Daqin Zhentiansi

White Claw carried the nearly unconscious Ye Ningshuang on his back, his long silver hair stuck together with demonic blood.

The snow wolf cloak was tattered, revealing a deep, bone-revealing wound on his shoulder blade.

Her pale golden wolf eyes were bloodshot, and she let out a low, beast-like panting breath as she brandished her twin swords, desperately trying to block the filthy demonic arrows shot from behind.

High Priest Cangya, his hair and beard stained with blood, brandished his bone staff, drawing upon the frigid air of the icy plains to form fragile ice walls to block the enemy. He let out a desolate, mournful wolf howl: "Scatter! Break through! Every one who can escape is one more! Leave some embers for my Frostwolf clan!"

Despair, like an icy tide, overwhelmed the hearts of every Frostwolf warrior.

The outer defenses have been breached. Although the main force of the demon army was drawn to the changes in the direction of Jian Ge, the elite demon cavalry that was blocking them was enough to completely crush their remaining troops!
Just as a three-headed ghost wolf opened its foul-smelling maw, its fangs about to bite into the back of White Claw's neck—

"hold head high--!!!"

A powerful and majestic dragon roar, capable of shattering metal and splitting rocks, tore apart the thick demonic clouds and icy winds above the icy plains without warning!
Its sound was so powerful, it seemed to come from the heavens above, carrying an overwhelming and unstoppable pressure that instantly drowned out all the roars and wind on the battlefield!
The pursuing demon riders suddenly stopped, and the demon wolves beneath them crouched low and howled uneasily.

Whiteclaw, Grayfang, and all the Frostwolf warriors looked up in astonishment!
Above the sky, a huge gap was violently torn open by an invisible force!

Dozens of enormous creatures, accompanied by biting frost and violent air currents, swooped down like meteors!

That's... a dragon vulture!
Its entire body was covered in dark blue scales like ice, its wings spread wide enough to blot out the sky, and its ferocious dragon head had cold, vertical pupils locking onto the demon army below.

On the back of each dragon-flying eagle sat a knight clad in heavy black armor and wielding a ten-foot-long, cold iron lance!
The spear was pointed directly at the chaotic ranks of the demon riders!
The lead rider, a dragon eagle, was particularly large, with ferocious battle markings on its neck.

The knight was as imposing as a mountain, with the distinctive battle markings of the barbarians faintly gleaming on his bare neck and arms. The wolf-headed sword at his waist was still sheathed, but his savage and violent aura already pressed down like a tangible force! It was none other than Tuoba Han!

"Great Qin Dragon Eagle Cavalry—Sharp Arrow! Pierce Through!"

Tuoba Han's roar was like a thunderclap, resounding loudly amidst the lingering echoes of the dragon's cry!
"wind!"

"wind!"

“Gale——!”

His response was a unified roar from dozens of dragonfly knights behind him, as clear as the clash of metal!

The sound waves converged, and in front of the swooping flock of dragon vultures, the faint phantom of a roaring frost dragon was faintly formed!

“Whoosh—boom!”

Without any further instructions, the swooping flock of dragon vultures suddenly opened their mouths!
The frigid breath, like dozens of icy blue torrents of destruction, instantly covered the area below where the demon riders were most concentrated!
"Crack! Click!"

The sound of ice freezing was incessant!
The charging demon riders and the ferocious three-headed wolves, along with their spewing demonic flames, turned into ice sculptures, still in a forward-leaning posture, the moment they came into contact with the dragon's breath!

A chilling aura filled the air, instantly clearing out a large area!

Before they could even exhale, the dragon vulture riders had already leveled their cold iron lances!
Taking advantage of the thunderous momentum of its dive, the sharp tip of the spear tore through the air, emitting a piercing shriek!

"kill!"

Tuoba Han took the lead, and his dragon-eagle suddenly retracted its wings, like an arrow released from a bow, and crashed into the demon cavalry formation!
"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

The heavy lances, amplified by the immense force of the swooping dragonfly and the knights' frenzied true energy, displayed terrifying penetrating power!

