429 - Senior Sister Is on Top

The Wrathful Deity's full-force strike, even after being diminished by two spiritual arrows, still directly claimed a thousand lives and wreaked havoc. Starting with her, the various elders and mighty figures around her followed suit, each conjuring their spells and hurling them at the distant enemy. The nearly ten thousand demon cultivators at the rear, upon seeing this, also joined the fray. In an instant, the Yellow Spring Sea flickered with the light of countless spells. Bizarre and diverse spiritual treasures sprang into action, thoroughly dispelling the few remaining wisps of fog. Spiritual waves trembled, and the seawater surged in turmoil. Yin Sheng's eyes widened in fury, and heedless of all else, he summoned the Soul Vanquishing Plate, unleashing resplendent waves of heavenly thunder and demonic light towards the denizens of the demon realm. Tang Muxi, having anticipated this move, immediately summoned the Eight Trigrams of Heaven and Earth, confronting the Soul Vanquishing Plate head-on. No words were exchanged, as an instinctual enmity emerged between spirit and demon, a loathing so profound it required no further instigation; battle was imminent. The Demon Emperor, armed with three divine artifacts in his grasp and a lingering blood feud with Tang Muxi and Jiang Yin, burned with rage at the sight of his nemeses. The Ghost Emperor also wielded three, including the Netherworld Talisman, Mortal Ink Seal, and Nine Evil Sword. However, he had been previously ordered by the "demon" not to use the Mortal Ink Seal to prevent its damage. Though he currently held the Nine Evil Sword, it despised evil and refused to be wielded by him. Thus, only the Netherworld Talisman responded to his command. Xun Yi, Wen Dai, and Yin Qing faced him together. Though they lacked a divine artifact, they matched his power with their own formidable skills, not yielding an inch. The remaining generals also clashed with opponents of similar realms, and at first glance, it seemed an even match. Yet at this moment, not only had the "demon" yet to appear, but even those mysterious talismans remained inactive. These two unforeseeable factors loomed like blades over everyone's heads, ready to fall at any moment. "Years ago, in the Heavenly Plan Secret Realm, I should have ruthlessly slaughtered you all early on!" The agony of losing his son was still fresh; Yin Sheng couldn’t forget Jiang Yin’s despicable trick of using his son’s soul remnants for a false resurrection. Clenching his fists tight, the bones in his hands crackling, the hatred in his eyes was palpable, wishing nothing more than to dismember the two people in front of him. Who could have imagined that after closing himself off to heal, these two would transform into god-emperors, ascend the tribulation, and be no longer the foundation-building novices he once manipulated? Jiang Yin sneered, "Demon Sovereign, it's simply that your skills are inferior. There's no cruelty in it. Blame only yourself for your arrogance and foolishness, allowing your enemies to roam free." The Demon Emperor's voice was icy, "You're right; it was my miscalculation. Since that is the case, today I shall correct my mistake and avenge my son!" With those final words, Yin Sheng summoned the Heaven Demon Halberd, channeling a destructive force towards Jiang Yin. This strike bore some similarity to the one that destroyed the Heavenly Plan Gate, yet it was fundamentally different. After all, that was just a projection, while now, it was his true form. **Chapter 245** For this campaign, Yin Sheng and Chao E were supremely confident. They possessed six divine artifacts in total. Despite two being unsuitable for use, the remaining ones still gave them a significant edge over the god-emperors. The cultivators on both sides were equal in numbers and cultivation levels, yet in this place, the ghost gate was shut, and the order of yin and yang was disrupted. Thus, no cultivators could die normally in this war. Chao E, with the Netherworld Talisman in hand, could easily convert fallen cultivators' souls into his own use with just a slight nudge. Given this absolute advantage, neither of them viewed this war as anything significant, seeing the god-emperors' resistance as nothing more than their final throes. However... they had completely underestimated the determination and resilience of the demon realm cultivators. Even in the face of relentless attacks from ghostly demonic cultivators, they showed no fear and withstood the joint assault from two realms. Half a day had passed, and not only did the demon cultivators show no signs of retreating, they fought with increasing vigor. Each one seemed possessed, vowing not to stop until their last breath. Chao E had seen many with unyielding spirits, preferring death over submission, but for the first time, he felt genuine apprehension facing these opponents. As he stood lost in thought, an extremely cold flame descended from the sky, aimed precisely at his vital point. Simultaneously, a massive tiger's paw swept down, carrying gusts of wind strong enough to rend space. Chao E's eyes darkened. He immediately summoned a dark soul force to form a long blade, using ghostly power to dispel the wind and tiger paw while slashing the cold flame with a backhanded strike. "Ghost Emperor, your mind seems elsewhere. Are you perhaps considering retreating?" Wen Dai, having transformed into a massive azure phoenix, loftily flapped her enormous wings. The sharp, deadly beak still held the remnants of her vital flames. Cold and frosty, the flames were intense enough to freeze meridians and flesh upon contact. Retreat was not an option, but he hadn't expected even Wen Dai to be ready to sacrifice herself. The vital flames of the Azure Luan were said to be stronger than those of the Golden Crow and the Fire Phoenix. However, these flames were linked to their life force, flourishing and waning together. Under such circumstances, few Azure Luans dared to wield their true flames in their lifetime. Yet the one before him, despite having nearly a thousand years of life left, showed no fear. Chao E, even with artifacts in hand, found no advantage against a reckless fighter like her. "Heh, such arrogance from a mere Azure Luan!" Chao E raised his hand, and a ghost talisman appeared instantly. The Netherworld Talisman, a supreme tool for controlling spirits, had limited effects on regular cultivators with untapped lifespans. Yet it held boundless nether powers; just a wisp of original soul force was enough to unleash unparalleled might. Coincidentally, Chao E’s original soul force was the finest, purest black. "Since the demon king dares to use her vital flames, I shall get serious too!" Chao E’s eyes gleamed fiercely. He drew a thread of black flame from his heart, merging it with the Netherworld Talisman. The immense ghostly power surged, instantly consuming all the spiritual power within a hundred-meter radius. The chilling nether cold pervaded, creating a ghostly domain that seemed to devour all life around it. Countless spirits emerged at the call, rushing forth from the dark domain, overwhelming and terrifying. Spectral cries and dreadful vibes filled the air, even obscuring the sunlight! Wen Dai and her companions’ faces changed drastically as they instinctively distanced themselves.