Chapter 1266: Chapter 1266: Heartless Sword Dao
Right after that, no one knew what Evil Technique these three Sect Leaders under the control of the abomination had used, but they actually summoned a great formation out of thin air.
Yang Yan guessed that this great formation was the Teleportation Array connecting to the Demon Cave.
Because soon, several abominations wreathed in black Qi walked out of the great formation.
These few abominations had human shapes, yet their aura was completely different from that of ordinary cultivators.
As a large number of abominations were released, the sky around them grew even darker and gloomier.
Within hundreds of miles, the world had already turned into something like a Ghostly Land.
Moreover, wherever the abominations passed, not a blade of grass grew, all vitality annihilated.
Yang Yan hurriedly communicated with the Holy Artifact Naxu, asking if it could suppress the abominations before his eyes.
Unfortunately, the Holy Artifact Naxu replied that although it could restrain abominations, it could not move at this time.
Because if it was even the slightest bit careless, it would allow the Celestial Demon King it was suppressing to break free.
At that time, the situation would be far worse than it was now.
So even though the Holy Artifact Naxu had the ability, it was utterly helpless at this moment.
Just like that, the battle that they had barely managed to cope with was instantly shattered.
Even with the support of Yang Yan and the One Man Five Beasts, they gradually fell into disadvantage.
And as more and more abominations gathered, Yang Yan could only have Lin An lead the others to withdraw first, while he himself led the Five Beasts to cover the rear.
After a brief stillness, a roar of noise burst into the sky, the shouts shaking the heavens!
The disciples of the Ancient Abyss Sect clashed with those abominations shrouded in black Qi.
However, the situation was anything but optimistic.
Because shortly after they started fighting, Yang Yan discovered a problem.
Some cultivators, after dying in battle, actually staggered to their feet again, their entire bodies now exuding Demonic Qi, and then, as if having lost all reason, they charged at their former comrades-in-arms!
All these phenomena pointed to one problem!
This Demonic Qi was contagious.
Just imagine, after you finally manage to kill an abomination, several more might appear because of it—how could this be tolerated?!
This discovery gave everyone quite a shock; even the disciples of the three great sects such as Yizheng Sect were dumbfounded.
Because those abominations did not distinguish between friend and foe; they attacked any living person they saw.
The chief disciple of Yizheng Sect, Ouyang Jinjie, therefore moved closer to the central battlefield, wanting to ask Sect Leader Wang what on earth was going on.
Yet after calling Sect Leader Wang’s name "Wang Bingye" several times in a row, he received no response.
Unconvinced, Ouyang Jinjie shouted a few more times, but unexpectedly, the Sect Leader seemed annoyed and struck out with a single palm, sending Ouyang Jinjie flying several meters away.
Blasted away, Ouyang Jinjie sat there dumbly, not knowing what had happened to his Sect Leader.
This scene, falling into the eyes of the disciples of the three great sects, was like a bomb going off.
Now a horde of Magical Beasts had appeared, and their Sect Leaders were no longer managing them; if they wanted to live, they had no choice but to protect themselves.
Thus, a bizarre situation appeared—
Some disciples of the three great sects began turning their weapons around and, together with disciples of several other sects, started slaughtering the abominations.
Slowly, more and more people joined in the resistance against the abominations.
In the end, it actually split into two great camps: disciples of the ten sects versus the abominations.
Whoosh!
The Cold Flood Dragon opened its maw, and a freezing breath sprayed out from its mouth.
Crack—
Wherever it passed, abominations were frozen into blocks of ice.
Rumble!
Immediately after, its massive tail swept out, and countless abominations were slain or maimed.
Swish!
The Cyan Scale Eagle spread a pair of gigantic black wings behind it, a gale howled, and it shot into the sky, diving down to slaughter into the midst of the abominations.
The Wolf King raised its head and let out a long howl; wherever its sharp claws swept, flesh and blood flew.
The other great Magical Beasts were unwilling to be outdone, each displaying their own Divine Techniques as they reaped the abominations.
