The Blade-Wielding Legend

A massive blood-red Yin Thunder swept across, several Fire-taking Demons that looked like crows, emitting black smoke from their bodies, twisted and disintegrated in the thunderlight before they could even let out a scream, turning into wisps of blue smoke and completely vanishing, with their Divine Souls extinguished.

On the other side, several Wet Women formed from the grudges of drowned souls, shaped like bloated floating corpses, were ensnared by several intertwined strands of Yin Thunder. Their filthy bodies melted like boiling water pouring onto snow, leaving only a few sharp cries that drifted away on the sea breeze.

However, the losses of the Divine Land Mysterious Sect army were visibly even more severe.

The gap in level was like a chasm.

The Wild Gods of Japan, regardless of their size, were ultimately beings that relied on the Daluo Law Realm, nourished by the incense or fear of the land. Their fundamental power level was far beyond that of ordinary troops.

A Five-Colored Rice Daoist Soldier from Luofu Mountain, clad in heavy armor and exuding overwhelming Evil Qi, swung his Rune Giant Axe, roaring as he struck at a Mountain Gust resembling a giant ape, its body flowing with corrosive slime.

The giant axe sliced into the slime, emitting a sizzling sound like burning, but it only penetrated half a foot more before it was impossible to advance further.

The Mountain Gust glared with its monstrous eyes, opening its giant maw filled with sharp teeth, spewing a jet of dark green poisonous breath. Instantly, the brave Taoist Soldier, along with his heavy armor, was completely corroded, his soul unable to escape.

The meticulously crafted Six Ding and Six Jia Divine General Talisman Soldiers from Maoshan formed a battle array, attempting to restrain a Faceless Woman with long hair covering her face, emitting a mind-bending low wail.

However, the banshee only let out an extremely sharp screech, and invisible sound waves swept across like tangible blades. The Golden Light Talisman Armor shattered on impact, several talisman soldiers paused in their movements, the divine light in their eyes dimmed instantly, and their soul bodies crumbled and dispersed like eroded sand sculptures.

On the battlefield, the soldiers of the Mysterious Sect collapsed and disappeared in large swathes.

"Too many..."

Li Yan stood on the cold beach, his pupils reflecting the tragic and grand Divine Demon Battlefield.

He had personally witnessed the brutal crushing of levels.

However, even more shocking to him was the seemingly endless numbers of the Divine Land army!

For every hundred that died, a thousand surged forward; a thousand dispersed, and ten thousand stepped in!

The cloud formed by Talisman Soldiers, Taoist Soldiers, Rampaging Soldiers, and Heroic Soul and Evil Spirits was so thick that it seemed endless, charging ahead wave after wave, fearless of death, using vast amounts of soul bodies to fill the chasm of levels.

The gray-red mist of Evil Qi was being pushed back, inch by inch, bit by bit, scattered away!

Li Yan’s expression grew solemn.

He instantly understood why the court had always harbored apprehension towards the Mystic Sect and sought to balance it at every turn.

The formidable foundation of the Mysterious Sect unleashed here was a terrifying power, capable of changing the heavens and earth, moving mountains, and overturning seas!

If not for the restraints of the Heavenly Rules and the suppression by the Daluo Law Realm order, if the True Men Masters harbored any disloyalty...

Overthrowing this Human Dynasty might truly be as easy as flipping a hand!

Especially now...

Thoughts of the desolate halls of the Thunder Department flashed through Li Yan’s mind, weighing heavily on his heart.

The Thunder Department couldn’t even take care of itself; how much of the heavenly constraints could remain?

This world might truly be on the verge of unpredictable turmoil.

This thought flashed through his mind like a spark of lightning.

And the situation on the battlefield had already tipped decisively!

Under the overwhelming surge of the Divine Land Mysterious Sect’s forces, the dense fog gathered by the Wild Gods of Japan could no longer hold, collapsing and scattering rapidly like cloth torn apart by a gale.

Those already weak divine beings and demons, without the protection of the fog and the momentum of the group, were even more vulnerable in the face of the flood-like assault of the Mysterious Sect’s army.

Several Pork Demons resembling wild boars, their tusks dripping with toxic saliva, were trapped by a Thunder Fire Formation formed by a team of Master Mansion Talisman Soldiers. Successive strikes of Yang Thunder fell upon them, charring them black and smoking, eventually causing their souls to scatter.

A group of Sea Woman Houses floating in the air, emitting enchanting songs, were locked onto by several Heroic Souls of Divine General level from Lao Mountain. Breaking Evil Golden Light pierced through their bodies, their songs abruptly stopped, dissolving into foam.

The defeat was like a mountain collapsing!

Panic spread like a plague among the remaining Wild Gods and demons.

Those slightly stronger entities, such as the old monkey monster that corroded rocks and the elusive head of the Faceless Woman, seeing the tide turned against them, could no longer care for the temptation of devouring souls.

