I made the entire cultivation world cry

Chapter 609 The Tide Recedes (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
On the front lines of Ziyang Island, the demonic tide is endless.

The monsters, shattered by the Zhenshan Heavy Fist and torn apart by the steel puppet army commanded by Duanjin, will visibly recombine in the thick demonic mist surging behind them, roaring as they pounce once more.

"True Lord! If the source of the demons is not eliminated, we will never be able to eradicate them all! Quickly find the demons controlling the demonic tide! They must be on the island!!"

Duan Jin sent another telepathic message urging Shen Xingxian to hurry up.

Shen Xingxian stood in mid-air, his face deathly pale and his forehead covered in cold sweat.

He scanned the chaotic battlefield and retreating crowd below with his divine sense again and again, trying to find the hidden demon.

But the demons were disguised too perfectly, and he couldn't tell them apart at all. He didn't recognize anyone who came to the island with him, and some of them were people temporarily recruited by the Ziyang Sect within the territory of Lizhou.

He cannot kill innocent people based solely on suspicion; he cannot do that!
Just as Shen Xingxian's mind wavered and was about to be exploited by that omnipresent, cold, demonic thought, a blazing crimson light suddenly shot down from the southern sky of the island!

boom!
With a loud bang, a massive Crimson Flame Spider, as large as a hill, descended from the sky. On its back stood a dashing figure, her black hair flying wildly – ​​it was Xia Wanwan!
She gripped the weapon-forging hammer tightly in her hand, runes flowing across its surface, radiating terrifying heat.

Xia Wanwan's arrival instantly drew everyone's attention on the battlefield.

Shen Xingxian was shocked, and her eyes lit up with surprise.

Xia Wanwan's gaze was as cold as a knife, and she didn't even look at Shen Xingxian.

"go with!"

With a sharp shout, the weapon-forging hammer flew out of his hand, spinning rapidly like a giant fiery top, trailing a long, crimson tail, and rushing towards the most densely populated area of ​​the crowd.

The cultivators below were startled by the sudden and terrifying power and scattered to avoid it. The weapon-refining hammer spun faster and faster, and the ancient runes engraved on the hammer were fully activated, emitting dazzling flames.

When the weapon-refining hammer flew over the head of a seemingly ordinary Golden Core cultivator who was retreating with the crowd, the crimson flames flowing on the hammer suddenly stopped.

"Got you!"

A fierce glint flashed in Xia Wanwan's eyes, and like an arrow released from a bow, she suddenly shot out from the back of the Crimson Flame Spider.

It moved so fast that it left a clear afterimage in the same spot.

The lurking demonic figures retreated hastily, attempting to blend into the chaotic crowd.

However, Xia Wanwan's surprise attack was just a tactic. The demons dodged Xia Wanwan, but they were not prepared for a scythe-like spider leg to burst out of the ground with the force of thunder!

puff!

The burning spider legs pierced the demon's chest and abdomen with unparalleled precision, lifting it high into the air. Filthy demonic blood gushed out, instantly vaporized into black smoke by the flames on the spider legs!
"Ahhh-"

The demons let out a shrill scream, struggling desperately, but Xia Wanwan and the Crimson Flame Spider had experienced similar situations countless times in Beixuan, and their experience fighting the demons allowed her to anticipate everything.

After the Crimson Flame Spider landed its attack, its entire body burst out of the ground. Before the demon could struggle, the spider's abdomen sprayed out streams of crimson spider silk, forming a net that quickly bound the demon into a cocoon.

The terrifying fire elemental power contained in the spider silk deeply burned into the demon's body, emitting a sizzling burning sound and a nauseating burnt smell.

The giant cocoon struggled and writhed for only a moment before falling silent. From the inside out, the entire cocoon transformed into a raging inferno until it was completely reduced to ashes.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye. From Xia Wanwan's appearance to the final annihilation of the demon race, the whole process was smooth, ruthless, and decisive.

Outside the island, the demonic army's offensive suddenly halted!
The frenzied red light in the eyes of those fearless demons quickly faded, and they began to involuntarily retreat like the receding tide.

Shen Xingxian rushed to Xia Wanwan, who had just landed, and exclaimed, "Wanwan, you...you're here! That's wonderful! That's wonderful..."

Xia Wanwan seemed not to hear his words. With a blank expression, she raised her hand and the swirling weapon-forging hammer flew back into her hand with a whoosh.

Her gaze swept across the chaotic battlefield and landed on the sea, to confirm the retreat of the demonic tide and to be wary of the dangers lurking deeper within. The demons were far more treacherous than ordinary people could imagine; they had a history of feigning retreat only to launch another surprise attack.

All the surviving cultivators of the Ziyang Sect, whether they were Golden Core elders who had fought valiantly or Foundation Establishment disciples still shaken, subconsciously followed Xia Wanwan's gaze and looked at the sea that was gradually returning to its gray-blue color.

At sea, the surging demonic mist was visibly fading and dissipating, and the suffocating, terrifying pressure was also rapidly weakening as the demonic tide receded.

The entire Ziyang Sect's headquarters was silent, with only the howling wind and sporadic roars of demons remaining. It wasn't until the light of heaven and earth broke free from the shackles of darkness and shone back upon the earth that cries of survivors echoed from the Ziyang Sect's headquarters.

……

The demonic tide came quickly and went just as fast.