However, even with the Cold Flood Dragon and the others circling in the sky, slaughtering abominations every moment.
These abominations still seemed endless, inexhaustible; fresh troops poured out from that great formation without cease.
This great battle raged from dawn till dusk, lasting a full day.
When the battle on the field approached sunset, the hundreds of thousands of disciples from the various sects finally began to quiet down.
Yang Yan turned his head to look around and found that everyone was seething with killing intent, as if they had just walked out of a Blood Sea, their bodies drenched in blood.
Some of it belonged to the enemy, some to their own.
Within a battlefield spanning dozens of miles, the ground was a muddy mess; looking out as far as his eyes could see, corpses lay everywhere and blood flowed like a river.
No one knew how many had fallen in this war.
During the fighting, everyone felt no fatigue and forgot about life and death.
But when everything quieted down, they finally became aware of how horrific this war had been.
Some cultivators’ Dao companions had been reduced to ashes in the war; some cultivators’ best friends had turned into abominations...
"Hu, you and the Sect Leader leave first."
Yang Yan knew full well that the situation was grim and did not dare let the Void-Devouring Tiger linger in danger.
Although the Void-Devouring Tiger wanted to fight shoulder to shoulder with Yang Yan, its strength was what it was; it actually couldn’t be of much help.
Moreover, it itself was still in Primordial Spirit form, its battle power greatly reduced and its innate talents unable to be brought out to much effect.
The forces of the seven sects, under Lin An’s lead, fought as they retreated, and under the protection of Yang Yan and the One Man Five Beasts, they gradually drew away from the battlefield.
Seeing everyone safely withdraw, Yang Yan finally let go of his worry.
He turned to look at the battlefield; the three sects’ Sect Leaders led a large number of disciples and abominations in a charge toward him, pursuing relentlessly.
Yang Yan’s brows furrowed again.
The principle of "capture the king first to capture the bandits" was in fact not very applicable in this situation.
However, only the three sects’ Sect Leaders were chasing so closely; it seemed that only by holding them back could the other sects’ forces hope to retreat successfully.
Yang Yan gripped the sword in his hand tightly and shouted, "Cold Flood Dragon, Wolf King, Black Death, face the three Sect Leaders with me; Qing Lin and Flying Heaven engage the rest of their forces."
There was a reason behind Yang Yan’s arrangement.
At present, those infected by Evil Qi had rather muddled consciousness; no matter how they were struck, they seemed to feel no pain at all.
If on this side they ignored the blows and went to launch a sneak attack on the other side, both Qing Lin and Flying Heaven were fast enough to react in time.
"Yes!"
The Beasts obeyed Yang Yan’s command, replying in unison.
Yang Yan turned to face Sect Leader Xu, Xu Caomu, who was charging toward him.
He saw Xu Caomu’s sword tip trembling violently, pitch-black Evil Qi spreading over the entire Longsword, condensing into a mysterious and unfathomable aura.
Yang Yan’s expression suddenly changed.
Although these people’s consciousness was already muddled, their combat skills had sunk into their bones.
Xu Caomu’s Sword Skill had even sunk deeper into the Sword Dao because of his utter heartlessness.
Yang Yan seemed to have heard of this sword before.
Rumor had it that this was a Nameless Sword Technique created by the former Sect Leader of the Sword Sect while traveling the world, inspired by myriad experiences.
He had not expected it to be used by this abomination, and with such terrifying power.
"Hmph! It was originally a Sword Dao of feeling, yet you abominations use it as a Heartless Sword Dao." Yang Yan shouted.
"The sentimental are always troubled by the heartless—how laughable! Besides, I am heartless by nature, so what ’feeling’ is there to speak of?" Xu Caomu laughed coldly, the tip of his sword tracing a bizarre angle.
One flower, one world; one tree, one Bodhi.
It was also said that in a flick of a finger there are sixty instants, and in one instant nine hundred births and extinctions.
Xu Caomu’s sword seemed to exist and not exist, as though in another world, elusive and unpredictable, impossible to defend against.
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