Chapter 568: Demon and Transmitting Voice

True One Daoist had long since spoken of the principle of "when the lips are gone, the teeth feel cold." The Sinister Abyss was powerful, and Old Devil Ye was ambitious. Once the Heavenly Alliance was destroyed, the Minor Cold Domain's turn would not be far off.

Upon hearing the Red-Haired Ancestor's command, the Nascent Soul cultivators of the Minor Cold Domain quickly understood the stakes. They decided to follow orders, immediately turning their attention to rescuing others, without even recalling their magical artifacts. The grudges between the two domains could be settled later; for now, they absolutely could not allow the Sinister Abyss to obliterate the Heavenly Alliance.

At that moment, the offensive of the Sinister Abyss cultivators finally descended upon those of the Heavenly Alliance. A dark demonic tide descended from the heavens, engulfing them. Their hastily organized defenses were shattered. Horrific screams pierced the air. The formidable Nascent Soul masters, who had been so imposing moments before, now became lambs to the slaughter, swallowed by the demonic tide, caught in chaos, their fates unknown. After this massacre, it was unclear how many would survive. As for the Golden Core cultivators, probably none would be left.

The aid from the Minor Cold Domain cultivators finally arrived, breaking through the demonic tide to rescue their allies. Qin Sang and the Golden Core cultivators from the Minor Cold Domain were powerless to intervene in this great battle; they could only watch. Everyone was terrified. Only when they saw their own Nascent Soul cultivators react swiftly, directly executing the traitors and thwarting the Sinister Abyss's plot, did they somewhat regain their composure, nervously watching the evolving situation. However, witnessing the Heavenly Alliance's tragic state, they couldn't help but feel a sense of shared sorrow, like a fox mourning the death of a rabbit.

Among them, Qin Sang was the most at ease, as only he knew that Chen Yan was a Nascent Soul master. Even if their side lost, with the Limitless Sect Master's plot exposed, escaping should not be difficult for her. He widened his eyes, peering outwards, only to see the Heavenly Alliance's formation in complete disarray, making it difficult to discern anything clearly.

He saw a Heavenly Alliance Nascent Soul cultivator, attempting to evade the demonic tide, inadvertently detach from the protection of the Minor Polaris Array. However, before he could fly far, he vanished into thin air. The instant this person disappeared, a faint, almost imperceptible ripple emanated from his body.

"Wind of Nothingness!" Qin Sang was greatly alarmed. This was a genuine Nascent Soul master, yet encountering the Wind of Nothingness, he was utterly defenseless, directly reduced to nothingness, leaving no trace, not even his Nascent Soul escaped. The power of the Wind of Nothingness was terrifying! No wonder the Minor Polaris Array had almost collapsed when merely grazed by it earlier.

Next, Qin Sang saw a divine general, wielding a battle halberd, break through the demonic tide. He was covered in wounds, his flesh mangled, with a gaping, bloody hole in his abdomen. His battle halberd was also severely damaged, its tip broken off, and its divine light dim. Clearly, he had paid an immense price to escape. But just as a look of relief appeared on the general's face, countless fiends surged out from the demonic tide. They seemed fearless of his attacks, ferociously throwing themselves at him, biting and tearing at his flesh. Along with the fiends, countless strange chains shot up, coiling around him like demonic serpents. The general struggled to cope, his face filled with despair.

This scene was extremely gruesome and nauseating. Just as it seemed the general would be torn apart by the multitude of fiends, he suddenly roared, slapped the crown of his head, and with a flash of green light from his Baihui acupoint, a Nascent Soul leaped out. The Nascent Soul held a cracked, grayish-white treasured mirror. Its eyes were sharp and agile, and with a swift glance, it unhesitatingly shot towards the Minor Cold Domain's side.

The moment the general's Nascent Soul appeared, the fiends reacted as if they had seen the most tempting food in the world. Their eerie eyes immediately turned blood-red, emitting chilling screeches as they desperately pursued the Nascent Soul. A thousand fiends vied in pursuit. This terrifying scene sent a chill down Qin Sang's spine.

