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Chapter 379 Battle Above the Clouds
The imposing figure of the Tiger Lord hovered above the majestic Cloud City of the Cloud Peak Immortal Sect, like a demon god descending from the Netherworld.

He was surrounded by an aura of death, and a single glance from him could make ordinary cultivators dizzy.

Without uttering a single extra word or making a single extra movement, the Demonic Sect Master uttered only one sentence before launching his attack. The vast army of vengeful spirits, created from countless mortals, surged toward the Cloud Peak Immortal Sect.

The sky was stained leaden gray by endless ghouls, and a biting wind rose from the ground, emitting a shrill wail that sounded like ten thousand ghosts crying out.

The sound of metal ringing could be heard throughout the Yunlu Immortal Sect. The mountain-protecting array was instantly activated to its maximum. A dazzling golden light shield descended like a giant glass bowl, firmly protecting the entire Cloud City.

At the same time, countless sword lights, like shooting stars going against the current, soared into the sky from all parts of the mountain gate.

The immortal disciples, dressed in plain Taoist robes and wielding sharp swords and magical weapons, charged towards the evil spirits.

The disciples of Yunlu Immortal Sect were well prepared, forming dozens of arrays of varying sizes. The roar of magical artifacts and the chanting of incantations overlapped, directly overpowering the mournful screams of the vengeful ghosts.

The spells rained down, crisscrossing and transforming into a seven-colored torrent that collided with the million demonic foes.

In an instant, countless gray, vengeful spirits vanished.

It seems that these ghostly apparitions were just for show; most of them were wiped away by the torrent of magic, like wiping away a layer of dust from the sky to reveal a clear blue sky.

However, before the disciples of Yunlu Immortal Sect could rejoice, the dispelled gray smoke and dust did not completely disappear. Instead, it dispersed like dust and then reformed, even in greater numbers than before.

The gap in the gray torrent was quickly filled, and it surged towards the Yunlu Immortal Sect once again, this time faster and with a more turbulent momentum.

The disciples of Yunlu Immortal Sect were immediately startled. Many of them had no experience fighting against demons, and their proud spells were unable to kill these accomplices.

Perhaps there was only a moment of hesitation, but that was enough time for the ghost to crash into the magic array of these immortal sect disciples.

As the gray fog spread, the dozens of formations in the sky instantly changed color.

The disciples of the Yunlu Immortal Sect discovered that these ghostly beings existed between reality and illusion. When a sword was slashed, resistance could be felt, and their forms could be destroyed. Magic could also scatter their forms, but in a short while, the gray mist would re-condense, as if they were immortal.

The screeching ghosts and biting ravenously attacked them like hungry demons.

Although the formation and magical artifacts protect them, the ghosts can only crash into them and turn into nothingness again. However, while one ghost is useless, thousands upon thousands of ghosts are not so easy to deal with.

This time, it was the disciples of the Yunlu Immortal Sect who felt the effects of the saturation attack. Soon, some disciples could not withstand it and were rushed out of the formation. When the protective divine light around him dissipated, he was devoured by the demons the next second, leaving only fragments of flesh and bone falling to the ground.

The death of the first Yunlu Immortal Sect disciple seemed to indicate that the balance of this battle was beginning to tilt.

More and more formations were broken up, and one by one, the disciples of Yunlu Immortal Sect were brutally dismembered.

Having never experienced a fierce battle between good and evil, they naturally felt timid and cowardly in the face of such a ferocious enemy, and were unable to use their abilities at all.

Seeing the casualties of his disciples deep in the clouds, Master Wuyun felt a pang of pity. It was his order for his disciples to leave the protective formation and take the initiative to attack.

Master Wuyun knew that there would be casualties. These young disciples who had never been on the battlefield would panic and be terrified, and then be torn apart by the vicious methods of the demonic sect.

But this was already the easiest battle situation that Master Wuyun had found.

Although their opponent was the Demonic Sect Master, the Yunlu Immortal Sect was behind them. Every disciple was protected by an array, and they could simply turn back a few steps to re-enter the mountain-guarding array, which would isolate them from all dangers.

