Guan Jun was already wounded, a deep gash on his left arm exposing bone, blood gushing out and staining half his robe red.
However, the enemies were clearly stronger, and they held the numerical advantage.
These black-robed cultivators practised eerie techniques, striking with ruthless malice, carrying an aura of pure destruction and plunder.
Yama Heaven Sect disciples were constantly being hit by cruel spells during the resistance. Their protective astral qi shattered. Their bodies were either corroded into white bones or torn apart by violent energy, blood staining the sky.
The wails of the wounded and the grief over fallen comrades intertwined into a song of despair.
“Heh heh heh…”
From the enemy ranks, a tall, thin black-robed leader with a sinister face and deep-set eyes like a skull’s emitted a piercing cold laugh. “Guan Jun, why stubbornly resist to the end? We are both demonic cultivators. Look at your Yama Heaven Sect now. What has it become?
You actually submit at the feet of a human cultivator, wagging your tails and begging for pity! You have truly lost all face for us demonic cultivators!”
Guan Jun thrust his spear to repel the enemies before him, glaring furiously at the leader. “Nonsense! You scum of the Heavenly Evil Sect! Mr Chen is an honoured guest of our Yama Heaven Sect, and even more so our benefactor!
How could lowly opportunists like you, who only know how to take advantage of others’ weakness, slander him? The demonic path also values loyalty and righteousness! It is not like you, committing acts of bandits!”
The black-robed leader was none other than the person in charge of the Heavenly Evil Sect’s operation this time, known as the Ghost Bone Daoist.
Hearing this, the sarcasm on his face grew thicker. “Loyalty and righteousness? How much are they worth? Power is eternal! Those who know the times are the heroes. Guan Jun, for the sake of us both being from the demonic path, if you surrender now and hand over Yan Nantian, along with that Chen Ping, I might spare the lives of these low-level disciples.
Otherwise… today will mark the day the Yama Heaven Sect is erased!”
“Dream your bloody spring and autumn dreams!”
Guan Jun cursed furiously. Demonic essence burned wildly within his body. Ignoring his injuries, he charged forward again with his spear. “Disciples of Yama Heaven Sect, we would rather die than surrender! Kill!”
“Stubborn fools! Slaughter them all!”
The Ghost Bone Daoist snorted coldly and waved his hand, signalling his subordinates to intensify the assault.
Even fiercer attacks came like a storm.
The defensive line of the Yama Heaven Sect was battered into disarray. Disciples fell one after another.
Fewer and fewer usable people remained around Guan Jun. He himself was at the end of his strength, sustaining new wounds, his aura weakening. The defensive line was on the verge of complete collapse.
Just at this critical moment,
“Ang!”
A dragon roar that pierced metal and stone, containing supreme majesty and fury, exploded like thunder from the nine heavens, suddenly resounding from the distant sky!
This dragon roar was so vast that it instantly overwhelmed all the noise on the battlefield, causing everyone’s eardrums to buzz and their minds to tremble violently!
Immediately following were a second, a third… Hundreds of dragon roars converged, forming a substantial torrent of sound waves, carrying the aura of the primordial wilderness, ancient and domineering, sweeping across heaven and earth!
The sky suddenly darkened.
It was not clouds blocking the sun, but countless enormous and ferocious dragon bodies obscuring the light!
At the forefront was a figure in green robes, standing tall and straight, his face cold and stern, his eyes calm yet containing a chilling gleam that made hearts palpitate. It was none other than Chen Ping!
He stepped through the void at a steady pace, as if treading on the pulse of heaven and earth. Every step caused the hearts of both sides below to convulse.
Behind him, to the left, was Old Black, whose body was as massive as a mountain range, scales glinting with cold light, dragon eyes glaring like two blood moons.
To the right was Cen Biqing, graceful and agile, with cyan scales like jade, surrounded by the clear and cold aura of a cyan dragon.
Further back were hundreds of true dragons, each of different forms but without exception exuding terrifying dragon might!
Fire dragons, thunder dragons, wind dragons, water dragons… Their enormous bodies filled the sky. The shadows they cast were like a curtain of death, enveloping the entire Heavenly Evil Sect formation.
