Chapter 1025: Assault on the Sky-Piercing Demon Pillar

In the pitch-black night, the rumbling from Nan Chu faded away. The cultivators of Da Chu had finally held their ground in Nan Chu, but at a tremendous cost. Gazing across Nan Chu, the land was strewn with corpses and rivers of blood, belonging to both Da Chu cultivators and Tianmo soldiers.

The walls of Nan Chu were stained red with fresh blood, and the protective mountain barrier was severely damaged, with many sections of the walls collapsed. Hurry, hurry, hurry!

On the city walls, figures moved frantically, repairing the Nan Chu barriers, setting up formations and ballistae, while the injured were quickly carried away. Reserve troops stepped in to take their places.

Ji Ningshuang stood atop the Nan Tian Men tower, quietly gazing toward the direction of Bei Chu, as if she could see that slender figure from afar. A gentle breeze blew by, and traces of fresh blood occasionally spilled from the corners of her mouth.

She was wounded, her soul deeply injured, and exhaustion showed clearly on her face. During the earlier Tianmo assault, she had single-handedly battled nine Mo Jiang, managing to slay five and force the remaining ones, along with the Mo Jun, to retreat.

The night was dark, and yellow sand swirled in Bei Chu. Looking down upon the world, vast swaths of black shadows surged forward like a dark ocean toward Nan Chu — these were the endless Tianmo soldiers, continuously reinforcing their ranks with the vow to devour Nan Chu.

This was a mountain range stretching over eight thousand li, like a massive dragon lying across the earth, with towering peaks and rugged ridges. It was one of the few mountain chains in Bei Chu: Di Zang Shan.

In the dead of night, Ye Chen's vanguard of the Da Chu expedition army arrived first. Following them came Mo Wang Kui Yujiang, and the other kings from various eras, each leading their troops. They united their forces and narrowed their eyes, staring toward the direction of Bei Zhen Cang Yuan, where that towering Qing Tian Mo Zhu seemed to loom right before them.

The Tianmo defenses were extraordinarily strong, with a massive barrier erected across Bei Zhen Cang Yuan from east to west. This barrier was like the walls of Nan Chu, dividing Bei Zhen Cang Yuan from the central lands. To enter Bei Zhen Cang Yuan, one had to breach the barrier, as all paths leading there were blocked by this immense structure.

Beyond the barrier were countless Tianmo soldiers, spread like a black carpet covering the entire Bei Zhen Cang Yuan. The orderly Tianmo ranks left no gaps whatsoever.

“Defense isn't ordinarily strong!” the Yao Wang said gravely.

“The barrier can be torn open, but it will certainly alert the numerous Tianmo Mo Jun,” Tai Xu Gu Long pondered.

“How should we attack?” the kings from various eras all turned their gaze to Ye Chen.

“Strong assault,” Ye Chen declared firmly.

Upon hearing this, the kings from various eras and the ninety thousand quasi-Tianjing experts all took a deep breath, secretly channeling their cultivation techniques and preparing to unleash their peak power.

Having reached this point, they were already resolved. Bei Zhen Cang Yuan was impregnable, and Ye Chen had assembled such a massive Da Chu expedition army precisely for this strong assault. There was no other way to bypass the Tianmo forces.

Once this battle began, there would be no retreat. They might succeed, or they might all perish.

Break through the barrier!

Ye Chen stared intently at the Qing Tian Mo Zhu in Bei Zhen Cang Yuan.

Tai Xu Gu Long and Zi Xuan had already started setting up a formation — a powerful array that, with the combined strength of ninety thousand quasi-Tianjing experts, could blast an opening in Bei Zhen Cang Yuan's protective barrier.

At that moment, at the northernmost end of Bei Zhen Cang Yuan, the remaining seven Mo Jun stood in the void, guarding the Qing Tian Mo Zhu. On one hand, their eyes were fixed on the direction of the Nan Chu walls, each channeling powerful divine abilities as if to pierce through illusions and see the full extent of the battles there.

“What a surprise,” Shi Xue Mo Jun said coldly. “A mere Da Chu has held back our Tianmo army for so long and cost us two Mo Jun. It's a true humiliation.”

“Look at you, so indignant, yet I didn't see you lend a hand when An Hei Mo Jun was destroyed!” Feng Mo Jun said with a sly smile.

“Feng Mo Jun, what do you mean by that?” Shi Xue Mo Jun narrowed his eyes and glanced at Jiu You Mo Jun, a flash of icy killing intent in his blood-red eyes.

“No particular meaning,” Feng Mo Jun replied with a mocking grin. “I just want to say, in front of us, drop the act of righteous indignation.”

“You—”

“Enough.” Di Mo Jun snorted coldly, cutting off Shi Xue Mo Jun. “Da Chu's fall is only a matter of time. Don't bicker here and tarnish the name of Mo Jun.”

“Now that's something I like to hear,” Jiu You Mo Jun said contentedly, stretching his neck. “They're just a bunch of lowly cultivators. How long can they hold us back?”

“In my view... hmm?” Lei Mo Jun began, but suddenly turned his head toward the southern void.

Not just him — the other six Mo Jun also narrowed their eyes and stared at the southern void.

Boom!

In the next second, a thunderous roar echoed through the heavens and earth. The massive protective barrier of Bei Zhen Cang Yuan suddenly split open, and ninety thousand beams of divine light surged in simultaneously.