They emitted unwilling screeches or low growls, their forms shrinking abruptly, either turning into a streak of foul light to escape underground or blending into the sea wind to vanish swiftly, abandoning the battlefield without hesitation, fleeing toward Japan proper.

Only a few self-assured, wildly aggressive demons continued to resist, attempting to carve a bloody path, but were immediately heavily surrounded by the main forces of the Mysterious Sect army, which had quickly reacted.

"Great!!"

A thunderous shout echoed from behind.

It was Marshal Pingwei, Gao Zhenxiong!

This seasoned veteran, having suppressed the awe brought on by the War of Gods and Demons, with hair and beard bristling, his eyes reddened like blood.

He keenly seized this once-in-a-lifetime battle opportunity!

The Wild Gods scattered, the thick fog dissipated, and the sea and sky cleared!

"Artillery Battalion!! Target — the Japanese ships on the sea!!"

Gao Zhenxiong’s roar was hoarse as if it tore his throat, "Sink them for me! Leave no one alive!!"

The Japanese fleet, which was previously shrouded in gray-red mist, now fully exposed in broad daylight, lost its final shelter.

Those customs ships, small early ships, and even a few Anzai ships equipped with the stolen Breaking Prison Cannons were, without the protection of Shikigami and Wild Gods, nothing but sitting targets to the well-trained elite gunners of Great Xuan!

"Load — Zhenyuan Breaking Prison!!"

"Adjust angle! Southeast, Mao position three quarter!"

"Fire——!!!"

The Order Flag waved, and the commanding soldiers shouted.

The artillery positions, long holding back their fury, erupted with a thunderous roar instantly!

The heavy Zhenyuan General Cannons, the further-reaching Po Lu General Cannons spat out long tongues of fire, as heavy solid iron bullets and explosive shells filled with gunpowder whistled through the sky, fiercely smashing towards the Japanese fleet!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom——!

At the landing spots of the shells, wood splintered, cabins shattered!

The side of a customs ship was hit consecutively by several solid bullets, creating a huge hole, and seawater rushed in crazily, causing the ship to tilt rapidly, while the pirates on board jumped into the icy sea like dumplings.

An Anzai ship equipped with Breaking Prison Cannons attempted to retaliate, but just as its cannon was adjusted, a precise explosive shell from the Great Xuan Army landed on its deck!

The intense explosion accompanied by towering flames and thick smoke blew away most of the ship’s superstructure, igniting a raging fire, which soon, with unwilling screams, began to sink.

More medium and small ships, like small early ships, were shredded and disintegrated under the dense artillery fire as if they were paper toys, with large amounts of wood fragments, debris, and struggling pirates floating on the sea.

This unilateral massacre lasted for a whole three sticks of incense time.

On the sea, the once-bragging Japanese fleet had mostly vanished, leaving only a few remnants smoking and slowly sinking, along with a densely packed sea of heads struggling for help.

And at this time, the omnipresent, crisis-saving troops of the Divine Land Mysterious Sect also began to slowly recede.

Rolling dark clouds regrouped, changed direction, and rolled towards the Divine Continent, soon disappearing at the sea and sky’s meeting point.

Their power is not endless.

These Lu Soldiers, Taoist Soldiers, Rampaging Soldiers, and Heroic Souls were nurtured and sacrificed by various Dao lineages, expending countless incense wish power and heavenly materials and earthly treasures over the years.

This time, crossing the sea for an expedition, forcibly dispersing the cluster of Wild Gods of Japan, incurred immense losses, tantamount to damaging tendons and bones.

Without ten years or more of recuperation and incense offerings, it may be challenging to recover primordial energy.

As the troops retreated, the thunderous battlefield fell into silence.

The sea waves still surged, yet no enemy was in sight, leaving only floating wreckage and spreading patches of blood.

The sky resumed its wash-like blue, as if the previous war of gods and demons had been just an illusory dream.

Everyone’s gaze was instinctively drawn to the center of the magic platform.

There, Yu Chanzi slowly and somewhat staggeredly stood up.

The front of his Daoist robe was stained with dark red blood specks, his face pale as paper, devoid of any color, and his brows were heavily furrowed with fatigue, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

However, when he lifted his head, his deep eyes blazed incredibly, looking toward the direction of Japan’s mainland.

There, an ominous blood-colored sky resembled a huge scar, persistently spreading on the horizon.

Yu Chanzi took a deep breath, his voice not loud, yet resolute:

"The Jianmu Demon is bound to suffer backlash after forcibly tearing apart the Daluo Law Realm!"

"The Wild Gods of Japan have been dispersed, and it will be some moments before they can regroup..."

He paused slightly, his gaze sweeping over the exhausted yet fervent soldiers, and the scarred yet still battle-ready comrades of the Mystical Sect.

"Now, it is the time!"

Yu Chanzi’s voice suddenly elevated, his arm raising sharply, directly pointing at the blood-red sky!

"March, to Japan!"

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