In the plaza of Imperial Demon City, every cultivator present had weathered countless battles. After repeated failures to breach the blood-colored barrier, they instinctively knew what needed to be done.
They couldn't verify whether death here would lead to resurrection in the Grand Void Illusionary Realm, nor did they fully trust the Demon Race's claims.
Yet none of that mattered. At this moment, their minds converged on a single, burning conviction: kill him.
The Ancient Demon Race elder watched with detached amusement as hundreds of Qi Refining cultivators launched their assault. He relished the opportunity to crush these human cultivators repeatedly, stoking the terror in their Divine Souls to harvest the purest spiritual nourishment.
Having waited millennia already, a mere quarter of an hour was nothing.
Boom!
The combined assault came not only from over thirty Legendary Qi Refining cultivators, but also hundreds of Peak Qi Refining experts.
The resulting surge of Spirit Energy was so ferocious that even a Golden Core Stage cultivator might hesitate to face it head-on. Yet the Demon God standing at the center of the plaza simply raised a hand and slapped the onslaught away with casual ease.
Sword light, spirit energy, magic artifacts, techniques, divine abilities, and spirit talismans shattered like waves crashing against an invisible celestial barrier, breaking, breaking, and breaking again.
Han Yi didn't stand idly by. To remain passive in this maelstrom would be utter folly.
His top-grade peak magic artifact, the Chengying Sword, trailed a faint crimson glow as it surged forward, breaking through, accelerating, and accelerating further. His divine sense erupted forth, only to be crushed beneath the colossal palm looming above.
A violent force swept past in an instant.
The divine sense Han Yi had infused into the Chengying Sword was annihilated instantly, leaving him no chance to detonate the artifact as a last resort.
A metallic sweetness burned in his throat as he forcibly suppressed the blood rising within.
This is beyond the realm of a Demon God, far surpassing the capabilities of Qi Refining cultivators. Even if a thousand of us attacked together, it wouldn't make a difference.
Our only hope is to find a way to escape.
Han Yi's heart pounded with terror. His earlier assault had been merely one of hundreds. Some cultivators hurled magic artifacts, others unleashed spirit talismans, some channeled the power of battle banners, and even a Legendary Qi Refining Cultivator had detonated a top-grade magic artifact.
Yet countless attacks proved utterly ineffective.
Han Yi now realized their united assault had failed.
He looked up to see that after their combined efforts crumbled, some cultivators had turned to attack the blood-colored light barrier, desperately trying to breach it and escape. Others continued to relentlessly assault the Ancient Demon Race elder, but every strike was effortlessly nullified. Even those that landed seemed to leave the demon unscathed.
Han Yi felt no despair, just as he hadn't in the mysterious grotto. Even in seemingly hopeless situations, he believed there was always a chance for survival.
"That's it—the Jade Capital Grand Void Token!"
"If anything here connects to the Cave Heaven World, it must be the Jade Capital Grand Void Token."
"The fact that Jade Capital Mountain would reclaim it, paying the price of forfeiting the chance to comprehend a First-Grade Immortal Foundation—an immeasurable immortal opportunity—proves this token's extraordinary nature."
Thoughts raced through Han Yi's mind. With no other options, he had no choice but to make a desperate gamble.
He glanced up at the nine Grand Void Tokens that had slowly drifted down after the blood-colored light barrier sealed shut and the light beams dissipated.
At that moment, the nine Grand Void Tokens had descended to within about twenty meters.
Han Yi flicked his wrist, and six daggers hovered beside him.
"Go!"
The six daggers shot silently into the air, maintaining a linear formation rather than dispersing. Linked end-to-end, they streaked forward with extraordinary speed, surpassing even some Top-Grade Magic Artifacts.
In terms of power, Han Yi's daggers were merely Mid-Grade Magic Artifacts, their destructive force limited and rendered entirely useless within the radiant barrier.