The thick bone armor on the demon rider's body was pierced through as easily as paper!
Wherever the spear passed, the monster's body exploded, and filthy blood mixed with ice shards splattered everywhere!

Tuoba Han was even more ferocious. He didn't use a gun, but instead drew his wolf-headed sword from his waist the moment the dragon vulture smashed a three-headed dark wolf!

The blade flashed like a bolt of lightning, carrying the wild power unique to barbarians. With a single strike, it cleaved a demon general, along with his mount, in two as he attempted to block!
Amidst the rain of blood, he didn't even glance at it, his blade sweeping across, slicing two nearby demon soldiers in half at the waist!

Dozens of dragon vulture riders followed closely behind, like a red-hot branding iron, fiercely piercing into the solidified "butter"!
Wherever the arrow formation passed, ice sculptures shattered and demonic bodies disintegrated, carving a blood-soaked path through the dense demonic army!

Its momentum and power were so great that the demon army, which far outnumbered its own, collapsed instantly!
Whiteclaw, Grayfang, and the other Frostwolf warriors stared in disbelief at this scene that seemed like divine intervention.

That overwhelming charge, that earth-shattering dragon roar and battle cry.

That destructive scene of ice and fire intertwining, icy breaths mingling with the carnage of blood.

The four words "Great Qin Army Might" were branded into their hearts, which were on the verge of despair, in the most violent and direct way!

In the midst of despair, the spark of hope was fiercely ignited by the torrent of iron wings emanating from Tianjian Gorge!

……

On the ice field.

The "Northern Frost Edge Barrier," forged by 100,000 sword cultivators of Yongtian, is like a giant icy sword piercing the throat of the Demon Realm, its chilling sword intent reflecting across thousands of miles of frozen land.

Under the protection of the fortress, the surviving disciples of the Xuanbing Sword Pavilion rekindled the flame of their lineage amidst the ruins.

Ling Qingjue used the broken sword of the Cold Dragon as a guide to integrate the cold and evil power of the Mysterious Cave into the barrier defense system.

The icy blue aura flowed, forming a strange balance of ice and fire with Wu Daoling's Nine Yang Sword Intent, repeatedly thwarting the demon army's attempts to counterattack.

The dramatic reversal of the battle on the ice plains was like a boulder thrown into a stagnant pool, instantly stirring up a tidal wave among the remaining resistance forces in Zhao Zhou!
The northern frost-covered ice plains, the lair of the Frostwolf tribe.

Although Tuoba Han's Dragonflight Cavalry had withdrawn, the shock and hope he left behind were deeply imprinted in the hearts of every Frostwolf warrior.

High Priest Cangya stroked the remains of the demonic weapon, which had been frozen and then melted by the breath of the dragon-eagle, his cloudy old eyes gleaming with a sharp light.

"The Great Qin, Marquis Qingyang..."

He muttered to himself, then slammed his bone staff on the ground, letting out a long howl that pierced through the wind and snow.

The tribal warriors gathered at the sound, their wildness still lingering in their wolf eyes, but now imbued with an unprecedented sense of determination and belonging.

They began to actively contact the remaining tribes on the ice plains and, following the defense map of the "Sword Ridge Great Wall" from Tianjian Gorge, constructed simple fortifications in the crevices of the ice caves, integrating the power of ancient totems into the new defense system.

White Claw's shoulder wound was wrapped in herbs. She silently wiped her bone sword, her pale golden wolf eyes gazing southeast towards the Falling Star Sea, where her comrades were still fighting a bloody battle.

On the icy plains, scattered sects, tribes, and settlements of remnants, like iron filings drawn by a magnet, began to spontaneously converge towards the "Northern Frostwind Barrier" and the Frostwolf tribe's settlement.

Fear was dispelled, despair was replaced by hope, and in its place was an unprecedented sense of unity.

They were no longer isolated islands passively taking hits, but began to build "Sharp Arrow" and "Solid Rock" belonging to the Ice Plains in accordance with the conscription order of Marquis Qingyang Zhang Yuan!
The cold light of the Xuanbing Sword Pavilion, the totem of the Frost Wolf Tribe, and the resilience of the remnant tribes began to merge in the face of a common enemy.

