Chapter 1015: Bringing You Home

This was a land dyed red with blood, littered with corpses, and flowing with rivers of blood, like the depths of Wu Jian Di Yu. On the ground, two figures supported each other, their bodies staggering, leaving a trail of bloody footprints behind them.

They were Hu Wa and Xi Yan.

Ever since the Tian Mo invasion, Hu Wa had followed Ji Ning Shuang onto the battlefield. The cultivators of Da Chu were scattered, and he had lost track of Ji Ning Shuang. Leading a small group of Zheng Yang Zong cultivators in a breakout, they were surrounded and slaughtered by the Tian Mo army.

As for Xi Yan, she had fled from Nan Chu, and Feng Ji had not pursued her.

She had accurately located Hu Wa, but even with her strength alone, she could not turn the tide. Even together, they were overwhelmingly defeated, with all the Zheng Yang Zong cultivators perishing in battle. Now, they had reached the end of their lives.

In the dim heavens and earth, their backs appeared desolate.

They were the first and second true disciples of Tian Ting—one was the student of Tian Ting's holy master Ye Chen, and the other was the student of Zheng Yang Zong's leader Ji Ning Shuang. One of them was destined to become the holy master of Tian Ting in the future.

Yet, the cruelty of war had forced these two, not yet twenty years old, onto the battlefield prematurely. Their once-glamorous lives would now end alongside this brutal conflict.

"Xi Yan, you shouldn't have come."

Hu Wa leaned on his Wu Tie stick to support himself on the ground, blood constantly spilling from his mouth as he helped steady Xi Yan. Even as his ling hun zhi huo was fading, he continued to channel jing yuan into her body.

"I'm Ye Chen's student."

Xi Yan smiled radiantly, blood surging from her mouth as her ben ming ling hun crumbled. While Hu Wa channeled jing yuan into her, she was also transferring zhen li into him.

"What a touching scene!"

A faint, mocking voice echoed, ethereal and taunting. A demon general clad in icy armor stepped forward.

"A Sheng Yuan bloodline and a Ling Zu bloodline—such good luck."

The demon general eyed Hu Wa and Xi Yan with interest, his smile sinister and greedy, his eyes gleaming with malice. As he laughed, he even licked his scarlet tongue.

Behind him, countless demon soldiers followed, filling the ground and the skies, all staring bloodthirstily at Xi Yan and Hu Wa.

Xi Yan and Hu Wa said nothing, forcing themselves to stand firm, back to back, silently facing the horde of demon soldiers.

"Xi Yan, are you afraid?"

Hu Wa's voice was hoarse and faint.

"Not afraid."

Xi Yan smiled serenely, her body igniting with flames—that of her cultivation and xue mai power, all burned away. Her flowing hair, like rippling waves, turned snow-white strand by strand.

"I'm not afraid either."

Hu Wa laughed too, offering his ling hun as a blood sacrifice, his cascading long hair also turning white.

"How foolish."

The demon general's lips curled into a mocking smile, and he casually waved his hand.

"Kill them for me."

At his command, the demon soldiers surged from all directions like a tidal wave, intent on overwhelming Xi Yan and Hu Wa.

Fight!

Hu Wa roared fiercely, charging forward and swinging his iron rod, instantly sweeping away a swath of enemies. His body erupted in golden light, dazzling and radiant. Even at the brink of death, his battle intent soared fearlessly.

Xi Yan was the same, her Ling Shuang sword trembling in her hand as she unleashed waves of annihilating light, felling demon soldiers in droves.

From high above, that white silhouette and that golden figure stood out starkly amid the dense mass of demon soldiers. The explosive power they displayed before death even made the demon general furrow his brow.

At some point, the Ling Shuang sword in Xi Yan's hand shattered, its divine glow nearly extinguished.

On the other side, Hu Wa had reached his limit, his iron rod cracking in his grip, the golden radiance on his body dimming to near darkness.

The demon general sneered and extended his hand, a vortex forming in his palm, ready to devour them whole.

But at that moment, a sword beam capable of destroying heaven and earth slashed from the distant horizon, splitting the dim heavens.

The demon general's expression changed instantly, and he retreated abruptly.

Feng Shen Jue!

A cold voice laced with overwhelming killing intent rang out as a crimson killing sword suddenly appeared, piercing straight through his skull. That mighty demon general was slain on the spot, and absurdly, he never even saw who had killed him.

