Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1965: 1451: The End (2)

Capítulo 1965: Chapter 1451: The End (2)

The inhabitants of This Realm, lacking any Formation for protection and obstruction, became aware of the danger only as the assaults landed. They scrambled to counter, yet it proved too delayed!

Within moments, numerous devil beasts and demon cultivators exploded into grotesque, shredded masses, fragmented so severely that reconstructing a complete form was utterly impossible.

On the other hand, members of the Li family along with loose cultivators, protected by the Formation, stayed calm and steady, enduring significantly lighter losses.

The sole issue lay in the Formation they had recently established cracking once more! Multiple array flags shattered, rendering quick fixes unfeasible.

Moreover, the Li family lacked a third Earth Immortal Rank Defensive Array in reserve, forcing them in their urgency to deploy a Human Immortal Rank Formation instead, settling for this inferior option—better than facing the void entirely.

The conflict pressed onward, with both factions clashing in intensifying fury.

Crack!

Thunder crashed down from above, morphing into a swift beam of violet brilliance. It targeted the lead Rhino Demon, clad in heavy armor as it advanced, slamming forcefully against its frame.

Clang—

The anticipated rending of meat and snapping of bones failed to materialize. The lightning scarcely pierced the creature’s scales, halted by the dense hide underneath, which repelled the thunder from entering—merely inflicting a minor tingling sensation.

Li Xiuting’s expression remained frosty, his eyes locked sharply on the devil beast. He never anticipated such formidable resilience from his foe!

It explained the beast’s boldness in leading the charge, absorbing endless strikes and lethal techniques with its bulk.

Nevertheless, he resolved to eliminate it—to ease the pressure on his kin!

As this barrier-like devil beast absorbed vast amounts of incoming fire, countless assaults were neutralized by it, sparing the devil beasts and demon cultivators of This Realm from harm.

“Let me see just how strong your defense is—how many attacks you can truly take!”

Declaring this, Li Xiuting shaped hand seals rapidly. Above, ominous clouds churned, violet lightning bolts frenzying inside, coalescing into a thunder flood dragon that bellowed while lunging at the beast.

“Roar!”

Sensing peril from this assault, the Rhino Demon emitted a deep rumble, mobilized its full mana, and reinforced its body with multiple barriers, aiming to endure the onslaught.

Boom—

Instantly, the flood dragon swallowed the devil beast whole. The devastating thunder force hammered relentlessly, eroding its protections without mercy.

Were that the extent of it, the Rhino Demon would have felt no fear. It trusted deeply in its own toughness—but Li Xiuting’s strike held far greater complexity!

From the flood dragon’s shape, myriad tiny lightning filaments branched out, clinging to its form like leeches, binding it securely and probing ceaselessly for vulnerabilities, seeking to penetrate its tissues!

Abruptly, a single strand of thunder located a breach, forcing its way inside and summoning the rest to join.

Upon closer inspection, the lightning enveloping the Rhino Demon’s exterior now funneled toward a single point.

Roar!

From the fight’s outset, the Rhino Demon had evaded suffering—yet at this instant, it unleashed an anguished howl.

Its enormous frame, previously dominating the landscape like a mountain, abruptly toppled with a crash, tumbling repeatedly, as though the rolling might soothe the burning torment surging unceasingly inside!

However, Li Xiuting, having pinpointed the Rhino Demon’s vulnerability at last, refused to release it without consequence!

He swiftly directed the internal thunder, unleashing it in a chaotic frenzy, smashing through and devastating its fragile meridians, muscles, and vital organs.

“Aaaahhhh…”

Overwhelmed by excruciating torment, the Rhino Demon forfeited all resistance, reduced to writhing in agony, powerless to act further!

In this manner, a devil beast boasting such dreadfully robust defenses met its end through Li Xiuting’s humiliating torment!

By appearance, its corpse seemed flawlessly preserved. Without the torrent of blood gushing from its maw, nose, and every opening—pooling into a vast crimson lake around the remains—observers might mistake it for slumbering.

