Translator: CinderTL
After clearing Azure Cloud Island of demons, the Wu Ji Sect's fleet continued its journey.
A day later, a dark coastline appeared on the horizon.
"All hands, prepare! We've reached Fangzhudao," Ye Hua announced.
Hearing this, the Wu Ji Sect disciples aboard the ten giant flying ships rose to their feet and gazed toward the island.
Fangzhudao spanned over 50,000 kilometers, and from their vantage point, they could only see an endless stretch of coastline.
On the flagship, Yin Shuo's gaze burned like lightning as he fixed his eyes on the island.
"What's the Liangyi Sect's position?" he demanded.
"They just passed through the Starry Line Formation and contacted us," Ye Hua replied. "They're less than a thousand kilometers from Fangzhudao."
Yin Shuo glanced southward. Two hundred kilometers away, nine warships of the Cui Clan were rapidly approaching.
"Notify the Cui Clan and the Liangyi Sect," Yin Shuo commanded, his voice cold and resolute, each word ringing with steely resolve. "The time for the final battle against the demons has come."
Ye Hua immediately relayed the order to the disciples below deck, who promptly contacted the Cui Clan and the Liangyi Sect.
At the same time, Ye Hua ordered the ten flying ships to accelerate to full speed toward Fangzhudao.
As Fangzhudao drew closer, its coastline gradually sharpened into focus, revealing the island's landscape to the approaching fleets.
Flocks of demonic birds soared along the coastal cliffs, while countless aquatic demons darted through the azure waves near the shore, their forms appearing and disappearing amidst the ripples.
It was clear that the Demon Race had long detected the approaching cultivator armies of the Cui Clan and the Liangyi Sect and were prepared for battle.
Yin Shuo emerged from his Giant Flying Ship and positioned himself at the head of his fleet. Meanwhile, the Cui Clan's ships steadily approached, and Cui Xuanjing joined Yin Shuo's side.
"Kill!"
Yin Shuo roared like a celestial dragon, his voice shaking the very heavens.
Leading by example, Yin Shuo and Cui Xuanjing charged forward, spearheading the assault on Fangzhudao. Behind them, nineteen Giant Flying Ships followed like shadows, a steel tide bearing down relentlessly on the island.
Yin Shuo struck first.
With a guttural exhale, he unleashed an endless torrent of Corpse Qi, which coalesced into a black mist dragon and surged toward Fangzhudao.
Immediately afterward, Cui Xuanjing released a massive wave of Ghost Qi, transforming it into a colossal serpent of spectral energy that coiled menacingly toward the island.
The combined assault of two top-tier cultivators from the demonic path descended like the end of days, stirring the winds and clouds and plunging the heavens and earth into darkness.
Birds on Fangzhudao Island took flight in panic, while sea demons dove deep into the ocean's depths.
"Yin Shuo, Cui Xuanjing, cease your rampage!"
A humanoid puppet towering a hundred zhang tall suddenly materialized on the cliff overlooking the shore. Its massive frame gleamed with cold metallic light, etched with intricate runes that seemed to contain world-shattering power.
Perched atop the puppet's head was a small figure wielding a green wooden ruler. Emerald light coiled around the ruler, and a slender vine emerged from the radiant glow.
The vine thickened and lengthened rapidly, soaring skyward like an awakened dragon. It transformed into a colossal green whip that lashed out fiercely at the Corpse Qi dragon and Ghost Qi python.
The three entities collided violently in mid-air with a thunderous impact, shattering into fragments upon impact.
Ghost Qi, Corpse Qi, and splinters of wood, propelled by a terrifying lingering force, surged outward in all directions.
The sea churned into monstrous waves.
On the coast, countless boulders tumbled from the cliffs, raising plumes of dust that blotted out the sky.
"All ships, halt your advance and activate defensive formations!" Ye Hua roared.
The nineteen Giant Flying Ships of the Wu Ji Sect and Cui Clan immediately lit up their defensive barriers and came to a standstill.
The battle between Peak Nascent Soul cultivators was far beyond their ability to intervene.