A new alliance army, imbued with the unique chill and ferocity of the icy plains, is quietly taking shape amidst the retreat of the demonic forces.

The will of the Bone-Eating Demon Lord lingered unwillingly above the icy plains, yet it was wary of the magnificent Sword Prison Barrier and the sharpness of the 100,000 sword cultivators.

They were even more troubled by this sudden unification on the ice field.

It let out a silent shriek, and the remaining demon army, like filth receding from the tide, temporarily abandoned its full-scale invasion of the ice plains, contracted its defenses, and devoted more of its forces to the east, to the battlefield known as the "Fallen Star Sea".

Fallen Star Sea.

The once dazzling Starfall Cliff has now been mostly eroded away by the Netherworld Erosion Cannon.

The broken walls and ruins, like the skeleton of a giant beast, are submerged in the murky, churning seawater.

The remnants of the Starfall Sword Sect retreated to the "Starfall Cave," which connects to the sea abyss at the bottom of the cliff, and struggled to survive by relying on the remaining fragments of the "Zhou Tian Xing Dou Sword Formation."

Chen Hui, the Star Patrol Envoy, a Grandmaster of the Free and Unfettered Realm who once drew upon faint star power, was now covered in blood and his Daoist robes were torn.

He witnessed the Supreme Elder, Xinggui, who, in order to maintain the last glimmer of the sword array's spiritual light, exhausted himself and passed away on the Star-Guiding Platform, his body turning into specks of stardust that merged into the shattered array plate.

Grief and despair gnawed at his heart like venomous snakes. "Roar—!"

Outside the cave, the demon ship's cannon fire once again covered the area, causing the cave walls to tremble violently and rubble to fall in a shower.

The remaining disciples collapsed to the ground, coughing up blood, under the impact of the magical energy, and the light of the sword formation flickered and was about to be extinguished.

Chen Hui suddenly looked up, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the crumbling cliff top above him.

That place was once the location of the Star-Guiding Platform, a sacred place where the Starfall Sword Sect communicated with the starry sky!

Even though it was destroyed and shrouded in demonic clouds, a faint trace of the original aura of the Zhao Zhou Star still remained there!

"It cannot be destroyed, the Star Soul cannot be destroyed!"

Chen Hui let out a low, beast-like growl.

He suddenly broke free from his fellow disciples' support and rushed headlong towards the cracked, precarious stone steps leading to the top of the cliff.

"Senior Brother Chen! No!"

Behind him came the mournful cries of his fellow disciples.

Chen Hui turned a deaf ear.

He used both his hands and feet to climb the violently shaking, potentially collapsing cliff.

The lingering power of the Bone-Eating Demon Lord's will pressed down on his soul like an invisible mountain.

Each step he took felt like a thousand pounds, his bones groaning under the unbearable weight.

The demon ship seemed to have sensed his intentions, and several beams of light from the Netherworld Corrosion Cannons came biting like venomous snakes, exploding around him.

The shockwave sent him flying, crashing heavily into the rock wall, spitting out blood.

He struggled to his feet, half of his body a bloody mess, but he still clung tightly to the protruding rock and continued upwards!
All he could see was that dilapidated cliff top.

Finally, he climbed up the ruins.

The Star-Guiding Platform has long since turned to dust, with only an ancient boulder, the "Star Track Stone," engraved with star trails, half-buried in the ruins.

Its surface is covered with cracks and is dull and lackluster.

Chen Hui rushed to the Star Orbit Stone, pressing his hands firmly against the cold stone surface.

He closed his eyes, ignoring the excruciating pain of his soul being crushed by the Demon Lord's will, and frantically poured all his cultivation and his life's blood into the stone!

"With my very soul! I summon the stars back to their rightful place! Zhao Zhou's Star Soul—Burn!!!"

He roared hoarsely, his voice piercing through metal and splitting stone, overpowering the demonic howl and the cannon's roar!

"Om-!"

