Chapter 1915: The Battle of Yitian (1)

This object is clearly a treasure capable of simulating an entire model of Yitian City.

As for the faint black mist slowly moving around the edges of the light screen, it naturally symbolizes the demon army approaching Yitian City. Though the black mist appears to move at an agonizingly slow pace, in reality, the demon forces are undoubtedly advancing at an astonishing speed, rolling toward the city like a tide.

“Fellow Daoist Han, Fairy Silverlight, please take your seats. It seems this battle will truly determine the survival of Yitian City. We will be relying heavily on your assistance,” Frost Li the Transcendent said with delight upon seeing Han Li and Fairy Silverlight, rising to greet them with sincere words.

“Fellow Daoist Frost Li, you are too kind. We humans are one; it is only natural that we lend our aid in this battle,” Fairy Silverlight replied with a faint smile.

Frost Li was overjoyed to hear this and repeatedly expressed his gratitude.

Meanwhile, Lin Luan the Fairy also wore a cheerful expression. Only after Han Li and Fairy Silverlight had taken their seats did she speak: “According to the scouts monitoring the demon army’s movements, the entire demon force has mobilized this time, leaving no reserves behind. Fortunately, we anticipated this and have made preparations for this very day. As long as we can hold off the demon Venerables, there is still great hope of repelling the demon army. Of course, we of the four great sects would not let you two take such risks without reward. We have prepared a small gift for you both, and we hope you will not refuse.”

As soon as she finished speaking, she lightly clapped her hands twice.

Immediately, two armored guards entered from the hall doors, each holding a silver tray covered with golden silk. They approached Han Li and Fairy Silverlight respectfully, raising the trays high above their heads.

A glint of curiosity flashed in Han Li’s eyes. Without a word, he waved a hand toward the tray.

A faint glow shimmered—the golden silk shifted slightly, and a blue ring flew out, landing directly in his grasp.

It was a high-grade storage bracelet!

Han Li’s eyes flickered as he unceremoniously swept it with his spiritual sense. The contents made him inhale sharply.

Though he had expected the storage bracelet to contain valuable items, he hadn’t anticipated such an abundance of rare materials and an amount of top-grade spirit stones equivalent to the reserves of a mid-sized sect.

The four great sects truly lived up to their reputation as top-tier forces among the human race, presenting such extravagant gifts at once.

Of course, this was only because the imminent battle would determine Yitian City’s survival. Otherwise, no matter how grateful Frost Li and Lin Luan were, they wouldn’t have been so generous.

But this gift was not so easily accepted. Once taken, it meant they would have to fight with everything they had in the coming battle.

After a brief moment of contemplation, Han Li smiled faintly and said,

“Since both of you are so sincere, I won’t stand on ceremony.”

With that, he flipped his wrist, and the storage bracelet vanished in a flash of spiritual light.

On the other side, Fairy Silverlight also examined an identical storage bracelet, her eyes lighting up with joy. After expressing her thanks, she likewise accepted it without hesitation.

Seeing this, Lin Luan and Frost Li both looked pleased.

Frost Li, even more delighted, added,

“If we can truly protect this city in this battle, the four great sects will present you with another grand gift afterward as thanks for your assistance!”

“Indeed,” Lin Luan chimed in with a light laugh. “Once we repel this wave of demons and the Five Suns Eclipse passes, the Nine Suns Yang Formation will be restored, granting the city greater defensive power. But before that, the four of us will undoubtedly face a fierce battle. We hope these gifts can at least partially express our gratitude for your aid.”

“Your gifts are indeed generous. I will do my utmost,” Han Li replied. “However, while the demonic Myriad Phantoms Cavalry can be dealt with by your city’s puppet army, the Karma Wheel Demons are genuine bloodthirsty fiends, not something ordinary cultivators can handle. I don’t mean to be overly cautious, but average cultivators would be no match for them.”