As dawn broke over the boundless sea, sunlight once again shone upon the numerous islands scattered across the seventy-two passes of the Demon Suppression, yet it could not dispel the pungent stench of blood, burnt flesh, and lingering demonic energy that permeated the air. Except for a few lost points, most of the seventy-two passes of the Demon Suppression had been held, and the demons hidden among the people were promptly located and the demonic tide was driven away.

This was entirely thanks to the accurate intelligence provided by the Northern Mystic cultivators, which allowed everyone to know the key to dealing with the demonic tide.

In addition, the cultivators and demon spirits of Beixuan, who were stationed in various important locations, also played a crucial role.

This battle was nothing short of a baptism of the soul for the cultivators of the Eastern Continent.

For the first time, they truly felt the terror and destructiveness of the demonic tide.

The despair of falling into eternal night, the hideous and twisted forms of the monsters, the insidious and silent erosion of their minds by the demonic energy, and the tragic sight of their comrades wailing and turning into demons before their eyes... all of these were deeply imprinted in their hearts.

But amidst this despair, they still saw a spark that could ignite a wildfire—the Northern Mystic cultivators and demon spirits.

The Northern Xuan cultivators are scattered across various islands. Relying on their unique secret techniques and rich experience in fighting demons, they can always find the hidden demons as quickly as possible and guide the Eastern Continent cultivators to work together to kill them, minimizing casualties.

The cultivators of the Eastern Continent finally understood the terrifying pressure these Northern Xuan cultivators had endured on that land ravaged by demonic calamity, and how many tribulations they had borne for the entire cultivation world.

At this moment, as the demonic tide receded, many cultivators from the Eastern Continent collapsed to the ground, exhausted and unable to recover from the impact of the demonic tide for a long time.

Meanwhile, the Northern Profound cultivators silently stood up, expressionless, and quickly cleared the battlefield, immediately cleaning up the corpses left behind by the demonized cultivators.

Even if their companions were among them, they would burn them to ashes without the slightest hesitation.

After cremating the corpses, they immediately checked all the survivors, carefully screening the crowd for those cultivators who were deeply corrupted by demonic energy, had unfocused eyes, and unstable breathing.

Once discovered, they should be immediately isolated, or a cultivator or demon spirit skilled in purification techniques should be sent to expel the demonic thoughts, or they should be closely monitored to see if they can resist the erosion of the demonic thoughts on their own.

If they can survive, they still have a chance to live; if they can't, the Northern Xuan cultivators will personally deal with them.

At various checkpoints, some Eastern Continent cultivators with weak wills nearly collapsed as they watched the Northern Xuan cultivators ruthlessly kill their own 'people,' while the Northern Xuan cultivators had long been accustomed to it.

sad?

Perhaps deep in their hearts, but on their faces, there was no angry roar, no weakness of wallowing in grief.

Their eyes held only a calm and resolute gaze, a cold rationality forged through countless trials and tribulations.

For them, tears and lamentations are luxuries on the battlefield.

Indulging in emotions will only lead to your own and your comrades' deaths in the next, even more intense attack.

Seize every minute and second to eliminate hidden dangers, repair fortifications, and restore strength in preparation for the next demonic tide. This is the survival rule ingrained in the bones of Northern Xuan cultivators.

In stark contrast to this iron-fisted silence and efficiency, the faces of many Eastern Continent cultivators still bore the lingering shock and bewilderment, as well as the grief and helplessness of losing their fellow disciples.

This stark contrast silently impacted the hearts of every cultivator in the Eastern Continent.

Besides the cultivators of Beixuan, the demon spirits of Beixuan also played a huge role in this battle. They rushed directly into the demonic tide and used their bodies to form a defensive line, absorbing the greatest pressure for a large number of cultivators from Dongzhou, allowing them to avoid direct contact with the demonic tide and fight from a distance with peace of mind.

Many special demonic spirits also roam among the cultivators, enhancing their defenses, providing timely healing, and even purifying demonic energy on a small scale, all of which greatly improve the survival rate of cultivators in the Eastern Continent.

It's unclear from which island it began—perhaps Ziyang Island, or perhaps a small pass where the Northern Xuan cultivators turned the tide—but the Eastern Continent cultivators, who had survived the calamity, looked at the silent, busy figures of the Northern Xuan, and at the fearless demon spirits who were also quietly cleaning up the battlefield and helping with healing and purification. An indescribable sense of respect and gratitude welled up within them.

They all stood up, brushed off the dust and bloodstains from their bodies, straightened their disheveled clothes, and then, facing the Northern Xuan cultivators and the demon spirits assisting in the battle, solemnly and respectfully bowed their hands and performed the most solemn etiquette in the cultivation world.

This bow was to express gratitude for being saved.

This bow is a bow to the courage to fight to the death.

This bow was also a bow to the spirit of Beixuan, who supported the human race's defenses in dire straits and interpreted the word 'protection' with an iron will!

The sea breeze howled, sweeping across the islands still shrouded in the smoke of war, stirring up countless ashes.

Countless bowing figures formed a silent yet incredibly awe-inspiring picture on this battlefield that had just experienced hell.

As for the recipients of the thanks, the Northern Xuan cultivators only paused slightly, rubbed the heads of the demon spirits beside them, and then threw themselves into their more urgent work.

(End of this chapter)