I made the entire cultivation world cry

Chapter 608 Xuan Ying Sword Cultivator (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Unlike the Ziyang Sect, the island where the Qiantian Sect was stationed was completely transformed into a living hell the moment the demonic tide descended.

The eternal night swallowed the light of the sky; there was no protective array to stop it, and no thunder to clear the area.

The black torrent of monsters, like the most violent tsunami, crashed onto the shore without any hindrance, instantly submerging all the outposts and fortifications around the island.

"Ahhh-"

Desperate screams echoed across the island as cultivators, caught off guard, were torn apart and devoured by demons. The demonic energy, like a leech, relentlessly eroded the minds of the living.

"Help me! Lord Jackal Feather, save me!"

Without the protection of the great formation, facing the terror of demons and the corrosive power of demonic energy, these Qian Tian Sect cultivators, who usually swaggered around Qianzhou, found their will as fragile as paper.

"He's been corrupted by demons! Quick! Kill him!"

The chaos escalated rapidly, with scenes of infighting and frantic escape becoming commonplace.

Despair fueled the erosion of demonic energy, and more and more cultivators writhed and mutated amidst their wails, transforming into new demonic creatures and joining the ranks of the slaughterers.

All the cultivators were retreating, retreating again and again. In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, half the island was submerged by the demonic tide.

Jackal Feather True Lord's face was ashen, his body shimmering with spiritual light as he barely managed to shake off the attacking demons, his eyes filled with panic and fear.

It’s over! It's all over!

He looked around and saw nothing but rampant demons, severed limbs and broken bodies scattered everywhere, and black mist permeating the air.

His elite disciples suffered heavy losses in the first wave of the demonic tide, and most of the remaining ones were either demonized or on the verge of collapse, unable to mount an effective resistance.

"Quickly call the Mountain and Sea Alliance for help!"

Jackal Feather shouted to those around him, "Now is a matter of life and death, there's nothing you can't ask for help with!"

However, the entire front line of the Boundless Sea, including the seventy-two passes of the Demon Suppression, is being subjected to the fierce impact of the demonic tide.

The Qian Tian Sect was not the only one that failed to establish a protective array for the island; its limited support resources would inevitably be prioritized for those locations with more critical strategic positions.

Since the Qian Tian Sect had not yet received any requests for assistance from Kunlun Pass and Ziyang Island, the Shan Hai Alliance assumed that these two places had held their ground and would definitely support the Qian Tian Sect in the future. Therefore, they postponed the priority of supporting the Qian Tian Sect and sent messages to Ziyang Island and Kunlun Pass, asking them to support the Qian Tian Sect as soon as possible.

On the island of Qiantian Sect.

"True Lord! We can't hold them off any longer! We...we should retreat!"

Cheng Mingda, the Golden Core cultivator who helped True Lord Chaiyu manage affairs on the island, rushed to Chaiyu's side with a scream, his face full of fear and despair.

Jackal Feather clenched his fists, looking at the island that resembled a living hell, and then at the endless, churning demonic tide in the distance. A deep chill ran from the bottom of his heart to the top of his head.

The fate of a deserter, the military law of the Mountain and Sea Alliance, the sect rules of the Qiantian Sect... any one of these would be enough to condemn him to eternal damnation!

If we don't escape, staying here will only lead to our death!
Despair consumed the last shred of sanity in Jackal Feather's eyes, and a fierce glint flashed in his gaze as the magical power within his body began to surge.

To hell with the sect!
To hell with military law!
It wasn't easy for him to reach this point in his cultivation; he absolutely cannot let it end here. He should escape first, or at worst, hide in the Floating Light Sea.

Just as Jackal Feather was about to take action, preparing to abandon all his men and flee for his life...

A dazzling sword light tore through the darkness and suddenly broke through the thick demonic fog!
A dozen white figures, like sharp swords cutting through the waves, bravely emerged from a high ground on the side of the island that was not yet completely submerged, and plunged headlong into the surging demonic tide.

They were few in number, less than twenty, but their movements were perfectly synchronized and swift as the wind, exuding an aura of fierce bravery born from countless battles.

The leader, with a figure as upright as a lone snow-covered pine tree, had a plain white sword robe fluttering in the demonic wind. It was none other than Jiang Yurong!
Her eyes were icy and sharp, showing no fear of the demonic tide, only a deep-seated killing intent and an unwavering determination.

