Published: March 3, 2025
Chapter 786: Fellow Daoist, Please Hold On! (An 8,000-Character Super Chapter Seeking Subscription!!)
The duel of magic, with its twists and turns, lasted only about ten to twenty breaths from start to finish.
From the breaking of the "Bright Moon Demon Purging Formation" to the sealing of Aolang's demonic infant, the entire process did not exceed thirty breaths.
In high-level duels, if one does not hold back, the outcome is often decided in an instant.
Of course, whether one side can leave the other behind is another matter.
Both sides did not use their full strength; merely countering each other's moves was just part of the process, making such situations exceptions.
"Whoosh, whoosh~"
A streak of azure-purple escape light tore through the night sky, covering a distance of one or two hundred in just a few breaths, once again passing over the Bright Moon Immortal City and entering the spiritual consciousness range of several true monarch demonic kings.
As Liu Yu soared, he looked down.
In only about thirty breaths, this stronghold of the Human Race and crucial node of the Seven Nations Alliance had undergone earth-shattering changes.
From an orderly, civilized appearance, it had become utterly chaotic.
What filled his sight were countless shadows of demonic beasts and demonic birds, the roar of beasts rising and falling.
In contrast, the figures of immortal cultivators had become sparse, overwhelmed by the surging tide of demonic beasts.
Despite only thirty breaths having passed, low-level cultivators had suffered heavy casualties, with only a few still desperately holding on.
Yet they found it hard to see a way forward.
"Hatred, hatred, hatred!!!"
A cultivator's eyes were bloodshot, his expression a mix of grief and anger, letting out a deafening roar before dying.
"Boom!!!"
He then ignited his magical power, self-destructing in a burst of blinding spiritual light, unleashing unprecedented might and perishing together with several demonic beasts.
Proud as they were, how many cultivators were willing to meet their end in the mouths of demonic beasts when they could see survival was hopeless?
As the true monarch demonic kings withdrew, the third-order demonic cultivators came in from all directions without restraint.
The situation for golden core cultivators was slightly better, with more than half still alive at this time.
However, facing demonic cultivators outnumbering them several times, the path to survival was still extremely difficult, and it was uncertain how many would escape with their lives.
In the night sky, Liu Yu looked down.
He saw that the spiritual light belonging to cultivators had dropped from nearly ten thousand to less than a thousand and was still rapidly vanishing.
Each disappearance of spiritual light represented a human cultivator who was now at rest.
The Immortal City was left with only ruins, the remaining cultivators filled with grief, and every cultivator on the battlefield was struggling in agony.
The cruelty of the immortal path could be seen in such moments.
The view was one of ruin!
Seeing this scene, Liu Yu shook his head slightly.
After some thought, he extended his right hand and struck downwards into the air, radiating a dazzling azure light.
Wither!
The azure light enveloped dozens of miles, causing the demonic beasts and demonic cultivators illuminated by it to experience a drop in demonic power, spiritual consciousness, and strength by several tenths, weakening their might across the board.
In contrast, cultivators remained unaffected.
If Liu Yu were still at the golden core realm, such fine control would be impossible.
But now, with his realm having reached yuan ying, he had gained deeper insight into dao marks and Life-Bound Divine Abilities, allowing him to distinguish friend from foe over a large area.
The divine ability of Wither involved rules at a fundamental level, and even yuan ying transformations could not effectively resist such a higher-level strike; no demonic beast or demonic cultivator could escape it.