Shi Zun!

Seeing that it was Ye Chen and Ji Ning Shuang, Xi Yan and Hu Wa both revealed exhausted smiles. Amid the howling bloody winds, they collapsed to the ground.

Ji Ning Shuang stepped forward in an instant, catching Xi Yan.

Ye Chen arrived just as quickly, catching Hu Wa.

Gazing at the two whose ling hun zhi huo was on the verge of extinction, Ye Chen and Ji Ning Shuang trembled. Even if Da Luo Jin Xian were present, they could not save them.

Kill! Kill for me!

More demon generals charged from all sides, their roars shaking the heavens. They had tracked Ye Chen and Ji Ning Shuang here, followed by a vast army of demon soldiers, determined to cut them down.

Shi Fu will take you home!

Shi Fu will take you home!

In unison, Ye Chen hoisted Hu Wa onto his back, and Ji Ning Shuang hoisted Xi Yan onto hers.

Buzz! Zheng!

The two ascended into the sky in a single step. Ye Chen swung the Xue Ling Shen Dao, and Ji Ning Shuang summoned the Xuan Ling Shen Jian, instantly slaughtering the oncoming demon soldiers.

Two demon generals lunged forward, one targeting Ye Chen and the other Ji Ning Shuang.

Get out!

Ye Chen's furious roar thundered like lightning, his blade slashing across the eight directions and sending the demon general flying. As soon as the enemy steadied himself, Ye Chen blasted him into a mist of blood with a palm strike.

Ji Ning Shuang was equally dominant, her Xuan Ling Shen Jian cleaving through heaven and earth. She shattered the demon general's divine weapon with one sword strike, severing half his body along with it. The demon general's face changed in shock as he tried to retreat, but it was too late—Ji Ning Shuang's sword pierced his brow, extinguishing his ling hun instantly.

Any who block me will die!

Ye Chen entered a demonic state, treading on a sea of Mo Sha blood while suspending a vast starry sky above his head, unfolding a Hun Dun world.

Ji Ning Shuang also activated her forbidden secret technique, an ancient pattern etching itself on her forehead, accompanied by an outer dao dharma image that intertwined with Ye Chen's Hun Dun world. They were surrounded by the Hun Dun Shen Ding and Jiu Zhou Shen Tu, forming a massive protective dao array.

Boom! Bang!

The land was instantly soaked in fresh blood as demon generals charged one after another, only to be slain repeatedly. The demon soldiers pressed on relentlessly, like a dark ocean churning with massive waves.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

Elsewhere, the commotion was even greater, with Da Chu cultivators still under pursuit and interception, the scene utterly tragic.

On the walls of Nan Chu, stretching over three million li, figures stood in neat ranks, all clad in armor and gripping killing swords. Their blood boiled like burning fire, their eyes blood-red as they stared at the distant horizon.

There, the shadows of Da Chu cultivators could be seen—they had broken out of the encirclement.

But behind the Da Chu cultivators came an endless black mass—the Tian Mo army in hot pursuit.

Activate the killing arrays!

The shouts of Gu San Tong and Wu Ya Dao Ren echoed like thunder.

Immediately, massive killing arrays rose into the air above the walls, blanketing the sky as their power awakened. Vast protective mountain barriers enveloped the three million li of Nan Chu walls, and everyone readied their ling qi.

Open the gates!

With Man Shan's mighty roar, over ten thousand gates swung open with a boom.

At once, the retreating Da Chu cultivators streaked in like divine lights, entering the gates. Once the last one was inside, the gates slammed shut again, reinforced with hundreds of seals.

"Dammit, fire at them! Aim true and hit hard."

Gu San Tong raised his killing sword, pointing toward the approaching Tian Mo army.

In an instant, billions of divine beams erupted, sweeping across the heavens and earth. Pent up for so long and unable to aid Bei Chu, the Nan Chu cultivators' battle spirit soared, their blood burning like fire as they finally found an outlet.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

The newly arrived Tian Mo army suffered heavily, turned to ash in droves before they could even steady themselves.

This was the might of Nan Chu's walls. Since their construction, they were no ordinary defenses—every inch was inscribed with array patterns; every hundred zhang held a killing array; every thousand zhang, a protective mountain array; every ten thousand zhang, a Xu Tian killing array; and every hundred thousand zhang, a Tian Jing artifact stood guard.