There is no easier option than fighting on your own doorstep.

These dozens of formations, large and small, are all controlled by elite disciples of the Yunlu Immortal Sect. Whether to fight or retreat is entirely up to them.

Today's battle is merely the beginning of the great war between good and evil. There is no bloodshed now, but the casualties of the Yunlu Immortal Sect will be even greater in the future.

The Five Elements Master could not accept another fall of Cloud City, so even if it meant being ruthless, he wanted to put his disciples through some trials.

The Yunlu Immortal Sect had fewer than a thousand disciples in total, and even fewer who could fight. After suffering more than a dozen casualties, the Yunlu Immortal Sect disciples finally began to retreat, preparing to hide in the mountain-protecting formation to avoid the evil spirits.

However, they were able to maintain their formation during the retreat, at least regaining their footing amidst the chaos.

Seeing this scene, Master Wuyun finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The outcome of a battle is not important; as long as they have the courage to fight again, then their sacrifices are worthwhile.

However, just after a small number of Yunlu Immortal Sect disciples hid in the mountain-protecting formation, Fei Lian, who had been watching the battle from the sidelines, suddenly spoke up: "How can the dignified Yunlu Immortal Sect retreat? Isn't it your responsibility to eliminate demons and protect the righteous path?"

"not good!"

The Five Elements Master's expression immediately changed drastically.

As expected, as soon as Lord Feilian uttered these words, the disciples of Yunlu Immortal Sect seemed to be possessed, turning around and rushing towards those vengeful spirits.

Words become law; the laws of the world can be modified at will, and all living beings and creatures are under control.

This is the skill of the Venerable Feilian.

While it's impossible to destroy the Yunlu Immortal Sect with a single sentence, or kill the Five Elements True Person with a breath, dealing with these juniors is truly a piece of cake.

As soon as the words were spoken, the disciples of Yunlu Immortal Sect forgot their fear and their rules, and became entangled with the immortal army of ghouls.

But Lord Feilian had no intention of letting these juniors go. Just as they were fighting fiercely, they heard the demon speak again: "Truly ruthless! Aren't you righteous cultivators supposed to be benevolent? Take a closer look at what you're killing."

Upon hearing this, the disciples of the Yunlu Immortal Sect were once again taken aback.

It was as if they were only now realizing that the ghosts before them were not monstrous creatures, but living, breathing mortals.

There were ragged, emaciated farmers, terrified women holding their babies, white-haired, unsteady old men, and... many, many innocent children!

"Mercy, immortal! Mercy, immortal!" A child ghost, who looked only seven or eight years old, with tears streaming down his face and wearing a tattered floral jacket, stumbled towards a young female disciple, reaching out his thin little hand and wailing pitifully, "Mother... Mother, save me, I'm in so much pain... Don't kill me..."

That voice was childish and helpless, striking the softest spot in people's hearts.

The young female disciple trembled violently, her hand gripping the sword shaking slightly. What lay before her was no vengeful ghost, but a pitiful, innocent child! She instinctively sheathed her sword, a flicker of pity in her eyes, and the spell she had been holding slowly dissipated.

"Junior sister, be careful!"

Yu Shenxing roared in anger from the crowd, but it was too late.

The moment the female disciple relaxed her guard, the fear on the "child's" face vanished instantly, replaced by extreme resentment and madness! Its small body suddenly swelled and deformed, transforming into a pitch-black ghostly figure with venomous claws, which pounced on the female disciple at incredible speed.

The sharp claws easily pierced through the protective aura and tore open her throat!
"Junior sister!"

"Don't be fooled! They are all demons! They are the henchmen of the tiger!"

Yu Shenxing loudly reminded him that although he was also influenced by the Flying Lord, he could still barely maintain some clarity.

However, the other disciples of the Yunlu Immortal Sect did not seem to have this ability, and most of them lost their composure under the influence of that great power that made words come true.

