Longzang

Chapter 903 Going upstream
Wei Yuan ignored the changes in the outside world and continued to concentrate on studying history.

The Flame Demon would only throw some weak war beasts into the fortress to create chaos, while it would obediently attack the city step by step. It wouldn't even jump high, let alone fly, and no one knew why.

The fortress was heavily fortified with powerful sorcerers, and the houses and courtyards were like fortresses. Even if the Flame Demon army stormed in, it would not be able to shake the city's defenses.

The ground continued to tremble, but Wei Yuan ignored it. He figured he wouldn't be able to participate in the battle anyway, and there were definitely powerful sorcerers secretly stationed in all directions to prevent any fire demons from getting close to him.

At this moment, Wei Yuan held a piece of jade paper in his hand, deep in thought as he looked at the image of the Flame Demons on it. The heads of these Flame Demons resembled those of faceless humans, with only a thin, long slit across their entire faces where their eyes would be, emitting a dark red light.

Wei Yuan stared at the thin slit, lost in thought. If this were an eye, what kind of light could it see, and why was it a long, thin slit? Immortal Lord Yan Shi once proposed a special eye structure that could see images that others could not, but those were two thin slits, not one.

Just as he was deep in thought, there was a sudden thud, as if something had hit the door of the library.

Wei Yuan felt a jolt in his heart, as if something had been touched. He examined himself with his divine sense, and with the blessing of the Daoist mental cultivation method, he immediately saw the source of his sudden impulse: True Steel.

Zhen Gang was responsible for guarding outside the library hall to prevent the enemy from disturbing Wei Yuan. Could it be that Zhen Gang was the one who just rammed the door?
Wei Yuan put down the book in his hand, climbed the steps, and arrived at the gate of the library hall, where he opened the door. Instantly, a stench of blood assaulted his senses, and roars, shouts, and screams mingled together, slamming hard into Wei Yuan's face.

Zhen Gang stood like a mountain, wielding an axe in both hands, blocking the entrance to the palace. However, his upper body was completely red, and a huge gash on his shoulder had almost severed one of his arms and his shoulder at the same time!
Zhen Gang brandished his battle axe with one hand and roared, "Come on! If your grandfather takes a step back, it's all because of your witch!"

A streak of dark light flashed and instantly appeared before Zhen Gang!
Zhen Gang's eyes widened, and he only had time to think: It seems I've gone too far with my boast today...

But suddenly the scenery in front of them shifted horizontally, and the dark light suddenly changed direction and flew straight into the sky!

Wei Yuan moved the steel aside with his left hand, flicked away the crossbow bolt that had turned into black light with a spear, then stepped forward and was in front of the Flame Demon holding the crossbow in one step, piercing through its throat with a spear!
This shot was clear and straightforward, without any fancy moves. It was just fast, so fast that even though Yan Yao, known for his speed and reflexes, knew exactly where the shot was going to hit, he couldn't dodge it.

This shot was extremely powerful. Although it carried no smoke or fire, it pierced through the powerful Flame Demon as easily as piercing a paper doll.

As 'Crush the Strong' was activated, the upper body of the Flame Demon exploded instantly, turning into a rain of blood.

Wei Yuan didn't look at the results of the battle, but instead looked at Zhen Gang and asked, "Can you still hold on?"

Blood kept gushing from Zhen Gang's mouth as he struggled to say, "I'm alright... These fire demons are very powerful. My brothers around here... are all dead. They didn't even have time to... let out a roar. I'm really useless. I can only do my best to hold... the door..."

Wei Yuan shouted, "Shut up! Maintain the Dharma form!"

But large mouthfuls of blood continued to gush from Zhen Gang's mouth. Wei Yuan knew something was wrong and swiftly pressed his hand on Zhen Gang's body. At this moment, he could no longer care about hiding it and directly used the Soul-Illuminating Secret Technique used by Xuanming Palace to revive a life. A ball of white light entered Zhen Gang's body.

The steel body emitted a hazy white light, and a faint, ethereal shadow floated out from it, then dissipated into tiny particles without any wind.

Wei Yuan's face was ashen; his soul had already left his body and dissipated, even the Xuanming Palace's Soul-Illuminating Secret Technique couldn't hold it back. He reached out and touched Zhen Gang's forehead; sure enough, his sea of ​​consciousness had been completely shattered, a complete mess inside.

At this moment, the energy behind him suddenly solidified, and the surrounding world became silent, as if separated from the entire desolate realm.

Wei Yuan slowly turned around and saw a special fire demon appear behind him. This fire demon had a golden vertical line on its face and was looking down at the half-destroyed fire demon body on the ground, its whole body trembling.

The Flame Demon suddenly roared to the sky, and ripples appeared around its body, causing the surrounding rocks to explode in minute ways.

Wei Yuan felt a tingling sensation on his body, and several parts of his flesh writhe uncontrollably, as if they were about to burst open. But he tightened his body and immediately suppressed the strange sensation.

This fire demon is crying out...

Wei Yuan used his divine sense to receive and perceive the vibrations that these people could not hear with their ears. Combining this with the vocabulary of the Flame Demon he had just learned, he captured a few words: love, loss, revenge.

The surrounding space suddenly darkened, and the temperature rose sharply, as if we were in a world of lava!

The Flame Demon with golden markings on its face was already at the Imperial Realm. At this moment, it had already released its Mind World, isolating itself from heaven and earth, and suppressed Wei Yuan with immense pressure. Then, a dark curved blade shot out from its forearm and slashed down at Wei Yuan! Wei Yuan had already scanned the surroundings with his divine sense. There were several strange spaces inside and outside the fortress, and terrifying power was erupting in waves. All the Desolate Witches inside the fortress were tightly entangled, and the Molten Dragon was being besieged by five Imperial Realm Flame Demons.

