating or crippling Korea and Japan, enabling this rapid gathering; and by ill chance, the invading forces blundered straight into the snare!
Or conceivably, their approach had been sensed far earlier, while they lingered in oblivious arrogance, only for harsh truth to deliver a stinging rebuke!
With the clash barely underway, their faction already endured ruinous losses!
All the demon cultivators at the Realm of Human Immortality lay slain; countless demon cultivators and devil beasts fell due to sluggish responses or frail safeguards.
This devastating strike inflicted not just heavy tolls in lives but also shattered their fighting spirit.
"Excellent results!" Li Zhirui emerged gradually, eyeing the fallen demon cultivators at the Realm of Human Immortality, a grin of contentment spreading across his features.
Although this horde of devil beasts and demons still outmatched his clan in might, the ambush had at least fragmented a portion of their strength.
For example—Li Zhirui himself!
Previously, facing a complete roster of seven Human Immortals would have burdened him greatly; but now, with several demon cultivator immortals eliminated, the strain eased considerably.
Moreover, the pact between the devil race and demonic Tao had been one of parity, yet with every demon cultivator immortal perished, the demon cultivators swiftly promoted a handful of potent lone immortals as proxies to oversee the remnants.
This shift inevitably disadvantaged them against the devil race—the alliance's command thus defaulted to the devil race!
Consequently, in times of peril, the demon cultivators were bound to be thrust forward as the vanguard.
And should those demon cultivators now seek to abandon the pact, the devil race would surely deny it outright!
Any bid to escape would likely provoke the devil race to assail them swifter than the encampment's guardian cultivators.
...
"Kill!"
Exploiting the dazed state of the devil beast-demon army, Li Zhirui refused to squander the opening to claim the upper hand. He bellowed with vigor, unleashing a torrent of ice needles that rained devastation on the masses.
His kin and the affiliated loose cultivators responded without delay, swiftly weaving seals and unleashing barrages.
In an instant, a deluge of hundreds and thousands of spiritual gleams hammered down upon the foes.
Roar!
"Block it for me!"
The devil race Human Immortals bellowed, shifting into their authentic forms—colossal behemoths whose rugged, brawny frames, augmented by their incantations, repelled the onslaught, enabling them to shrug off this assault with ease.
Their prompt actions spared numerous devil beasts and demon cultivators; the slaughter didn't echo the opening catastrophe.
Additionally, after successive brushes with mortality, the devil beast-demon army regained composure, acknowledging they couldn't persist passively, and launched a savage retaliation.
Nevertheless, the Li family’s encampment was masterfully fortified, as though it foresaw assaults from local entities, rendering the entryway exceedingly confined, nestled amid a pair of soaring peaks—crafting a ravine.
This constricted route limited the influx of attackers from this domain, permitting the Li family to embed various snares inside to alter the conflict's flow.
"Kill!"
"Charge ahead! Slaughter these Outer Realm creatures!"
From the rear, the devil race relentlessly propelled waves of low-level devil beasts into the corridor, expending their bodies and existences to detonate traps and dismantle the encampment’s protective formation.
Low-level devil beasts served as disposable fodder, mere pawns; their deaths stirred no concern. The sole irritation lay in the defenses remaining intact thus far.