Yin Shuo glared at the figure atop the giant puppet's head, his eyes flashing with icy light.
"Xing Wenyao, I didn't expect you to have reached the Peak Nascent Soul stage as well. It seems the Demon Race treats its dogs well, fattening you up nicely."
Xing Wenyao retorted, "Yin Shuo, spare me your petty taunts. Since your Wu Ji Sect and Cui Clan have come seeking death, don't even think about escaping! Today marks the downfall of your two great demonic forces!"
"Traitor of the human race, how dare you open your dog mouth!" Yin Shuo snarled.
Suddenly, a Corpse Coffin materialized before him. Over ten feet long and shimmering with crimson light, it spewed forth an endless torrent of Corpse Qi—a chilling and intensely concentrated miasma.
The Corpse Qi coalesced without dispersing, clinging tightly to the coffin. Layer upon layer accumulated, gradually solidifying into a pitch-black mountain a hundred feet tall.
"Go!"
With a soft exhale, Yin Shuo sent the small mountain soaring into the air, hurtling down towards Xing Wenyao with overwhelming force.
Suddenly, the green wooden ruler in Xing Wenyao's hand sprouted numerous thick vines. Intertwining and spiraling skyward, they formed a massive, winding ladder that crashed violently against the mountain's base.
The mountain's descent halted abruptly.
Yet neither force prevailed; the mountain and vines locked in a stalemate, neither able to dislodge the other.
The lid of the blood coffin burst open, and a ten-zhang-tall Corpse Puppet leaped out. This was unmistakably a Peak Fourth-Tier Golden Corpse, emerging from the thick mountain of Corpse Qi and lunging towards Xing Wenyao with ferocious speed.
Xing Wenyao retreated a hundred zhang in a flash. His humanoid puppet surged skyward, raising its colossal palm and swinging a devastating blow at the Golden Corpse.
The Golden Corpse, wreathed in surging Corpse Qi, met the blow head-on.
Boom!
Despite its immense size, the puppet reeled backward from the impact of the diminutive Golden Corpse. Each step shattered the earth, shaking the mountain violently.
Seizing the opportunity, the Golden Corpse attempted to flank the puppet and attack Xing Wenyao directly. But the puppet steadied itself and swung its giant palm again, aiming for the corpse.
Meanwhile, Cui Xuanjing, observing Yin Shuo's temporary failure to subdue Xing Wenyao, summoned a Ghost Head Blade. The blade, seemingly unremarkable in its approach, sped silently towards Xing Wenyao.
Awooo!
Suddenly, a dragon's roar reverberated across the battlefield.
A massive Flood Dragon's head burst from the sea, its crimson jaws gaping wide. With a ferocious exhale, it spat countless black water droplets that shot forth like a torrential rain, hurtling towards the Ghost Head Blade.
The dense, black droplets covered a vast area, leaving the Ghost Head Blade no room to evade. Each impact caused a layer of ice crystals to rapidly form across its surface.
As the barrage continued, the ice crystals grew thicker and heavier.
Gradually, the Ghost Head Blade began to buckle under the weight, its speed plummeting dangerously close to a crash.
Forced to act, Cui Xuanjing channeled all his power into the Ghost Head Blade, unleashing a razor-sharp aura to shatter the ice crystals.
But no sooner had the ice shattered than another wave of black droplets crashed down, instantly reforming the icy prison. This left Cui Xuanjing utterly unable to intervene in the battle between Yin Shuo and Xing Wenyao.
"Mystic Flood Dragon!" Cui Xuanjing roared in fury. "I swear, one day I'll strip your scales, flay your flesh, and forge Mystic Treasures from your bones!"
The Flood Dragon blocking Cui Xuanjing's path was none other than the Mystic Flood Dragon that Song Wen had encountered years ago during the Demon Race's surprise attack on the Liangyi Sect and siege of Four Symbols City.
"All disciples of the Wu Ji Sect, heed my command!" Ye Hua, who had remained at the rear of the battlefield until now, suddenly bellowed.
"Immediately form the Ten Directions Heavenly Demon Formation to aid Demon Lord Yin Shuo!"
(End of the Chapter)
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