Huff, huff—

Although Li Xiuting seemed to vanquish the colossal beast with ease, he had in reality depleted immense mana and stamina, leaving him utterly drained.

Beyond this minor clash amid the broader war, comparable scenes erupted across the field.

In these encounters, triumphs did not always favor the Li family—defeats occurred, and frequently!

Truthfully, such outcomes were inevitable.

After all, as intruders in the Otherworld, they faced inherent repulsion and suppression, hindering the full display of their prowess and skills.

Their sole relief came from the fact that even in defeat, the toll in lives remained moderate.

Over the vast battlefield, since cultivators from the Primal Spirit Realm acted as aggressors, they bore a minor overall setback, fortunately not overwhelmingly so.

Li Zhixuan could no longer turn the battle around like earlier. Not from reluctance, but because conditions rendered it completely unfeasible!

Even repelling a batch of devil beasts and demon cultivators—then what? An infinite wave of demons always followed.

Expending her mana entirely on this group would merely plunge her allies into a hopeless chasm of inferiority.

Therefore, Li Zhixuan now employed standard strikes, countering solely the threats immediately ahead.

Nevertheless, even against multiple foes, she preserved a marginal edge!

Beneath her incisive sword qi, the Human Immortal realm devil beasts and demon cultivators confronting her could merely clench their jaws and shield themselves, striving desperately for survival and dodging harm above all.

For deep down, they understood: sustain a wound, and an unyielding barrage of focused attacks would ensue—driving them to retreat gravely harmed or perish right there!

The skirmish intensified, turning increasingly savage; losses piled up for both parties. The ground now hosted pools of blood, even weaving into meandering rivulets that flowed off into the distance, their paths unclear.

The devil army, leveraging home turf, superior numbers, and might, after extended slaughter, at last glimpsed the chance to pierce the barriers!

“Quick! Here!”

A demon cultivator swiftly rallied the surrounding devil beasts, readying a unified push to overwhelm and fracture the line at this juncture.

If achieved, breaching one section would dictate the entire conflict’s outcome, securing triumph for their forces!

Li Zhixuan observed the development with rising dread, yearning to disengage and aid. Yet her ensnaring Human Immortal adversaries refused to free her!

They unleashed their utmost power simultaneously, impeding her advance and trapping her in stalemate, preventing any reinforcement.

In that instant, the devil army nearly tasted victory, as though it lay within reach.

Yet abruptly, the unforeseen occurred!

“Die!”

A severely injured cultivator, aware of his impending demise, witnessed the devil army on the verge of overrunning the defenses and flooding the camp. Igniting his mana, he surged forward with a frenzied, rasping bellow.

Rumble—

His form turned into a churning keg of destruction—a ferocious eruption of spiritual energy detonated, pulling countless nearby devil beasts and demon cultivators into oblivion; those at a distance were hurled back by the blasting waves.

“Quick! Now! Don’t let his sacrifice go to waste!”

His detonation claimed numerous demon cultivators and devil beasts, while also entirely breaching the line. The enduring cultivators hurried in, exploiting the foes’ brief stun to patch the gap as effectively as possible.

Although the barrier now stood far feebler than previously, it at least interposed between them and catastrophe.

Still, the devil beasts and demon cultivators identified this as the defense’s weakest link, promptly shifting their barrage to focus overwhelming force upon it.

…

The sun had fully dipped beneath the horizon. As nightfall enveloped the heavens, the war-torn terrain, ravaged by celestial forces, lay strewn with cadavers, gore streaming in all directions.

Devil beast carcasses bore shards of magic artifacts—belonging to whom, impossible to tell—still embedded; demon cultivators’ remains charred to cinders by lightning strikes.

The deceased cultivators, at minimum, appeared somewhat noble—their forms largely intact.

In the dim glow, remnants of life flickered, eyes blood-veined with traces of incredulity at survival and a profound relief.

The battle had concluded!