The Star Orbit Stone shuddered violently!
A faint yet incredibly pure and unwavering ray of pale blue starlight, like a star that has been asleep for millennia opening its eyes, stubbornly pierced through the crack in the rock, shooting straight towards the murky and heavy demonic clouds!
This light, as faint as a candle flickering in the wind, carried the resolute will of the Star Chaser, ignited with his life, piercing through layers of demonic barriers and lighting a spark of indomitable spirit in the dark sky!

"Insects! You're asking for death!"

Enraged by the will of the Bone-Eating Demon Lord, the main cannons of several Soul-Bone Ships instantly turned around, and terrifying Netherworld Demonic Light converged, aiming directly at the tiny yet dazzling starlight on the cliff top!
Chen Hui was covered in blood, his bones were on the verge of breaking, and his soul was on the verge of collapse under the lock-on of the Demon Lord's will and the cannon fire of the demon ship.

But he still clung tightly to the Star Orbit Stone, letting his blood soak into its texture. His roar, though faint amidst the roar of cannon fire, was also incredibly clear, like a brand on his soul.

"Zhao Zhou's Star Soul—I—Never—Die—!"

Thousand Blade Mountains.

Hidden Peak Valley.

Deep within the Sword-Nourishing Pool, the waters are still.

Mo Chenzhou, the sect's top elite, sat cross-legged, with the heavy sword "Wufeng" lying horizontally on his lap. It was simple and unadorned, and the sword embryo nurtured within the scabbard had a restrained spiritual light. It had not been moved for ten years and was as calm as an abyss.

Suddenly, his tightly closed eyes snapped open!

It wasn't the magnificent sword intent from the Icefield Barrier, but rather it came from the East!

That tiny, faint yet poignant blue starlight, piercing through the demonic clouds, stabbed into his senses like a needle!

Following closely behind was the terrifying pressure of the combined fire of the demon ships, and Chen Hui's desperate and soul-shaking oath of "undying"!
"Buzz—Clang!!!"

The "bladeless" heavy sword on his lap suddenly emitted an unprecedentedly loud hum!
The scabbard trembled violently, as if some terrifying power was about to break free!

After ten years of nurturing and accumulating strength, the sword embryo sensed the desperate situation and indomitable spirit of the sword cultivators of the same continent, and sensed the last hope represented by that spark. It was about to be unsheathed!
Mo Chenzhou's eyes flashed with a sharp light!
The admonition from Master "Old Man Cangfeng" before his seclusion, "Do not leave unless you are in a sacred place," echoed in my ears.

But at this moment, that spark and the roars of his fellow disciples shook his soul more than any realm barrier!

"Ten years of concealing our strength, today—"

He stood up, his voice like a dragon's roar, echoing through the valley:

"For Zhao Zhou—the charge!"

"boom!"

A terrifying sword intent, vast and boundless, seemingly accumulated with the power of ten thousand years of mountains, erupted from Mo Chenzhou's body!

The water in the Sword Nourishing Pool was instantly pushed aside by an invisible force, forming a huge whirlpool!

He took a step forward, his body transformed into a stream of light, ignoring the restrictions in the valley, and soared straight into the sky!

Target—Falling Star Cliff!

Its speed was so great that it left a vacuum trail that tore through space behind it!

At the top of Falling Star Cliff, Chen Hui's consciousness was already blurred under the lock of several beams of ghostly demonic light, but his hands were still tightly gripping the Star Orbit Stone.

The shadow of death loomed over the land.

A close call!
A figure, like a meteor falling from the sky, crashed down in front of Chen Hui!

It was Mo Chenzhou!
Facing the tens of thousands of three-headed Netherwolf demon riders surging forward, threatening to engulf Chenhui and the starlight, Mo Chenzhou's face remained calm as still water, only his eyes burning with a resolute determination to incinerate everything.

He slowly raised his hand and grasped the hilt of the "bladeless" heavy sword behind him, which had not been touched for ten years.

The movements appear slow, yet they contain the terrifying power to shatter mountains and break through peaks.

"Conceal your edge—break through the mountain!"

With a low shout, the heavy sword was drawn!

There was no dazzling sword light, no piercing shriek.

Only a single, extremely condensed, and heavy gray sword aura, seemingly capable of crushing the void, poured forth from the sword's tip! (End of Chapter)