However, in terms of pure speed, his mastery of the Sword Control Technique had reached Peak Perfection, allowing him to wield these daggers with an agility rivaling that of a Legendary Qi Refining Cultivator.
He wasn't alone in this strategy.
Two Spirit Swords ascended simultaneously, launching slightly later than Han Yi's daggers. Yet, they swiftly intercepted two Jade Capital Grand Void Tokens. Carrying the tokens, the swords arced back to their respective Sword Immortals, who had already launched their second Spirit Swords into the air. Han Yi paid them no mind.
Hot on their heels, Han Yi clamped the third Jade Capital Grand Void Token between two of his daggers. He swiftly reversed course, blasting back toward his position.
Just then...
With a cold snort, a pale-faced Legendary Cultivator, visibly injured, suddenly unleashed a Crimson Longsword. The Blood Sword shot diagonally into the sky like a meteor, aiming to shatter Han Yi's daggers and intercept the Jade Capital Grand Void Token.
Han Yi's expression remained unchanged.
He simply detached one of his daggers and sent it hurtling toward the sword. Without hesitation, he detonated the Wind Demon Dagger, its self-destructive force halting the Blood Sword's advance.
The remaining daggers, still clutching the Jade Capital Grand Void Token, had already widened the distance between them.
Han Yi lowered his gaze and met the eyes of a young Cultivator whose arm hung limply, his spirit robes stained with blood, his face cold and fierce, his eyes burning with murderous intent.
"Southern Dipper Divine Palace—Fu You," Han Yi said, his voice icy.
Though his opponent was a Legendary Qi Refining cultivator, Han Yi wouldn't surrender this slim chance of survival. He was prepared to fight to the death.
!
Hundreds of meters away, Fu You gave Han Yi a long, deep look before turning his attention back to the battle. The intercepted Blood Sword didn't fall; instead, it hovered mid-air and surged toward the fourth Jade Capital Grand Void Token.
At the same moment, a chaotic dance of magic artifacts erupted. They soared, intercepted, blocked, and slashed, all vying for control of the tokens.
Ten meters away, the Demon Race cultivator merely smirked contemptuously, making no move to intervene.
The more they struggle, the more desperate their deaths will be. That was exactly what the demon hoped for.
To reach the Jade Capital Grand Void Token twenty meters above, Han Yi had to detonate three Wind Demon Daggers, demonstrating the ferocity of the competition.
But he wasn't safe yet.
In the distance, a Legendary Qi Refining Cultivator was streaking toward him. Closer, three unfamiliar Peak Qi Refining cultivators, their eyes bloodshot, activated their Magic Artifacts and unleashed a deadly barrage.
He had too little time to think.
Unlike the Grand Void Token Fragments he'd obtained earlier, the Jade Capital Grand Void Token was a warm, pale-green jade slab about twenty centimeters long. Its surface was completely smooth, resembling an unworked piece of natural spirit jade.
Swallow it?
Grimacing, Han Yi opened his mouth to swallow the token whole.
Just then, a solemn, authoritative voice echoed through the blood-colored space.
"Junior Brother, stop playing with fire."
The first voice was immediately followed by another, sounding slightly indolent: "Relax, it's all part of the plan."
"Who's there?!"
The demon, who had been watching with amusement as the human cultivators turned on each other, suddenly roared. A violent surge of blood qi erupted skyward as it swept its hand across the square, intending to slaughter all the human cultivators. With another upward strike, it seemed to brace itself against the crimson barrier above.
At that very moment, a soft chuckle echoed through the blood-colored space.
A figure in azure robes materialized in mid-air.
The figure's features were obscured, but the moment it appeared, time itself seemed to freeze within the crimson realm.
Han Yi tried to look up, his vision splitting. Half his attention remained fixed on the other cultivators rushing to kill him, while the other half strained to peer upward, though he couldn't quite manage to lift his head fully.
"As expected," the azure-robed figure remarked casually, "you demon spawn just keep crawling out of the woodwork."
