The Demon Race on Fangzhudao had already discerned the Human Race's intentions. Feng Ying and Yuan Hao charged forward without hesitation. Yuan Hao wielded a ten-zhang-long trident. With a mighty heave, he hurled the weapon into the sky. As the trident pierced the air, it emitted not the characteristic whistling sound of a projectile, but rather the thunderous roar of crashing waves. As if drawn by an invisible force, the sea suddenly surged into violent turmoil, birthing colossal waves that towered over the horizon. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝖓𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑~𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖾~𝖓𝖊𝖙 The massive wave followed the trident's trajectory, growing taller and taller until it formed a hundred-li-high tsunami—a living wall of water that blotted out the sun. Its deafening roar echoed across the sea as it swept toward the Human Race's Giant Flying Ships. "Insolent beasts! How dare you defy us!" Yin Shuo's diminutive figure planted itself before the approaching tsunami. An inexhaustible torrent of Corpse Qi erupted from his body, billowing like endless black smoke that blotted out the sky and threatened to transform the entire sea into a realm of death. The Corpse Qi coalesced into colossal black dragons, roaring as they lunged toward the hundred-li-high tsunami. The dark Corpse Qi and the white crest of the wave collided with cataclysmic force, unleashing a deafening roar that shook the very foundations of heaven and earth. The colossal wave instantly shattered into countless droplets that crashed against the sea surface. From the trident, torrents of deep blue water erupted forth. These azure currents radiated an intense chill, resembling liquid mercury with a faint metallic sheen. They exuded a heavy, oppressive aura—the Xuan Yin Heavy Water! Corpse Qi could withstand ordinary water waves, but it was no match for the Xuan Yin Heavy Water. Like a razor-sharp blade, the Xuan Yin Heavy Water effortlessly tore through the Corpse Qi and surged toward the Human Race's Giant Flying Ship. Yin Shuo waved his hand, and a Blood-Colored Corpse Coffin over ten zhang (approximately 30 meters) in length materialized abruptly. As if summoned, the surrounding Corpse Qi rushed toward the crimson coffin like rivers converging into the sea. The endless Corpse Qi coalesced into a black mountain over a hundred zhang (approximately 300 meters) tall. The dark monolith hurtled forward, colliding violently with the Xuan Yin Heavy Water. Their forces clashed. The Xuan Yin Heavy Water, imbued with extreme cold, attempted to freeze the black mountain. The mountain, teeming with endless Corpse Qi, radiated an overwhelming killing intent that pierced the heavens. They eroded each other, locked in a fierce stalemate. Meanwhile, Feng Ying and Xuan Chengzi had already engaged in combat. Feng Ying flapped its wings and let out a low growl. A fierce, deep azure wind suddenly erupted, carrying an intensely lethal aura. The gale howled as it swept toward the Human Race's Giant Flying Ships. Xuan Chengzi held a compass, roughly the size of a large bowl, covered in dense arcane symbols. He pointed a sword-shaped finger at the compass. Instantly, the compass blazed with azure light, and a black-and-white Eight Trigrams Diagram shot forth. The diagram rapidly expanded, transforming into a colossal structure spanning a hundred li as it stood between heaven and earth. The Azure Nether Gale crashed against the diagram like a raging tide. The azure gale roared, its terrifying howls echoing across the world. Yet the Eight Trigrams Diagram remained as steady as a mountain, unmoved by the tempest. Seeing this, a cruel glint flashed in Feng Ying's eyes. It beat its wings violently, condensing the Azure Nether Gale into a massive, ten-li-long azure blade that slashed at the diagram. Xuan Chengzi's fingers twitched, and the light from the compass intensified once more. The Eight Trigrams Diagram began to spin faster and faster, its motion coalescing into a dazzling halo of light. The moment the azure blade struck the halo, it was violently repelled. While Xuan Chengzi and Yin Shuo engaged the two Demon Kings, the Giant Flying Ships of the three major factions seized the opportunity to speed toward Fangzhudao. However, the Demon Race would not allow the Human Race to succeed so easily. Four colossal beasts with wings spanning hundreds of feet suddenly materialized. Resembling giant mosquitoes, their