Chapter 747: Chapter 747
In the midst of the battlefield, Sikong Xuan’s body was nailed to the ground like a spike, not even his clothes billowing in the slightest.
Compared to the ferocious enormity of the beast, Baili An seemed extremely weak, as if he couldn’t make a difference. Their bodies collided with intense force, and the dreadful shockwaves made the ground’s surface look as if it had been scraped by a blade, revealing the outline of the foundation stones that had been buried for a thousand years underneath Mo City.
The heavy shield in Baili An’s hand shattered on impact, and Sikong Xuan arched an eyebrow upon seeing the young man stagger, taking only half a step back, but that was all.
Amidst the scattered fragments of the heavy shield, a black Ancient Sword tore through the great force of the Wilderness beast’s charge. Baili An, with his sword in hand, leaned to the side and used half of his shoulder to collide with the beast’s horns.
The horns failed to penetrate Baili An’s body, and the lightning sphere coiling around the horns burst uncontrollably, cracking and breaking apart. The giant horns shattered, and the Wilderness beast’s limbs turned soft with pain, collapsing heavily to the ground.
The sword from Heavenly Strategy Jun Mountain pierced the beast’s skull with an unmatched force, slicing through its head until it reached and shattered the Demon Essence within.
A monster beast that had survived the Wilderness age struggled briefly on the ground, kicking up dust, and then fell silent.
Blood blossomed, then slowly receded on Baili An’s shoulder, while his clothes and flesh were blasted into a blur, with fresh blood dyeing half of his body red.
He withdrew the Heavenly Strategy Jun Mountain, and the blood that sprayed from the beast’s body stained his handsome face red.
The warm blood carried a wild and ferocious aura, and Baili An couldn’t help but lick the fresh blood that had splashed on his lips. The cold blood within his body started to boil with a rising fighting spirit.
The remaining malevolent force in his hand, holding the remnants of the Heavenly Mystery Umbrella, became even more concentrated and intense after a fierce battle.
Sikong Xuan suddenly met his blood-filled eyes and couldn’t help but shiver, his brows knitting together in concern as he gazed at the corpse of the Wilderness beast, with a particularly solemn expression.
The wounded shoulder of Baili An, where flesh and blood blurred together, began to form a crimson red spider lily. As it climbed up half of his face, it cast an indescribable aura of loneliness and menace.
The Personal Guard Army that had surrounded the young man had been decimated by a single sword strike, leaving the area empty. Nothing and no one stood in the way within a hundred-meter distance between the two men.
As a military strategist who had once climbed the Immortal Island, a land free of Demon taint, Sikong Xuan had always relied not on external blessings or protection but on his own merits.
Beyond his terrifying intellect, Sikong Xuan’s cultivation was exceedingly powerful. He watched Baili An intently and spoke slowly, "Since I became a Demon through tribulation ten years ago, I haven’t crossed hands with a Cultivator of the Chengling Realm. Today, it seems, I will have to break that rule."
With the defenses broken, Sikong Xuan stood still with his right palm raised. Sand rose from the ground as power that merged dragons and tigers under his palm seemed to carve through the night sky, each vibration of his Daoist Skill containing the grandeur of monumental opening and closing.
Two towering Demon Forms shaped like mountains rose on either side of him, as serpentine as dragons emerging from the sea, as magnificent as mountains rising. The ground beneath Baili An’s feet suddenly sank, and the domain around him became like a river, engulfing him within the Earth’s watery depths.
He was flanked by mountains and stood above a river.
Within this area of ever-shifting forces, Baili An, like water in the Chenyuan, felt the pressure as the mountains on either side of him leaned in, threatening to crush him in the narrow river.
Moving mountains and shaping seas was something only Immortals could do.
And since he had not yet faced tribulation, he was not an Immortal.
Sikong Xuan stood firmly, his gaze tranquil, watching the young man being swallowed by the formation, thinking that no matter how strong his flesh, he was still a mere Cultivator who hadn’t yet escaped the mortal coil, unable to contend with the true Immortal Demon Divine Skills.
Yet before he could even lift his head, waiting for the young man’s demise,
The besieged Baili An tossed his sword high into the air, vanishing into the dark night.
Baili An spread his arms on both sides, pressing against the mountain walls, with himself at the center.
With a surge of tremendous strength, the converging mountains that were about to merge into the river were slowly pushed apart once again!
Sikong Xuan was stunned, his eyes wide open in disbelief. How could such a being exist, one who could resist the grand forces with just his physical physique alone!
Little did he know that after a baptism of war, Baili An, a new corpse demon of the Royal Family, not yet two years since his awakening, was demonstrating the true might of his Undying Body for the first time!
Sikong Xuan drew a cold breath, exchanging the air in his lungs with a realization that he could not delay any longer. Prepared to deal a lethal blow to Baili An, the Manxie army had also begun to close in on Ning Feiyan’s direction on the city walls.
At this moment, Baili An shared a similar intent to Sikong Xuan.
He took a stride, shattering the river beneath his feet, and with a punch, he destroyed the mountain aura on one side, claiming the long-concealed Jade Flute of Divination.
The Yin Jade at the end of the flute wept blood, and as he blew, the plaintive sound of the flute rose, like a ghostly melody in the midst of a chaotic night.
A full moon in the sky seemed to be devoured by something, gradually waning to a crescent.
Upon the battlefield, where the bodies of the Manxie Winged Demons lay dead on the ground, they began to rise to their feet amidst the haunting flute melody. Parts of their bodies that had been blown to pieces somehow rejoined in a morass of yin energy, completing the ghastly form of a Ghost General.