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A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality · Chapter 1995

Chapter 1995: The Battle of the Demon Realm — Stalemate

January 17, 2020 · 5 min read · 998 words

These giant bricks were colossal in size, each one gleaming with brilliant luster and smooth as jade—clearly products of special refinement.

They not only sealed the gap in the city wall in an instant, but under the guidance of cultivators in the sky channeling special incantations, each brick flashed with light and merged together seamlessly, as if they had originally been one whole piece.

Not only that!

At the same time the gap in the city wall disappeared, some of the enormous buildings in Yitian City—each several hundred zhang tall—suddenly blurred slightly as dense clusters of runic patterns surfaced on their exteriors.

The runes circulated in a flash, instantly forming mystical formation patterns of various sizes. Then, with a thunderous rumble, these buildings miraculously transformed into colossal earthen-and-stone puppets.

Each puppet had a blurred face featuring only a single massive eye, yet possessed a full set of limbs.

In a concave hollow the size of a house near the exposed navel of each giant, several human cultivators could be seen standing on the Seven Star pattern, each clutching a strange artifact as they desperately channeled their power, faces taut with tension.

The giants suddenly threw back their heads and roared at the sky, then immediately launched themselves into the air. After just a few great strides, they arrived above the city wall and, without a moment's hesitation, brought their massive palms together in a grinding motion.

A fierce cold wind erupted, and countless blue motes of light materialized within it out of thin air, swirling frantically toward the palms.

In the blink of an eye, crystalline ice spears over a hundred zhang long materialized one after another, towering like pillars supporting the heavens. The giant puppets gripped them and hurled them downward with all their might.

Thunderous booms erupted!

The ice spears flashed and vanished from the giants' hands as streaks of deep blue light.

But in the next instant, just as the super demon beasts were about to reach the great walls of Yitian City, violent spatial fluctuations erupted. Over a thousand blinding blue beams shot out of the void in eerie fashion, and in a flash, they became hundred-zhang ice spears that pierced straight through the mountain-sized bodies of the super demon beasts, then detonated.

The extreme cold contained within the ice spears—born of some unknown great divine ability—immediately expanded into massive blue mists, each covering several acres, upon detonation. Under their shroud, the already-wounded demon beasts were frozen solid within, becoming towering mountains of pristine blue ice.

Their protective spiritual light could not offer even the slightest resistance!

Deafening peals of thunder resounded.

Over a hundred bolts of massive crimson lightning, each as thick as a water vat, tore through the thick demonic qi high above without any warning and hammered down.

Crisp cracking sounds came in unbroken succession as the ice mountains shattered piece by piece under the terrifying might of the enormous lightning bolts.

All the super demon beasts were killed on the spot in an instant—even their very souls were unable to escape.

Inside a secret chamber within one of the earthen-and-stone puppets transformed from those enormous buildings in Yitian City, several human cultivators at the Deity Transformation stage, dressed in various attire, relaxed their expressions and released their grip on the objects in their hands.

Those were talismans glowing with brilliant red light, their surfaces inscribed with countless gold and silver runes that appeared extraordinarily mysterious.

But the moment these talismans left the cultivators' fingers, they dimmed completely and dissolved into wisps of green smoke that dissipated into nothing.

Their power had been entirely spent in an instant!

At nearly the same time, the human warriors on the city wall, having exhausted the power of their weapons, began to rapidly retreat downward.

In their place, wave after wave of human cultivators clad in four-colored war robes appeared densely upon the battlements. They raised all manner of spiritual artifacts gleaming with multicolored light, forming swathes of five-colored radiance that they bombarded toward the massed ranks of low-level demon beasts that had already surged to the base of the city wall.

Wherever the radiance passed, low-level demon beasts were annihilated into ash.

The power of magical artifacts was indeed far superior to the weapons of mortal warriors. With so many cultivators striking simultaneously, even though there were not many high-level ones among them, the sheer scale of the assault was enough to alter the winds and clouds and make the sun and moon tremble.

The low-level demon beasts, stripped of the super demon beasts' protection, were nonetheless astonishing in number—yet in the blink of an eye, more than half had been destroyed.

Seeing the super demon beasts and the low-level demon beast army thrown into disarray, the Ten Thousand Forms Demon Riders behind them, who had been urging their mounts onward, showed no sign of being affected. The demonic clouds they rode surged forward with suddenly doubled speed, roaring as they rolled toward the city in a torrent.

On the city wall, the human cultivators, following the rapid commands of the leading high-level cultivators, unhesitatingly redirected the focus of their magical artifacts' power.

Under the flickering spiritual light of the myriad artifacts, like stars descending from the heavens, they bombarded the distant demonic clouds.

"Thud!" "Thud!" Several muffled sounds rang out!

The demonic clouds churned violently as enormous black runes the size of bushels surged forth. Spinning rapidly high in the sky, they assembled into massive black runic formations.

The rain-like magical artifacts that struck them produced thunderous booms upon the formations, but the formations merely wobbled slightly and withstood every last one.

But at that moment, the demon riders within the demonic clouds suddenly raised one hand each. The black qi in their palms rolled and condensed into black blades several feet long, which they then slashed wildly toward the sky.

Countless blade arcs ten zhang long transformed into streaks of dark light, sweeping out from the demonic clouds in a frenzy.

End of chapter 1995