Ch 485: The Battle Between Good And Evil, Part 5
Lü Xiachen had already consumed the second Ghost General’s Yin Spirits. At this moment, she felt an endless power flowing throughout her body. The Ghost General’s Yin Spirits were, for her, an absolute top-tier restorative, instantly boosting her strength. Last time on Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, she was injured rescuing Chen Cheng by Roaring Tiger Mountain, greatly diminishing her strength. Now, after devouring two Ghost Generals, she was close to Ghost King level strength. If she consumed the Yin Spirits of these Demonic Cult cultivators, she would surpass the Ghost King. Looking at Chen Cheng’s back in the distance, she owed everything to this man. What did it matter if she risked her life for him someday!
The demonic clouds surged faster and faster. The black and red mist, like living things, twisted and spread, pressing down on the battlefield with suffocating pressure! Chen Cheng narrowed his eyes. His eyesight was naturally superior to ordinary people. Even with the demonic clouds swirling and demonic qi obscuring the sky, he could see the scene at the core of those two demonic creatures.
In the densest part of the black mist, a figure stood firmly. It was a middle-aged man in a long robe, tall and straight, with long hair as white as snow. Even his sideburns and eyebrows were frosted. In the swirling black mist, his white robe was the most striking presence. He stood with his hands behind his back, the black mist around him seeming to have a life of its own. Although separated by a great distance, Chen Cheng inexplicably felt the other’s gaze sweeping over him, carrying a cold scrutiny.
The scene above the red cloud, however, made Chen Cheng’s heart skip a beat. On that cloud, crimson as blood and fire, stood a woman. She appeared to be no more than twenty years old, dressed in a red dress like burning flames. Her skirt fluttered wildly in the demonic wind, revealing a section of white ankle. Her long hair was loosely tied, a few strands blown by the wind against her cheek. Her eyebrows and eyes were delicate, with a somewhat ethereal charm.
If he weren’t in the Demonic Cult’s lair, with demonic clouds swirling and demonic qi soaring to the heavens, Chen Cheng would almost have mistaken her for an immortal fairy who had strayed into the mortal world. But the ferocious demonic qi emanating from beneath her red dress, the same as the red cloud, was undeniable. Her seemingly light figure, rising and falling with the demonic cloud, carried immense pressure!
“Are those the Serpent Deity Chief and the Great Vajra”?
Lin Xiaotian, beside Chen Cheng, asked, looking towards the two demonic clouds.
“Mm!”
Chen Cheng softly snorted, tightening his grip on the Peach Wood Sword. He saw clearly that the white-haired man’s features resembled a white-headed gorilla—no wonder he was called Vajra. The red-dressed woman’s features, however, resembled a fiery red giant snake. With a flick of her wrist, several tongues of fire rose from the red cloud, much like meandering red lightning!
The demonic clouds were close at hand. The white-haired man spoke slowly. His voice was not loud, yet it pierced through the wind and the sounds of battle, carrying an eerie echo: “Dare to trespass on my Divine Cult’s sacred island, disturb my Cult Leader’s seclusion? Today, none shall be spared!”
The righteous and evil forces engaged in fierce battle involuntarily stopped their fighting, stunned, gazing at the figures standing on the demonic clouds. The woman in red chuckled, her laughter clear and crisp, yet chilling to those who heard it:
“It’s been a long time since I tasted the blood of Chinese Daoist Cultivators. The last time was centuries ago. Remember my name: I am the Serpent Deity Chief, Crimson Flame Fiery Chain!”
As her words fell, she flicked her finger, and a line of fire shot straight towards the nearest young Daoist Disciple. Chen Cheng’s eyes narrowed, and he was about to go to the rescue when a more powerful Righteous Qi whistled out, colliding precisely with the line of fire, exploding in a wave of scorching heat that forced those around them to retreat several steps.
“Little snake demon, dare you act so recklessly before this Daoist Master!”
A strong, old voice rang out. Song Heling walked slowly forward, his expression grave as he stared at Crimson Flame Fiery Chain. The Righteous Qi had been his. He hadn’t expected the Serpent Deity Chief to be so arrogant, attacking his disciples right away.
The Daoist Cultivators then realized that the seemingly fairy-like woman was indeed Crimson Flame Fiery Chain, the leader of the Four Great Vajra. After her Righteous Qi collided with Song Heling’s, her body trembled slightly. She realized that this person was the Grand Celestial Master, and her brows furrowed slightly.
With the appearance of Crimson Flame Fiery Chain and the man in white robes, the remaining members of the Demonic Cult, who had retreated beneath the demonic clouds, seemed to have received a silent order. They instantly reorganized their formation, their previous panicked expressions gone, replaced by fanaticism and ferocity. Their eyes, fixed on the Daoist Cultivators, were filled with undisguised killing intent.
The man in white robes, standing on the black demonic cloud, saw the Second Golden Vajra, Third Golden Vajra, Fourth Golden Vajra, the Grand Protector Xiong Daisen, and the corpses of the demonic beasts. His eyes blazed with endless fury:
“Good, good. You killed so many of us. I will grind your bones to dust and scatter your souls and spirits!”
With that, he pinched hand seals, and several beams of white light shot out from his body. They were not aimed at the Daoist Cultivators, but at the corpses of the Demonic Cult members who had just died. The white light entered the bodies that hadn’t been shattered, and they slowly stood up. Even more terrifying, long white hair grew on these corpses!
“Careful! It’s a corpse control spell! These corpses have all become White-Haired Zombies!”
Luo Fuze, seeing this eerie scene, loudly warned the Daoist Disciples!
Before his words had finished, a faint red light shone in the eye sockets of the White-Haired Zombies. They let out hoarse groans, their limbs twisting at unnatural angles as they lunged towards the Daoist Cultivators. They felt no pain and were incredibly strong. A White-Haired Zombie suddenly lunged at Xuanwu Immortal, who raised his Dharma Sword and stabbed. Normally, this would kill or severely injure a Demonic Cult member, but the White-Haired Zombie was completely unaffected, its body unusually hard, clearly more difficult to deal with than the living Demonic Cult members before.
“Qian He, Xuanwu, Chang Feng, retreat and form the thunder array!”
Song Heling, seeing this situation, sternly commanded!
“Yes!”
Seeing the Grand Celestial Master’s order, the Daoist Disciples, who had been preparing for a bloody battle, all retreated, including Chen Cheng, who took Ling’er and Lü Xiachen back to Xiao Quansheng’s side!
The remaining Demonic Cult members, seeing the Great Vajra’s power, raised their Magical Artifacts and charged towards the Daoist Cultivators along with the White-Haired Zombies, attempting to wipe them out together. Unexpectedly, the Daoist Cultivators retreated, boosting their morale as they shouted and charged towards the Daoist Cultivators.
“Junior Martial Brother Xiao, Junior Martial Brother Li, Senior Martial Brother Jin, Senior Martial Brother Luo, all Junior Celestial Masters, prepare to begin!”
After Song Heling finished speaking, he began to pinch hand seals and chant incantations. Chen Cheng knew they were going to use the Lightning Summoning Incantation and quickly began to pinch hand seals. As they chanted the incantation, inky black clouds surged above the barrier. In a short time, the once clear sky was completely swallowed by thick dark clouds. The dull thunder, like the heartbeat of a giant beast, rolled from the depths of the clouds, shaking people’s eardrums.
=The End=