In the plaza of Imperial Demon City, every cultivator present had weathered countless battles. After repeated failures to breach the blood-colored barrier, they instinctively knew what needed to be done.
They couldn't verify whether death here would lead to resurrection in the Grand Void Illusionary Realm, nor did they fully trust the Demon Race's claims.
Yet none of that mattered. At this moment, their minds converged on a single, burning conviction: kill him.
The Ancient Demon Race elder watched with detached amusement as hundreds of Qi Refining cultivators launched their assault. He relished the opportunity to crush these human cultivators repeatedly, stoking the terror in their Divine Souls to harvest the purest spiritual nourishment.
Having waited millennia already, a mere quarter of an hour was nothing.
Boom!
The combined assault came not only from over thirty Legendary Qi Refining cultivators, but also hundreds of Peak Qi Refining experts.
The resulting surge of Spirit Energy was so ferocious that even a Golden Core Stage cultivator might hesitate to face it head-on. Yet the Demon God standing at the center of the plaza simply raised a hand and slapped the onslaught away with casual ease.
Sword light, spirit energy, magic artifacts, techniques, divine abilities, and spirit talismans shattered like waves crashing against an invisible celestial barrier, breaking, breaking, and breaking again.
Han Yi didn't stand idly by. To remain passive in this maelstrom would be utter folly.
His top-grade peak magic artifact, the Chengying Sword, trailed a faint crimson glow as it surged forward, breaking through, accelerating, and accelerating further. His divine sense erupted forth, only to be crushed beneath the colossal palm looming above.
A violent force swept past in an instant.
The divine sense Han Yi had infused into the Chengying Sword was annihilated instantly, leaving him no chance to detonate the artifact as a last resort.
A metallic sweetness burned in his throat as he forcibly suppressed the blood rising within.
This is beyond the realm of a Demon God, far surpassing the capabilities of Qi Refining cultivators. Even if a thousand of us attacked together, it wouldn't make a difference.
Our only hope is to find a way to escape.
Han Yi's heart pounded with terror. His earlier assault had been merely one of hundreds. Some cultivators hurled magic artifacts, others unleashed spirit talismans, some channeled the power of battle banners, and even a Legendary Qi Refining Cultivator had detonated a top-grade magic artifact.
Yet countless attacks proved utterly ineffective.
Han Yi now realized their united assault had failed.
He looked up to see that after their combined efforts crumbled, some cultivators had turned to attack the blood-colored light barrier, desperately trying to breach it and escape. Others continued to relentlessly assault the Ancient Demon Race elder, but every strike was effortlessly nullified. Even those that landed seemed to leave the demon unscathed.
Han Yi felt no despair, just as he hadn't in the mysterious grotto. Even in seemingly hopeless situations, he believed there was always a chance for survival.
"That's it—the Jade Capital Grand Void Token!"
"If anything here connects to the Cave Heaven World, it must be the Jade Capital Grand Void Token."
"The fact that Jade Capital Mountain would reclaim it, paying the price of forfeiting the chance to comprehend a First-Grade Immortal Foundation—an immeasurable immortal opportunity—proves this token's extraordinary nature."
Thoughts raced through Han Yi's mind. With no other options, he had no choice but to make a desperate gamble.
He glanced up at the nine Grand Void Tokens that had slowly drifted down after the blood-colored light barrier sealed shut and the light beams dissipated.
At that moment, the nine Grand Void Tokens had descended to within about twenty meters.
Han Yi flicked his wrist, and six daggers hovered beside him.
"Go!"
The six daggers shot silently into the air, maintaining a linear formation rather than dispersing. Linked end-to-end, they streaked forward with extraordinary speed, surpassing even some Top-Grade Magic Artifacts.
In terms of power, Han Yi's daggers were merely Mid-Grade Magic Artifacts, their destructive force limited and rendered entirely useless within the radiant barrier.