The general's Nascent Soul dodged repeatedly, but its maneuvering space grew smaller and smaller. Just as it fell into despair, a jade ruyi suddenly flew forth, scattering green light. It fiercely struck open the fiends, shattered the chains, and cleared a path for the general. The one who acted was Daoist Chongyi.

"Thank you, fellow Daoist, for saving my life." The general, still in a state of shock, cupped his hands in gratitude. Daoist Chongyi nodded and continued to wield the jade ruyi to rescue others. The general retreated to a corner to heal his wounds. Normally, a solitary, disembodied Nascent Soul would easily attract covetous gazes. However, no one dared to act against him now, only hiding their greed and casting a few more glances.

One by one, the Heavenly Alliance's Nascent Souls were rescued. Each of them appeared utterly wretched; almost none were unharmed. As expected, the Golden Core cultivators had indeed perished long ago, their souls devoured by the fiends released by the Sinister Abyss, their fates undeniably tragic. Qin Sang secretly felt fortunate. Luckily, he and Yun Youzi had inadvertently stumbled upon the Sinister Abyss's plot; otherwise, they too might have followed in the footsteps of the Heavenly Alliance's Golden Core cultivators.

Beneath the six-armed demonic shadow, a gaunt old man in a black robe clutched a black stone sculpture. The sculpture depicted the very same six-armed ancient fiend, its eyes so lifelike that it appeared deeply sinister.

"You two old geezers, you got lucky!" The old man cursed, his expression somewhat grim. Although the surprise attack had been effective, it fell far short of his expectations. At the very least, a permanent solution to eliminate the opponents from these two great domains was now impossible. Such a once-in-a-millennium opportunity would not come again.

The old man felt considerable regret. After a moment of hesitation, he said in a deep voice, "Enough! The ancient fiend's illusion is nearly spent. Continuing this entanglement won't kill many more. Destroy their Minor Polaris Array!"

The cultivators under the old man's command immediately obeyed. The next moment, dense demonic energy suddenly surged from within the six-armed demonic shadow, frantically flowing into its six arms. Immediately, all six arms were raised in unison, like heavy hammers, and slammed down once more onto the Minor Polaris Array.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Each strike was heavier than the last. The six-armed demonic shadow, disregarding the depletion of its origin, struck like a berserker. Within the array, the Polaris star grew dimmer with each impact. Finally, with the last heavy strike, a corner of the star map collapsed, and the Polaris star dimmed to its absolute limit, on the verge of extinguishing. The six-armed demonic shadow was also utterly depleted, swaying precariously and appearing extremely vulnerable.

The gaunt old man waved his long arm: "Retreat!" The Sinister Abyss cultivators, accustomed to immediate obedience, instantly retracted their fiends and chains, withdrawing silently.

The Sinister Abyss had actually retreated. Just as looks of relief appeared on everyone's faces, they noticed a change in the Minor Polaris Array.

"Not good!" The collapse of the Minor Polaris Array was now irreversible. The Red-Haired Ancestor and True One Daoist were greatly alarmed, doing their utmost to stabilize the grand array, urgently shouting, "Quickly, into the Ziwei Palace!" Within the immortal array, without the protection of the Minor Polaris Array, they would still face certain death. Old Devil Ye, before retreating, didn't forget to play one last trick on them!

With no time to rest, everyone frantically urged their tattered spiritual arrays forward, racing against time to escape. During this process, as the spiritual array collapsed, cultivators were successively obliterated by the Wind of Nothingness. Earl Dongyang could no longer hold out alone, and Chen Yan could not continue to hide her strength either. She revealed her Nascent Soul cultivation to protect Qin Sang and the others. They finally reached the edge of the immortal array, but the Minor Polaris Array was in tatters, preventing everyone from regrouping; they could only drift along with the flow.

Just as they were about to enter the Ziwei Palace, Granny Jing's voice suddenly resonated in Qin Sang's ear.