Daqin Zhentiansi

Undisguised admiration flashed in Ying Wuji's icy eyes.

Bai Qi's lips seemed to curve into a barely perceptible smile.

Emperor Yuankang, Ying Chuan, slowly turned around, his gaze piercing through the light screen and landing on Zhang Yuan.

Finally, he looked towards the distant Penglai Island, his majestic and steady voice resounding throughout the Ziji Palace and also through the light screen to the Penglai Immortal Island altar.

"Lord Qingyang and all the generals have worked hard and made great contributions!"

His gaze swept over Xuanzhen and the others, his tone carrying an unquestionable kingly authority: "The matter of Penglai, being a matter concerning the common origin of the human race of the Nine Provinces, is also a matter concerning the Great Qin!"

"The boundless sea serves as a barrier, and also as a barrier for the Great Qin!"

"I have received the battle report. Your merits in this battle will be rewarded upon your triumphant return!"

He didn't offer any words of comfort, but his words directly included Penglai within the scope of protection that the Great Qin could reach, and regarded the Boundless Sea Barrier as the Great Qin's barrier!

Meanwhile, the words "I have received the battle report" further demonstrate the imperial majesty and control, as if the great battle that took place hundreds of millions of miles away was nothing more than the tip of his finger.

These words stirred the hearts of all the cultivators in Penglai, as if they had found the most solid support. They also gave Zhuang Zhou and the others in the Ziji Palace a deeper understanding of the strength of the Great Qin and the magnanimity of the emperor.

On the immortal island, Xuanzhen and the others prostrated themselves on the ground: "Thank you for your great grace, Your Majesty! Long live the Great Qin!"

Zhang Yuan clasped his hands and bowed, saying, "Your subject obeys! I will certainly not fail Your Majesty's trust!"

……

Yuntai Immortal Island.

Above the sky, the gap that had been cleaved open by the Qin fleet was instantly filled back by an even more surging demonic energy!
Those inky black clouds, reeking of sulfur, seemed to be violently stirred by an invisible giant hand burning with hellfire!
"Rumble--"

In the blink of an eye, a dark red vortex covering the entire field of vision began to rotate and take shape, like a huge wound covered by pus and blood in the sky!
The pungent smell of sulfur mixed with the stench of rotting swamp was like an invisible hammer, pounding on one's soul and making one's lungs burn! It was hard to breathe!
"Ho-ho-"

A young cultivator from the immortal island, his face deathly pale, clutched his chest tightly, veins bulging on his forehead.

That terrifying pressure didn't come from one direction, but from... all directions!
"Roar--"

Like a giant sea monster roaring!
A dull, earth-shattering roar came from beneath my feet, making the earth groan!
Each loud bang caused the suspended foundation of the immortal island to tremble violently, and cracks began to spread!
"what--!"

sharp!

At the same time, a piercing shriek resounded, as dense as billions of steel needles shooting into the brain!
"It's the Shadow Fiend Bat Demon!"

"They are gathering, they are shrieking, their sounds overlapping, piercing straight to the depths of one's soul!"

On the immortal island, many disciples with slightly lower cultivation levels instantly clutched their heads and cried out in pain, with thin lines of blood seeping from their seven orifices!
A sense of despair gripped everyone's throat.

My gaze was fixed on the distant horizon.

Everyone's pupils suddenly contracted!
A thick, filthy, dark green wave, like a rotting swamp come to life...

It surged, roared, and was crushing down on us!

Wherever it passed, the seawater steamed and emitted foul-smelling smoke!

"The Rotten Swamp Serpent!" someone screamed, their voice filled with the prelude to collapse.

Not tens or hundreds!

There are tens of thousands!
It converges into a boundless, moving "sea of ​​putrefaction"!
The toxic waves they unleashed slammed violently against the already collapsing protective shield surrounding the main island of Penglai!
"Zizzi——!"

Where the poisonous wave struck, the already dim light shield groaned under the strain, its surface emitting thick smoke as if it had been splashed with strong acid!
The disgusting poisonous fog even wriggled and eroded the foundation of the barrier like a living thing!
look up!

Higher still!
What obscured the last rays of the setting sun was an endless, densely packed swarm of bat demons!