On his first day at Fengmang, Yanhu said there was no need to fear the overwhelming military might of the Yanyao. Firstly, the size of the fortress was designed according to the strength of the defending forces; the fortress would only be expanded as the military strength increased.

Secondly, the guardian of the Desolate Realm is the Nine-Eyed Heavenly Witch. His nine eyes can see all parts of the Desolate Realm. Although he is not omniscient, such a major event as the Flame Demons launching a large-scale attack on the fortress must be seen by the Nine-Eyed Heavenly Witch.

Once Nine Eyes sees something, he can instantly appear within sight, so he can provide timely assistance to any fortress in crisis.

But Yan Hu added that he didn't mean to be too afraid, but that sometimes Lord Nine Eyes' reactions were a bit slow. As for why he was slow, those who knew dared not say, and those who didn't know dared not ask.

At this moment, Wei Yuan did not feel the slightest bit that he was being watched.

The Heavenly Witch's gaze could not escape Wei Yuan's perception, who possessed innate supernatural hearing and great fortune. At this moment, for some reason, Nine Eyes did not look in this direction. Logically speaking, the battle had been going on for some time, so why hadn't Nine Eyes reacted yet?
However, Wei Yuan didn't care whether Jiu Mu would come or not. He just wanted to make sure that Jiu Mu's gaze wasn't fixed on them.

The Flame Demon's blade was about to strike Wei Yuan's head when it suddenly withdrew, and then the power of the world's suppression increased several times over! That last strike was just a feint, but the Flame Demon was already filled with hatred and wanted to use its cultivation level to suppress Wei Yuan, forcibly crushing him with the power of its mental world!
Wei Yuan felt the weight on his body, then looked at his hands, which were covered in blood—the blood of real steel.

This somewhat dim-witted, country-born power sorcerer not only contributed the highest level of fortune but also unhesitatingly sacrificed his life. Wei Yuan was even somewhat baffled as to why he did it—just for worship and a promise? Wasn't he afraid of death? If he truly wasn't afraid of death, he wouldn't have survived in the Desolate Realm until now, nor would he have been forced to call Wei Yuan "Master" when he couldn't defeat him.

Such a powerful sorcerer, to die only today, is quite lucky... right?
Wei Yuan suddenly looked up, and a full moon faintly appeared in his eyes. A phantom of the moon appeared around him, and the moonlight directly blocked the power of heaven and earth!

He then stepped forward, simultaneously activating 'Protect Master,' 'Break Through Void,' and 'Destroy Solidity,' his spear piercing through the Flame Demon in the blink of an eye before it could react!
Wei Yuan withdrew his spear and thrust again, leaving three transparent holes in the Flame Demon's body from top to bottom with three consecutive thrusts!

With a deafening boom, the Flame Demon shattered, turning into a rain of blood!
However, the surrounding天地力 (heaven and earth power) did not dissipate. Under the terrifying pressure, the scattered flesh and blood of the Flame Demon reassembled, transforming into a Flame Demon that looked like it had been haphazardly sculpted, with even golden patterns appearing in several places on its body. Without a word, it turned and fled!
But Wei Yuan threw out his spear, and [Compassion] transformed into a streak of lightning, instantly piercing through the fleeing Flame Demon and shooting it down from mid-air!

Wei Yuan reached out again, and the spear pierced through the void and returned to his hand.

The world of the Flame Demon Heart dissipated, and the separated space returned to the desolate realm, once again filled with the sounds of battle and desolate roars.

Wei Yuan looked around and discovered a breach in the fortress wall, through which a large force of fire demons was pouring into the fortress. The power shamans on both sides were fighting desperately to seal the breach, but despite their relentless attacks, they were always just a hair's breadth away from succeeding.

Outside the fortress, a battlefield shook violently, even the seemingly indestructible earth was constantly exploding, and boulders weighing tens of thousands of kilograms were flying into the sky. This was almost a world-destroying power; it was the battlefield of the Molten Dragon.

He fought five Flame Demons at the peak of the Imperial Realm, his body, which was as hard as a celestial artifact, was covered in wounds. But he still lashed out with his long tail, which instantly extended 30,000 feet, and wrapped around one of the Flame Demons next to Flame Tiger, dragging him back to his side.

With a long roar, Yan Hu was spitting blood from every wound on his body, but he was as if he had been reborn, and he regained his immense strength. He grabbed a fire demon and tore it in half.

The fire demons rushing through the breach in the city wall suddenly seemed to have crashed into a wall. Those in front remained still, while those behind continued to push forward. The fire demons caught in the middle did not know what was happening, but were squeezed and screamed in pain.

Unseen by them, at the very front of the procession appeared a thin, ugly shaman, wielding an ordinary spear. His attacks were unremarkable, consisting only of relentless thrusting. Yet, with each thrust, he took down a fire demon.

Flame demons are sentient beings, capable of joy, anger, sorrow, fear, and anxiety. The flame demon at the front of the group was completely consumed by fear and tried to retreat, but was held back by the flame demons behind it. On both sides were power sorcerers, their eyes bloodshot with rage, unable to push their way through.

Whether the Flame Demon retreats, dodges, or charges forward desperately, the outcome is the same: no one gets an extra shot, and no one can avoid a single shot.

No matter how the Flame Demons responded, Wei Yuan simply kept firing his spear, his eyes already bloodshot, as he charged towards the city wall against the surging tide of Flame Demons. The entire Flame Demon squad was forced to retreat step by step.

At this moment, Wei Yuan was like a lone fish swimming against the current.

Wind and rain, spears and blades, cleave the heavens; turbid waves surge, mountains seem about to topple. If only I could transform into a dragon and ascend, its sharp edge would illuminate ten thousand miles of night!

(End of this chapter)