Faced with the heart-wrenching cries and pleas of the vengeful spirits in the form of women, children, and the elderly, even the most hardened cultivator would inevitably waver for a moment. And that moment of wavering would be the fatal flaw, allowing the vengeful spirits to tear him apart.

More than a dozen Yunlu Immortal Sect disciples died, and they could no longer maintain the formation. They were afraid that they would all die at the hands of the evil spirits soon.

Just then, the protective array of the Yunlu Immortal Sect suddenly shone brightly with golden light, expanding instantly to envelop all the surviving disciples of the Yunlu Immortal Sect, while keeping the evil spirits outside.

The voice of the Five Elements Immortal came from within the Cloud City: "Let this old Daoist experience the methods of the two Venerable Lords."

A dazzling giant hand descended from the sky; it was the very hand that twisted the five elements of spiritual energy.

However, this time it was not cast by an array, but rather formed by the Five Elements True Man using his own spiritual energy.

The giant hand slammed down, turning the million demonic foes into endless gray mist.

Tiger's accomplice, however, was not afraid at all and laughed loudly, "This is far inferior to the move we just used!"

The tiger's hand, as large as a mountain, clenched in the air, and the scattered gray mist once again condensed into the shape of a million tiger demons, surging towards the multicolored giant hand.

The two immense forces collided, nearly shattering the sky.

Seeing that Hu Chang was fighting with Wu Yun Zhenren, Fei Lian Zunzhu was preparing to use his "Words Come True" technique again to help Hu Chang.

Anyway, there's no need to make him fight against the entire Yunlu Immortal Sect, and a few words won't take much effort.

But just as he was about to open his mouth, several figures appeared around him.

Tie Shengrong, the leader of the Incense Burning Sect, along with several cultivators at the Returning Void Realm and several at the Nascent Soul Realm, surrounded Venerable Feilian, as if they had been waiting there for a long time.

Everyone's attention was completely focused on Lord Feilian. If he dared to utter even half a word, he would be met with a lightning-fast attack.

Lord Feilian glanced at Tie Shengrong, then dismissively swept over the crowd before finally settling on a young Nascent Soul cultivator.

Sheng Huai'an, of the Qinghe Sword Sect.

The swordsman, who couldn't utter a single word to strangers, stared solemnly at Lord Feilian, his hand already resting on the hilt of his sword at his waist.

Lord Feilian seemed to have forgotten everyone else's presence, and said, "You are not allowed to draw your sword!"

He spoke a few simple words quickly, yet with perfect clarity, so that everyone could hear them.

Tie Shengrong was surprised. He was clearly only at the Returning to the Void Realm, but this demon used his first words on Sheng Huai'an.

But despite the unexpected turn of events, no one was going to let this opportunity slip by.

The moment he spoke, the attack began. Spells, sword light, and magical treasures all rained down on Lord Feilian, with the power to shatter mountains.

Especially Tie Shengrong, who is a Void Returning Realm cultivator, can unleash dozens of sword lights with a single move.

But when the attack landed on him, the heavy animal skin cloak fluttered wildly, creating countless ripples that blocked all the attacks.

At this moment, all his energy was focused on Sheng Huai'an, as if this Nascent Soul Realm sword cultivator was the biggest threat.

Sheng Huai'an's hands were already trembling. He could feel that the heavens and earth seemed to have a will, commanding him with supreme authority not to draw the sword at his waist.

A mountain-like weight pressed down on his palms, as if the sword would crush his flesh and bones into mud if he didn't release its hilt. A deafening roar filled his ears, as if all living beings in the world were cursing him, demanding that he throw away the sword or he would be the greatest sinner in the world.

Anyone else would have already loosened their grip under such immense pressure, or even thrown the sword away.

But Sheng Huai'an didn't; he simply gripped the hilt of his sword even tighter.

No one can stop the sword cultivators of the Qinghe Sword Sect from drawing their swords, not even this world!

A sword cry like a dragon's roar rang out, and Sheng Huai'an finally drew his sword.

At this moment, both the million demon lords and the five-colored giant hand lost all their color.

Only this sword light existed between heaven and earth.

(End of this chapter)