Chapter 1929: Sha Weng

In the blink of an eye, the blood-colored boat carrying the three bloodthirsty youths vanished into the distance, covering thousands of miles in an instant.

They paid no further attention to the ongoing battle below!

“You two, go after the two fleeing human cultivators who have merged their forms. I will lead the army to capture Yitian City. The last one fled back to the city, and I’ll deal with him casually. Without his symbiotic beast and already severely weakened, he has no chance of escaping my grasp. As for the one who escaped, since Lord Xue Guang personally pursued him, his fate is sealed,” the black-armored giant said with a fluctuating expression before addressing the white-robed youth and the petite woman.

“Are you sure leaving Brother Cang alone here is wise? What if the humans have other hidden schemes…?” the petite woman hesitated.

“Rest assured! With my Blood Phantom Guards here, we can handle anything,” the black-armored giant replied without hesitation.

“Very well, then I leave this place to you, Brother Cang. I’ll return shortly,” the petite woman nodded, her body enveloped in a surge of pink light before she shot into the sky with a sharp cry.

She headed in the direction where the Silverlight Fairy had fled.

As for the white-robed youth, he had already suppressed the strange poison in his body and, without a word, transformed into a streak of white light, chasing after the Lin Luan Fairy.

With the high-ranking demon commanders gone, the black-armored giant raised his eyebrows and suddenly roared from the sky:

“The human merged-form elders have fled! What are you waiting for? Take the city now!”

His voice, infused with immense demonic power, reverberated across the battlefield, shaking the ears of both humans and demons alike.

The demon forces erupted in cheers, their attacks intensifying twofold. Meanwhile, the human defenders, seeing their merged-form elders flee, turned pale, their morale plummeting.

“Hmph! You demons truly think we have no other means left? If you wish to breach Yitian City, you’ll have to get past our 108 Golden Sword Puppets first!”

At this critical moment, the voice of Frost Li the Transcendent boomed from within the city.

As soon as he spoke, over a hundred golden pillars of light erupted from various corners of the city, solidifying into towering golden-armored warriors.

Clad head-to-toe in crimson-gold armor, each held a massive golden sword nearly as tall as themselves. Their faces were concealed behind visors, revealing only cold, silver eyes.

Though motionless in the air, these 108 guardians exuded terrifying auras, each comparable to a Void Refinement cultivator.

The human defenders, initially disheartened, now rallied with renewed vigor, launching desperate counterattacks against the demons below.

The battlefield, momentarily quiet, erupted once more in chaos.

The black-armored giant in the sky frowned briefly before sneering. With a wave of his hand, he commanded the Blood Phantom Guards:

“Your time is limited. Join the siege immediately. I want this city’s main defenses breached as soon as possible!”

The demon generals acknowledged the order, and the ghostly figures of the Blood Phantom Guards surged downward, reinforcing the demon army.

The black-armored giant hovered silently, observing.

With the Blood Phantom Guards joining, the demons gained overwhelming momentum. Some even breached the city’s defenses, scaling the walls.

Yet, the golden-armored warriors remained motionless, scattered across the city, as if biding their time.

The black-armored giant narrowed his eyes but then smirked, darting backward toward a massive black warship.

Inside, the demon guards were startled by his sudden return. Ignoring them, he strode into a hidden chamber and activated its pre-arranged restrictions.

Multicolored light shimmered across the walls, and a small white formation glowed on the floor.

The black-armored giant stepped forward, chanting incantations before striking the formation with several hand seals.

A low hum filled the air as the formation brightened, revealing a white jade altar bearing an ancient bronze mirror, its surface weathered by untold millennia.

The black-armored giant’s expression turned solemn. He spat a mouthful of blood essence, which transformed into mist, enveloping the mirror.

The dormant artifact flickered to life, its surface glowing with layers of cyan light.

A figure emerged—a gray-haired, kindly old man in a green robe, seated on a black wooden chair, holding a yellowed ancient book.

“Ah, so it’s you. Shouldn’t you be participating in the Sacred Rite? Why contact me now? Has something major occurred?” the old man asked mildly.

“Greetings, Elder Sha! Lord Xue Guang has descended upon the Spirit Realm again!” the black-armored giant replied urgently.

“Again? Did he send another avatar? How peculiar,” the old man mused, though his expression remained calm.

“This time, he didn’t send an avatar but used a secret technique to possess Yang Sha directly. The possessed Yang Sha not only became Lord Xue Guang’s incarnation but also gained unimaginable power—nearly a third of his true strength! He even wielded the Violet Speech Cauldron and the Prismatic Light Pagoda at near-full capacity. A human symbiotic beast was captured instantly by the pagoda!”

The old man’s eyes gleamed with interest. “Fascinating. Normally, crossing realms weakens one’s power due to dimensional suppression. Yet Xue Guang bypassed this, even enhancing his host’s strength. He must’ve developed a formidable new technique.”

“Additionally, Lord Xue Guang seemed solely focused on a particular human merged-form cultivator,” the black-armored giant added.

“Tell me more about this human,” the old man pressed.

The black-armored giant recounted the events in detail.

After listening, the old man nodded. “You’ve done well. This information is valuable. Return to your duties.”

The black-armored giant bowed, striking the mirror with a spell. The old man’s image faded.

Exhaling, the black-armored giant pondered briefly before exiting the chamber and rejoining the battle as a swirling black mist.

Meanwhile, in another realm, inside a wooden hut, the old man set his book aside, tapping his fingers thoughtfully.

On a nearby table lay an identical ancient mirror.

“Xue Guang, you’re bold indeed. I don’t know how you transferred so much power across realms, but aren’t you afraid of leaving your true body vulnerable in the Sacred Realm? If your rivals learn of this, chaos will ensue,” the old man murmured, a cold glint in his eyes.

Elsewhere, the petite woman sped through the sky, holding a crimson pearl. After reporting to an elder in the demon realm, she swallowed the pearl and accelerated.

A thousand miles ahead, the Silverlight Fairy’s silver streak blazed through the air.

Similarly, the white-robed youth stowed a recently used jade talisman into his robes.

At the same time, Han Li, transformed into a colossal silver-white roc, flickered through the void, his four wings propelling him at impossible speeds.

One moment he was here, the next—vanished and reappeared miles away.

Yet, a hundred miles behind, the blood-colored boat matched his pace, relentless in its pursuit.