bodies were covered in black chitinous armor. Their thin, translucent wings shimmered in the air, and a sharp, lance-like proboscis protruded from their heads. These creatures, known as Bloodshadow Mosquito Dragons, possessed minimal intelligence and a ravenous appetite for living flesh and blood. During the Demon Race's previous invasion, they had been the primary obstacle for the Liangyi Sect. Trailing behind the Mosquito Dragons was Xing Wenyao. "Yun Xu, Cui Xuanjing," Ye Hua roared, "those beasts are for your sects to handle. I'll take Xing Wenyao myself!" He bellowed again, "All Wu Ji Sect disciples, prepare the Ten Directions Heavenly Demon Formation!" The Wu Ji Sect disciples swiftly obeyed, settling into meditative postures atop the rune-covered decks of their ships. They channeled spiritual energy or Spiritual Power from their bodies into the runes, creating a continuous flow of power. Simultaneously, the ten Wu Ji Sect Giant Flying Ships dispersed, forming a protective encirclement around Ye Hua. The Ten Directions Heavenly Demon Formation activated with terrifying speed. A colossal Phantom Shadow slowly materialized, its massive right hand sweeping toward Xing Wenyao in a crushing blow. Since the four Bloodshadow Mosquito Dragons were positioned in front of Xing Wenyao, they were within the Phantom Shadow's attack range. However, they weren't the Phantom Shadow's primary target. With a graceful flutter of their delicate wings, they swiftly altered course, evading the massive phantom hand's grasp. Xing Wenyao wasn't so fortunate. The Phantom Shadow's giant hand surged directly toward him, leaving him no escape except for a hasty retreat. Clutching his green wooden ruler, Xing Wenyao channeled a torrent of Spiritual Power into the artifact. The ruler blazed with emerald light as several thick, gnarled vines erupted from its surface, coiling toward the approaching phantom hand. The massive hand crushed two of the vines with a single swipe, but the remaining three seized the opportunity to entangle its wrist. The Phantom Shadow struggled violently, attempting to wrench its trapped arm free from the vines' grip. Yet the vines only tightened further, binding the limb securely. Moreover, they continued to extend, seeking to envelop the Phantom Shadow's entire form. Suddenly, the entangled arm dissolved into mist and vanished completely. Simultaneously, the Phantom Shadow's other arm swung down with brutal force, pulverizing the three remaining vines. In that very instant, the vanished arm reappeared, fully restored. Meanwhile, Zi Yun, Daoist Lan Yin, Daoist Yun Xu, Jing Yuanliang, and Cui Xuanjing had already engaged the four Bloodshadow Mosquito Dragons in battle. Zi Yun and Daoist Lan Yin were both Early Stage Nascent Soul cultivators, Jing Yuanliang was at the Mid Stage, and Daoist Yun Xu and Cui Xuanjing were at the Late Stage. Among the four Bloodshadow Mosquito Dragons, two were at the Mid Stage of the Fourth-Tier, and two were at the Late Stage. Logically, these five Nascent Soul cultivators should have easily defeated the four ferocious beasts. However, the reality was that the five cultivators were barely holding their own. Daoist Yun Xu, in particular, proved disappointing, his displayed strength only marginally greater than that of Zi Yun and Daoist Lan Yin, both Early Stage Nascent Soul cultivators. In contrast, the four Bloodshadow Mosquito Dragons moved with incredible speed, though their direct attacks were relatively weak. Their true threat lay in the green Poison Mist they could spray from their proboscises. Even Nascent Soul cultivators who came into contact with this mist would instantly suffer paralysis, disrupting their Spiritual Power flow and severely diminishing their combat abilities. As a result, the battle quickly devolved into a stalemate. Despite the combined efforts of the five Nascent Soul cultivators, they were stretched thin, constantly scrambling to defend against the dragons' relentless assaults. The ten warships of the Wu Ji Sect were immobilized, occupied with deploying the Ten Directions Heavenly Demon Formation. The warships of the Liangyi Sect and Cui Clan, caught in the crossfire of the intense battle, were unable to approach Fangzhudao and hovered helplessly near the Wu Ji Sect's vessels. The entire Human Race army was stalled, trapped between advancing and retreating. 📖Read (RDC) on Pa.treon@CinderTL - c1098. [+2] 🔑Early Access at $5. ✍Translated (6) Series, (4.1K+) Chapters, (5.8M+) Words.