They formed a true "cloud of death"! The storm stirred up by the wing membrane brought a putrid, eerie wind!
Their numbers were despair-inducing! Each swarm's dive was like a torrential downpour of black rain, the dense crashing sounds like hail hitting a steel shed!
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang...!"

The protective array's light shield flickered violently, and ripples spread wildly.

Each impact took away a bit of the light shield's life force, and the spiderweb-like cracks spread at a speed visible to the naked eye!

This terrifying apocalyptic scene is like a reflection of hell projected onto the human world!
"How dare they... how could they!" A roar filled with endless hatred was squeezed out of Granny Yuji's throat.

What happened next made all the cultivators of Penglai's eyes widen in horror!

On the flank of that overwhelming army of demons, at the edge of that nauseating demonic tide, a huge banner with demonic patterns suddenly unfurled!

The distorted Fusang divine tree totem on the banner was like a branding iron searing into the hearts of every Penglai cultivator! Shame!

A blatant betrayal!

A large number of elite Fusang rebels, clad in black armor and with twisted and ferocious forms, were mixed with demonic soldiers with purplish skin and empty eyes, like poisoned daggers!

With pinpoint accuracy and deadly force, it struck the most critical points of Penglai's core defense!
"Damn it! It's the core of the Xuan Turtle Formation! The Mountain-Protecting Pivot!"

"Gengjin Peak! They know the formation there is unstable!"

"Red Cloud Pass! They're breaking through the formation base!"

Throughout the immortal island, roars of shock, anger, and despair resounded!

Too many enemies? No! What's terrifying isn't their numbers, but that traitor from Fusang knows all the weaknesses of the Immortal Island!

They are like venomous snakes lurking in the shadows, striking vital points with every blow!
The offensive was fierce, precise, and ruthless!
"Buzz—Zzz..."

Inside the Qi Cultivation Pavilion, the Water Moon Mirror, which maintained the last line of communication, was operating at overload, emitting a piercing buzzing sound.

The mirror shook violently, cracking into tiny fissures, and the sounds inside came in fits and starts, conveying a suffocatingly bad news.

"boom!"

The mirror exploded, revealing a burst of red light that reflected the soaring demonic flames!

"The 'Flying Clouds' of Wei Island is calling for help. The formation has been breached, and the entire island... has been martyred..."

A blurry figure vanished completely in the firelight, and a corner of the mirror shattered!
"puff--!"

Accompanied by a violent explosion and heart-wrenching coughs.

"Canglangyu Island has fallen!"

"The Xuan Turtle Ancestor self-destructed his Xuan Core, only managing to halt the demonic tide for a moment... cough..."

The sound abruptly stopped, and a dark red bloodstain splattered on the mirror!
"save……"

The other voice was extremely weak, against a backdrop of deafening crashes and tearing sounds.

"Fangzhang Island, the fleet sent to reinforce Fangzhang Island was... intercepted by the Abyss Demon Army. A bloody battle ensued, with heavy losses... unable to break through..."

"Crack-!"

The mirror shattered completely into fine powder.

The final phrase, "unable to break through," was like a cold bullet, piercing through everyone's hopes.

Dead silence.

On Yuntai Immortal Island, the Yangqi Pavilion was deathly silent, save for the heavy, suppressed breathing and the uncontrollable pounding of the heart.

The color had completely drained from Master Xuanzhen's face, leaving it as pale as paper. His lips trembled, and he tried to speak several times, but only managed a hoarse whisper.

Granny Yuji sat there stiffly, her half-petrified face frozen in ice, the cracks seeming to deepen and spread towards her neck.

But in that remaining half of the human eye, the deep-seated hatred, like a tempered dagger, was about to burst forth, yet it could not conceal the trace of something deep within...

A near-numb sorrow in the face of an impending abyss.

The immense pressure, like a tangible flood of seawater, overwhelmed every surviving cultivator.

The air was thick with the smells of gunpowder, blood, decay, and solidified fear.

A profound sense of impending doom weighed heavily on everyone's back, making it hard to breathe and impossible to stand up straight.

Once, they were a carefree, otherworldly island...

Now, however, in the face of this long-planned destructive wave from the extraterrestrial demons, it is like a flickering candle in a storm, so fragile it is heartbreaking.

Powerless!

anger!
And the deepest sorrow froze all sound.

Is the end of the world... coming? (End of Chapter)