“Rest assured, Fellow Daoist Han!” Frost Li said with a hint of mystery. “We are well aware that ordinary cultivators, even of the same rank, cannot contend with Karma Wheel Demons. That’s why, in addition to gathering our sects’ elite forces, we have prepared another measure. Together, they should be able to handle those demons.”

“Oh? So you already have a plan. It seems I spoke out of turn,” Han Li chuckled before calmly continuing, “Then, Fairy Silverlight and I will listen to your arrangements.”

“Naturally,” Frost Li nodded. “For this battle, I have ordered all defensive formations in the city—except the Nine Suns Yang Formation—to be activated at full power, regardless of spirit stone consumption. Additionally, we have mobilized thirty-two golden puppets with Void Refining cultivation from the treasury as our trump card…”

Frost Li then began outlining the city’s defensive preparations in detail, with Lin Luan occasionally adding supplementary remarks.

Han Li and Fairy Silverlight listened intently, absorbing every word.

About half an hour later, high-ranking cultivators began frequently entering and exiting the hall, all with grave expressions, carrying various orders as they flew off in streaks of light to different parts of Yitian City.

Before long, the deep tolling of bells resounded throughout the city.

Squads of armored human warriors and countless streaks of light emerged from all corners, surging toward the city walls like a tide.

Meanwhile, in secluded areas and open spaces between buildings, arrays of varying sizes mysteriously rose from the ground, glowing faintly.

Some buildings even underwent drastic transformations with thunderous roars—some turning into towering giants, others into massive war chariots or flying vessels.

At the city center, the grand hall where the meeting had taken place trembled violently before slowly rising from the ground, ascending thousands of feet into the air and hovering imposingly in the void.

Moreover, the seemingly ordinary patterns on the hall’s surface rippled like a breeze before twisting into bright, intricate five-colored runes.

With a muffled *thud*, a thick five-colored barrier emerged from the hall’s base, expanding rapidly to envelop the entire structure.

The hall emitted a resonant hum before transforming into a colossal glowing sphere, shooting off in a certain direction.

Hours later, the massive hall appeared high above a section of the city wall, motionless.

Below, on the walls and in the city behind the palace, an endless sea of neatly uniformed human warriors and low-level cultivators stretched as far as the eye could see—numbering in the millions!

Above them, nearly eight thousand high-ranking cultivators hovered in the air, each standing on a treasure, their expressions solemn.

In one corner of the human army, a group of ferocious spirit beasts crouched in the dirt. Though their eyes burned with savage light, they remained eerily silent, restrained by some invisible force.

Deeper underground, within a sprawling network of tunnels, bronze-armored puppets stood motionless, weapons in hand. Among them, thirty-two golden puppets, each a hundred zhang tall, waited silently.

Meanwhile, in a heavily guarded plaza, over a dozen white-robed cultivators busied themselves around a massive violet-red formation.

This formation was pieced together from purple jade slabs, each inscribed with multicolored runes that formed nine distinct sub-formations—a rare and intricate master-sub array.

Yet at the center of these nine sub-formations lay a smaller array composed of blue runes, radiating intense cold and a faint, ominous stench. While the main formation and sub-formations lay dormant, the blue array blazed like a miniature sun.

The white-robed cultivators avoided the blue array as if it were poison, instead focusing on embedding unknown golden crystals around the formation.

Time passed swiftly—three or four hours slipped by.

Then, the distant sound of war drums echoed from the horizon.

The drumbeats grew louder, stirring the blood of all who heard them.

A black line appeared on the horizon, thickening into a rolling tide of demonic energy, surging toward the city.

Within the demonic sea, countless shadowy figures lurked, obscured by the dark mist. Only the silhouettes of colossal battle vessels, as large as hills, could faintly be seen.

Atop the floating hall above Yitian City, a flash of light revealed over a dozen figures silently appearing, their expressions varying as they gazed toward the approaching demonic tide.