1233 Leaving the City, Slaying Gods! (3)
The mighty demons of the Immortal Lord realm stood atop the city walls. In the Immortal Realm, such a being was the strongest existence, and its aura shielded the entire wall.
The powerful members of the God Clan across from them seemed to be suppressed by the imposing aura and words of the Demon King Tu Tian. The divine light from that side did not descend for a moment.
“Boom—”
Han Muye’s head had two streams of saber light converging above it.
Below, five beams of sword light soared, intersecting with them.
This time, the sword light directly shattered. Bai Tu, Su Jian, and the others trembled and their faces turned pale.
It was impossible for their sword formation to block the joint attack of two Zenith Heavens at once.
In a direct confrontation, the sword formation could only barely suppress a Golden Immortal and fight a Zenith Heaven.
Of course, up until now, this sword formation was still incomplete.
However, the moment the sword light shattered, streamers floated behind Han Muye.
The sixth sword light!
Sword light flashed and fused into the shattered sword formation.
Six Mystic Heavenly Essence Formation.
This sword formation was born from the Heavenly Cycle Sword Formation and had even greater combat strength.
The advantage of this formation lay in gathering stronger power with fewer people.
This was a formation best suited for deploying by formidable experts.
“Boom—”
The sword light condensed from the six sword energies easily blocked the saber beam in the sky.
The sword light trembled and spun continuously, wrapping around the saber light and then wearing it down.
Just like Han Muye’s Essence Soul Sword.
Of the four cultivators of the God Clan, two were suppressed, and two were blocked by the saber light.
There was also an Immortal Lord of the God Clan hiding behind, but his aura was blocked by Demon King Tu Tian.
Outside the city today, an unexpected equilibrium was reached.
No, the Immortal World had the upper hand!
Everyone stared blankly at the scene in front of them.
When had such a spectacle appeared outside the Immortal Burial City?
Was it 100,000 years ago? A million years ago?
It was said that the Immortal Burial City back then could face the God Clan head-on and not fall.
“Kill!”
Someone on the city walls shouted.
“Kill—”
Countless shouts condensed into the phantom of a black giant beast that appeared in the sky above the Immortal Burial City.
This giant beast bore a resemblance to those black-armored battle puppets but had the appearance of a divine beast.
“Water Goblin,” Han Muye whispered as his gaze landed on the huge beast.
An ancient divine beast, proud in battle, in a constant state of combat from birth.
It was said that the Water Goblin could shatter the heavens and earth with a single punch, and had led the ancient divine beasts in attacks against the God Clan.
“Clang—”
The sword light above Han Muye’s head was blocked.
Two God Clan experts clad in black robes and outer armor had gloomy expressions, their long sabers intersecting.
“They can’t be allowed to survive.” One of the God Clan experts shouted coldly, raising his hand.
In the rear, countless Dark Demon Beasts roared and charged.
Below, the robust 100-foot-tall figures swung their long hammers and battle blades, surging forward.
“Protect them,” someone shouted.
A silence fell over the city walls.
All the cultivators looked at each other.
How should they protect them?
Cast a few spells, unleash a sword?
Or—
“I’ve been in the Immortal Burial City for 38,600 years. My fellow robed comrades died in battle, yet I never stepped out of the city.”
“F*ck, today, I’m leaving the city!”
A loud cry rang out as a burly man with a disheveled beard swung a demon subduing staff and took a step forward.
“Haha, Old Egg Zhao, Senior Brother will avenge you today!” A tall and slender black-armored cultivator soared into the sky, wielding a long banner.
“Haha, let’s go out of the city!”
“Get out of the city!”
Figures rushed out from the city walls, charging towards those phantoms and Immortal Slaying Envoys.
Streams of immortal light scattered.
This was a brilliance unseen outside the Immortal Burial City.
“Hehe, it’s been so many years since I’ve seen these youngsters so spirited…” A Golden Immortal of the Spirit Sword Sect stood up on the city walls and turned to look at the sky above the Immortal Burial City.
“Old Sun, it’s been many years since you had a good killing spree.”
The Water Goblin phantom seemed to have heard his words, and its huge eyes flickered with a halo.
The divine light clashed with the illusory shadows, and sword techniques enveloped the Dark Demon Beasts.
The two God Clan experts exchanged a glance and slashed down with their long sabers.
Outside the city was the domain of the God Clan.
Cultivators shouldn’t set foot here.
Han Muye looked up, past the two gods, and into the void behind.
There, at least one God Clan Immortal Lord was hiding.
“Immortal Lord.” With a murmur, Han Muye raised his hand.
“Slash—”
The sword light flickered, erupting with a resounding explosion.
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