However, in terms of pure speed, his mastery of the Sword Control Technique had reached Peak Perfection, allowing him to wield these daggers with an agility rivaling that of a Legendary Qi Refining Cultivator.
He wasn't alone in this strategy.
Two Spirit Swords ascended simultaneously, launching slightly later than Han Yi's daggers. Yet, they swiftly intercepted two Jade Capital Grand Void Tokens. Carrying the tokens, the swords arced back to their respective Sword Immortals, who had already launched their second Spirit Swords into the air. Han Yi paid them no mind.
Hot on their heels, Han Yi clamped the third Jade Capital Grand Void Token between two of his daggers. He swiftly reversed course, blasting back toward his position.
Just then...
With a cold snort, a pale-faced Legendary Cultivator, visibly injured, suddenly unleashed a Crimson Longsword. The Blood Sword shot diagonally into the sky like a meteor, aiming to shatter Han Yi's daggers and intercept the Jade Capital Grand Void Token.
Han Yi's expression remained unchanged.
He simply detached one of his daggers and sent it hurtling toward the sword. Without hesitation, he detonated the Wind Demon Dagger, its self-destructive force halting the Blood Sword's advance.
The remaining daggers, still clutching the Jade Capital Grand Void Token, had already widened the distance between them.
Han Yi lowered his gaze and met the eyes of a young Cultivator whose arm hung limply, his spirit robes stained with blood, his face cold and fierce, his eyes burning with murderous intent.
"Southern Dipper Divine Palace—Fu You," Han Yi said, his voice icy.
Though his opponent was a Legendary Qi Refining cultivator, Han Yi wouldn't surrender this slim chance of survival. He was prepared to fight to the death.
!
Hundreds of meters away, Fu You gave Han Yi a long, deep look before turning his attention back to the battle. The intercepted Blood Sword didn't fall; instead, it hovered mid-air and surged toward the fourth Jade Capital Grand Void Token.
At the same moment, a chaotic dance of magic artifacts erupted. They soared, intercepted, blocked, and slashed, all vying for control of the tokens.
Ten meters away, the Demon Race cultivator merely smirked contemptuously, making no move to intervene.
The more they struggle, the more desperate their deaths will be. That was exactly what the demon hoped for.
To reach the Jade Capital Grand Void Token twenty meters above, Han Yi had to detonate three Wind Demon Daggers, demonstrating the ferocity of the competition.
But he wasn't safe yet.
In the distance, a Legendary Qi Refining Cultivator was streaking toward him. Closer, three unfamiliar Peak Qi Refining cultivators, their eyes bloodshot, activated their Magic Artifacts and unleashed a deadly barrage.
He had too little time to think.
Unlike the Grand Void Token Fragments he'd obtained earlier, the Jade Capital Grand Void Token was a warm, pale-green jade slab about twenty centimeters long. Its surface was completely smooth, resembling an unworked piece of natural spirit jade.
Swallow it?
Grimacing, Han Yi opened his mouth to swallow the token whole.
Just then, a solemn, authoritative voice echoed through the blood-colored space.
"Junior Brother, stop playing with fire."
The first voice was immediately followed by another, sounding slightly indolent: "Relax, it's all part of the plan."
"Who's there?!"
The demon, who had been watching with amusement as the human cultivators turned on each other, suddenly roared. A violent surge of blood qi erupted skyward as it swept its hand across the square, intending to slaughter all the human cultivators. With another upward strike, it seemed to brace itself against the crimson barrier above.
At that very moment, a soft chuckle echoed through the blood-colored space.
A figure in azure robes materialized in mid-air.
The figure's features were obscured, but the moment it appeared, time itself seemed to freeze within the crimson realm.
Han Yi tried to look up, his vision splitting. Half his attention remained fixed on the other cultivators rushing to kill him, while the other half strained to peer upward, though he couldn't quite manage to lift his head fully.
"As expected," the azure-robed figure remarked casually, "you demon spawn just keep crawling out of the woodwork."