Chapter 430: The General Trend Is Lost

The initial massive numerical disadvantage was completely reversed by Feng Xiu’s sudden maneuver. More importantly, these demonic puppets seemed even more powerful in combat than the original demonic warriors.

“All forces, counterattack!”

From the Northern Jin Sword Alliance, Feng Xiu’s chief disciples immediately ordered the revived demonic puppet warriors to attack. The previously slowing offensive pace was reignited by Feng Xiu’s actions, placing unprecedented pressure on the demonic warriors.

“Elsa, immediately order the warriors to retreat towards the rear mountain. I will hold the line here.”

Xu Yang no longer had a playful demeanor. He instantly descended to the center of the Ten Thousand Demons Abyss battlefield, intending to single-handedly hold back tens of thousands of revived, berserking demonic warriors!

“Just you? Xu Yang, don’t overestimate yourself. Do you truly believe you are a god?”

Xu Yang wasted no words. The moment he landed, he truly isolated the entire battlefield by himself, standing before tens of thousands of demonic puppet warriors. The next moment, Xu Yang touched his brow, activating the state of the Heavenly Eye, a mental technique he now employed for the first time on the real continent.

A terrifying wave of sound erupted instantly, and an incredibly real Heavenly Eye totem finally materialized above Xu Yang’s head. As the totem’s power fully shone forth, an intensely terrifying black aura emanated from Xu Yang.

Although he did not yet possess the true Asura Domain, Xu Yang used this method to simulate a similar domain-like formation ability, just barely achieving the legendary feat of one man holding back ten thousand.

“Though I cannot yet command the true Asura Domain, my own strength is more than enough to stop all of you.”

The next moment, this boundless blackness enveloped tens of thousands of berserking demonic beasts. Soon, these beasts grew agitated, lost their bearings within the infinite black Asura essence, and their souls unleashed incredibly painful wails as they lost their objective.

This is outrageous!

Feng Xiu was enraged. This move was meant to be his trump card, yet Xu Yang had not only forced it out prematurely but also easily suppressed it by himself.

“Does this mean our meticulously planned scheme, after all this time, will ultimately fail today because of this man?”

Feng Xiu was filled with dread. Having just shattered the Kirin Soul and expended a pure bloodline essence, his combat capabilities were significantly diminished. It was now impossible to gain the upper hand against Xu Yang, and his trump card on the main battlefield seemed to be completely countered by Xu Yang.

“Master, that Xu Yang seems too powerful. What should we do now? With his strange formation, the demonic puppets we released cannot break through at all.”

Feng Xiu stared deeply at the center of the endless blackness below, at the sole point of light where Xu Yang stood, and finally let out a helpless gasp.

“Enough. Order a retreat. With Xu Yang present, we cannot succeed. Our only hope now lies with the other scattered battlefronts.”

“Hahaha, Feng Xiu, you’re overthinking this.”

Just then, a burst of unbridled laughter suddenly echoed from the distant sky. Xu Yang looked closely, recognizing the newcomer as none other than Long Mang, whom he had just appointed as the Vice Sect Master of the Qianyun Sect’s Three Thousand Daozhou Branch.

“What are you doing here?”

“Haha, Boss, we’ve achieved great victories on the other battlefronts. Your perfect strategy gave us the immediate leverage to counterattack. We’ve annihilated over sixty percent of the forces from the Azure Dragon, White Tiger, and Vermillion Bird—the three great sword alliance headquarters. And Peerless Boss is already on his way with a few others to provide support.”

Upon hearing Long Mang’s words, Feng Xiu felt as if he had plunged into an ice cellar. The inner disciples of the Black Tortoise Hall beside him also turned ashen, as if sensing that all was lost.

“Xu Yang, I’ll fight you to the death!”

Feng Xiu had lived for tens of thousands of years, but he had never felt such despair as he did today. It seemed that as long as Xu Yang lived, his path forward would be fraught with thorns.

“Master, no!”

His chief disciples quickly moved to intercept him, but Feng Xiu’s power was too terrifying. He had already transformed into a streak of light, surging toward Xu Yang’s position. At that moment, Feng Xiu gripped a bone from his own flesh and blood—a bone sword purified and empowered by Kirin blood!

The power of this sword was terrifying. Feng Xiu was confident that if he could plunge it into Xu Yang’s body, even if it didn’t kill him, it would severely deplete his essence and trigger true bloodline collapse symptoms.

Rumble!!

Indeed, Xu Yang, being engrossed in the formation, had little defense. Yet, the instant Feng Xiu’s sword thrust toward him, the Nine-Colored Qiankun Bell’s spirit spontaneously unleashed an immensely powerful force, sending forth a terrifying bell toll that reverberated across the cosmos. The next moment, the bell toll resonated into every distant corner, and the dazzling light of the bell spirit completely enveloped Xu Yang, utterly shattering the bone sword in Feng Xiu’s hand.

A gush of blood!!

A large mouthful of fresh blood gushed forth. This time, Feng Xiu was utterly helpless and lost consciousness as he was blasted away. Had it not been for the Kirin power protecting him internally, the sheer force of the rebound would have torn him to shreds.

His chief disciples immediately carried Feng Xiu’s body and rushed towards the distant outer perimeter, while the others fought desperately to fend off the reinforcements led by Long Mang.

“Hold them. Don’t let a single one escape!”

Long Mang’s voice enveloped the entire battlefield. Xu Yang didn’t stop him, but he knew well that Feng Xiu was not destined to die today. It was impossible for him to fall like this, as he was a puppet chosen by the Kirin lineage. Even if he wished for death, the Kirin would not grant him that opportunity.

The only fortunate aspect was that the hundreds of thousands of demonic beings did not suffer immense losses; only tens of thousands of warriors perished. This was a stroke of immense luck amidst misfortune. Had Xu Yang not arrived in time, the entire Ten Thousand Demons Abyss would likely have faced complete annihilation, as no one in the demonic realm, not even Empress Elsa, could withstand Feng Xiu’s Kirin power.

It is worth noting that the elite disciples brought by Long Mang were also formidable in combat, proving themselves no less capable even when clashing with the clan disciples of the Sword Alliance’s Black Tortoise Hall.

Before long, Xu Yang personally joined the fray, commencing a widespread slaughter of the Northern Jin Sword Alliance fanatics. While Xu Yang didn’t particularly care about Feng Xiu’s life or death, he had no intention of sparing the core forces of the Northern Jin Sword Alliance.

Ultimately, thousands of the Sword Alliance’s elite swordsmen suffered heavy casualties under the combined assault of Xu Yang and Long Mang’s reinforcements, with over eighty percent of their top swordsmen falling in this battle.