"Form the formation! Annihilate all directions!" The sound, like ice and jade clashing, pierced through the roars of the demons and rang out clearly.

The ten Xuan Ying Sword Sect disciples behind her responded in unison, their voices ringing out, instantly forming a sword formation with Jiang Yurong at its core, exuding a murderous aura.

Once the sword formation was complete, the incomparably sharp sword energy crisscrossed, transforming into a deathly domain that annihilated all things.

Wherever the sword light passed, the demons turned to ashes. Even large demons with thick hides and flesh were instantly cut and torn apart by the dense, net-like sword light when they entered the range of the sword formation.

The power of this sword formation far exceeded Jackal Feather's imagination!

What alarmed him even more was the will displayed by these sword cultivators. Despite being in the place where the demonic energy was most concentrated, their eyes were clear and their sword intent was pure and refined. It was as if the filthy demonic thoughts that were enough to erode the nascent soul could not shake their hearts of stone in the slightest.

It is a kind of unwavering determination forged after experiencing real mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and crawling out of the abyss of despair!

Jiang Yurong took the lead, her sword light falling like cold stars from the heavens, each strike containing a terrifying power that annihilated life.

She forcefully carved a bloody path through the surging tide of demons, her sword pointing directly at the remnants of the Qian Tian Sect, who were surrounded by demonized cultivators and demons and were retreating step by step.

"What are you all standing there for?!"

Jiang Yurong cleaved a giant bone demon that lunged at her with a single sword strike, and then questioned the Qian Tian Sect members who were huddled together behind her.

But when Jackal Feather and the group around him saw the fierce battle ahead and the seemingly endless tide of demons, their legs felt like lead, their eyes darted around, and not a single one of them stepped forward to help.

Jiang Yurong's brows furrowed instantly, and anger flashed in her eyes, but she had no time to reprimand them. The sword formation was under immense pressure, and the fewer people there were to share the burden, the more dangerous it would be for the disciples in the formation.

Her sword strikes became even more rapid, and the chill around her surged as she withstood the onslaught of several powerful demons. Her sword light splashed as she protected the formation, but she was still grazed on the shoulder by a vicious demonic claw, leaving a trail of blood that instantly stained her white sleeves red.

"Sect Master!" a disciple in the formation shouted anxiously.

Jiang Yurong ignored him and did not slow down her sword strike at all. Ironically, ever since Jiang Yi used the Bright Mirror Heart Fire to cleanse her entire body, she is now not easily corrupted by demonic energy and her ability to resist demonic energy far exceeds that of ordinary people.

At this critical moment, a voice suddenly rang out in Jiang Yurong's mind.

"Sect Master! We've found them!"

Before she could finish speaking, a murderous glint flashed in Jiang Yurong's eyes.

Without any hesitation, she appeared in the area where the Qian Tian Sect cultivators were gathered. A glint flashed in her eyes as she confirmed that Xu Manxiu's investigation was correct...

Swish!
The intensely fast, azure light pierced the core of the demonic seed within the 'Golden Core cultivator' in an instant.

The fear on the 'cultivator's' face froze, replaced by a ferocious and resentful expression of being exposed, and his demonic energy surged wildly as he tried to resist.

But, it's too late!
Jiang Yurong's sword carries the 'deathly intent' to annihilate all life, and even demons cannot survive under her sword.

"It's you again!!!"

The 'cultivator' clearly still remembered Jiang Yurong, the woman who had caused their demon race great trouble in Beixuan. He let out an angry roar and tried to pounce on Jiang Yurong to perish together with her.

But it was too late. As soon as he moved, his body shattered like glass. The dense, impenetrable demonic energy burst forth and was quickly frozen and annihilated by the icy death intent attached to Jiang Yurong's sword!

The cultivators of the Qiantian Sect hurriedly cleared a space, only to find that after the 'cultivator' was killed by Jiang Yurong with a single sword strike, the churning demonic energy on the island suddenly stopped, and the attacks and roars of the demons also became noticeably slower and more chaotic.

Like soldiers who have lost their general, they have become a disorganized mess, losing their fighting spirit and beginning to wander aimlessly.

Jiang Yurong of the Xuan Ying Sword Sect, in a desperate situation, decided the fate of the world with a single sword strike!

　see you tomorrow!
　
(End of this chapter)