Bang!

Immediately after, the ground of Bei Zhen Cang Yuan trembled with a bang.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Then came a series of such sounds, the earth shaking rhythmically. Listening closely, it was the sound of footsteps, perhaps from bodies as heavy as mountains, causing the ground to rumble with each step.

The Tianmo soldiers gripped their war spears, their blood-red eyes all locked in that direction.

Finally, the mist parted, revealing a group of figures in black robes and black cloaks. They appeared like gods of death in the night, each enveloped in divine light and radiating overwhelming battle intent.

“How bold!”

Yan Mo Jun roared in fury, as if realizing who had invaded.

“They actually sneaked all the way here!”

Jiu You Mo Jun snarled, his face twisted in savage rage.

“Kill them!”

Di Mo Jun swung his killing sword, pointing it directly at the Da Chu expedition army. Then, the Tianmo army unleashed millions of divine beams, like an ocean of light, intent on annihilating Ye Chen and his forces on the spot.

“Shrink the ground to an inch!”

“Turn space to dust!”

“Swap heaven and earth!”

Ye Chen and his allies swiftly used secret techniques — some crossing the void, others shifting spatial realms — to evade the onslaught of divine beams.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Still, blood splattered as many of the less powerful quasi-Tianjing experts were crushed to ash on the spot, their souls unable to escape.

“Victory means life! Defeat means death!”

Ye Chen's roar shook the heavens as he gripped the Xue Ling Shen Dao and charged forward, cleaving a bloody path.

“Kill!”

Tai Xu Gu Long and Zi Xuan advanced on the left, Ou Yang Wang and Dao Huang on the right. The kings from various eras tore through the void, with the ninety thousand quasi-Tianjing experts following closely, turning swaths of Tianmo soldiers into nothingness.

“Kill!”

The Tianmo army surged like a vast ocean, sweeping in from all sides.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

In the clash, blood stained the skies as figures fell from the void one after another, while others soared into the heavens.

The scene was brutal. Though the Da Chu expedition army consisted entirely of quasi-Tianjing experts, they were vastly outnumbered, and their numbers dwindled rapidly as they fought onward.

“Kill!”

With another furious shout, the veteran quasi-Tianjing experts of Da Chu self-detonated their bodies, dragging tens of thousands of Tianmo soldiers with them to the afterlife.

“Kill!”

Once the first self-detonation occurred, others followed. These were individuals whose lifespans were nearly spent or who were gravely wounded; self-detonation was their final act for Da Chu.

From above, the void bloomed with dazzling blood flowers amid the dark ocean of the Tianmo army.

This sight even made the seven Tianmo Mo Jun furrow their brows. They realized these madmen had no intention of returning and were literally paving a road with their flesh and blood.

Naturally, they weren't fools. They understood Ye Chen's frenzied assault aimed straight for the Qing Tian Mo Zhu, and even their composure was shaken by the Da Chu cultivators' resolve.

“Open!”

On the blood-soaked battlefield, beams of light shot straight into the sky. These were Da Chu's quasi-Tianjing experts offering their souls and lifespans in blood sacrifice, achieving near-sublimation for peak power. They had no plans to survive and left no path for retreat.

“Stop them!”

The first general under Feng Mo Jun roared, wildly swinging his killing sword.

Buzz!

In the next instant, a black war spear pierced through from the southern void, shattering his skull and pinning him in the air.

“Kill!”

It was Ye Chen who struck, stepping forward to shrink distances in an inch, his palm crushing hundreds of Tianmo soldiers. Then, with the Xue Ling Shen Dao, he carved another bloody path. Tai Xu Gu Long followed, using Tai Xu secret techniques to extend that path for thousands of zhang. Zi Xuan and the others activated forbidden secrets, forging a massive beam that crossed the path once more.

Buzz!

The kings from various eras wielded their weapons to guard the way, forcefully blocking the Tianmo attacks from both sides.

Buzz!

The Tianmo generals also deployed their weapons and formations, unleashing devastating divine beams.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

On the spot, swaths of Da Chu expedition army cultivators were engulfed, their souls scattering in an instant.

“Kill!”

Ye Chen's roar echoed through the heavens as he led the charge, the Xue Ling Shen Dao swinging wildly without any pattern, mowing down Tianmo soldiers who couldn't halt his advance. Behind him, mountains of corpses and seas of blood piled up.

The Da Chu expedition army's cultivators fell one by one, blurring Ye Chen's eyes with bloody tears. But they had no time for grief, not even to glance back. Those sacrifices were paving the way for them to reach the Qing Tian Mo Zhu, a road built from their comrades' blood and bones.

Qing Tian Mo Zhu!

Ye Chen glared at the northern void, his eyes streaked with bloody tears fixed on it.

“Kill!”

With another earth-shaking roar, he split a Mo Jiang in two with a single strike, then stepped forward to shrink distances by thousands of zhang.

“Die!”

Three Mo Jiang lunged at him, jointly activating a blood-red bronze furnace that bore down from above.

“Get back!”

Ye Chen roared, slashing the furnace away with his blade and sending the three Mo Jiang staggering back with a grunt.

Tai Xu Gu Long charged from behind, striking down one Mo Jiang with a sword.

The kings from various eras flashed into the fray, clearing the path for those behind. Zi Xuan, Ou Yang Wang, and Dao Huang descended from the sky, instantly slaying the two Mo Jiang blocking the way.