boyutpedia Chapter 2128 Raging Like the Sea
Chapter 2128 Raging Like the Sea
Chapter 2128 Raging Like the Sea
The three of them, working together, should have had the upper hand against two equally powerful vengeful demons.
However, the two vengeful demons cooperated seamlessly, alternating between illusions and physical attacks, making full use of their unique characteristics. In particular, their unpredictable illusionary attacks greatly distracted the three and disrupted their coordination, leading to a stalemate in the battle.
Even Cao Feiyu and her two companions were subtly suppressed by the endless illusions and bizarre attack methods. Although they did not show any signs of defeat, if this continued, it would actually be quite disadvantageous for Cao Feiyu's side.
Chen Fei stared intently and saw that Cao Feiyu's face was as pale as snow.
On his left shoulder, his clothes were torn apart by claw-like force, revealing a bloody wound with bluish-black edges, a mark of being corroded by pure death energy. Although the icy sword energy tried its best to block it, it still emanated a chilling aura.
Beneath her ribs, another wound was even deeper, almost revealing the bone. With each circulation of her true energy and each shift of her body, a trace of pain flashed across Cao Feiyu's cold and beautiful face. Only her eyes remained as bright and resolute as cold stars.
But deep in his eyes, the weariness brought on by exhaustion and pain was like an unstoppable tide.
Her sword remained swift, its light like a moonlit stream, clear and cold, carrying a chilling intent that could freeze the soul. However, the Heavenly Descent Sword Technique she cultivated drew upon a trace of divine might; the sword's strike was like a divine punishment descending, vast and overwhelming, utterly unstoppable.
However, at this moment, the sword aura that should have been overwhelming and breathtaking was noticeably weaker. The sword light was still sharp, but it lacked that natural sense of oppression. The sword energy was still cold, but it had lost its fierce power to freeze everything.
Whenever a sword move becomes old, in the instant of transitioning between old and new power, a barely perceptible stagnation can always be detected. At most, its power is reduced to only seventy or eighty percent of its peak strength.
Once again, the fierce and ruthless whip shadow of the vengeful demon advisor Qing was shattered. Cao Feiyu felt a sweet taste in her throat, a metallic sweetness welled up, which she forcibly swallowed.
Her blood and qi surged like boiling water in her chest. The internal injuries she had suffered from the attack of the late-stage Tai Cang Realm demonic cultivator were now fully triggered by the intense battle, like an undercurrent beneath a dam, constantly impacting her meridians and internal organs.
New wounds upon old ones caused his vital energy to drain away rapidly, like a flood breaking through a dam. The knuckles gripping the Autumn Water Sword turned slightly white from excessive force.
Cao Feiyu knew that she was in a bad state, a very bad state.
If Shi Pojun hadn't withstood most of the pressure head-on, and if Chang Guwu hadn't provided support and shared the burden from the sidelines, she herself, in her current state, would probably have already been defeated, or even perished.
Just as the battle was locked in a fierce stalemate, a faint, almost drowned-out sound of a dry door hinge turning came from the ancient temple gate at the edge of the square.
Although the voice was soft, everyone present was a perceptive person, and they all sensed it almost simultaneously.
Both sides in the battle experienced a brief pause in their offensives, and everyone glanced in the direction from which the sound came.
The heavy, weathered palace door was pushed open a crack wider from the inside out. A tall, imposing figure in blue stepped out from the deep darkness behind the door, moving with unhurried grace.
The newcomer was dressed in ordinary blue sect attire, the hem of his robes fluttering slightly in the raging wind, his face calm.
However, his appearance instantly stirred up completely different waves in everyone's hearts.
The moment Cao Feiyu saw the newcomer's face, her hand holding the sword trembled slightly, almost uncontrollably. A sudden surge of emotion welled up in her beautiful eyes, which had always been as clear and cold as a deep pool. Then, all that emotion transformed into a brilliance as dazzling as stars.
Within that radiance lay surprise, the relief of a boulder falling to the ground, and something deeper, something she herself was unaware of, quietly melting away.
"Chen Fei... he's really alright." The heaviest worry in my heart finally came to an end.
No one knows what the deepest fear in her heart was when she was forced to separate and teleported to this strange and desperate place to fight.
It wasn't that he was seriously injured, nor that he was surrounded by powerful enemies, but rather that Chen Fei might be in grave danger. That demonic cultivator in the late stage of the Tai Cang Realm possessed unfathomable cultivation; how could Chen Fei, alone, possibly withstand him?
She dared not think too deeply about it and could only suppress this fear deep in her heart.
Seeing Chen Fei appear before him unharmed, his fear vanished, replaced by an unprecedented sense of security and warmth.
Unlike Cao Feiyu's undisguised surprise, Shi Pojun's sharp, hawk-like eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly the moment he saw Chen Fei. A cold glint flashed in the depths of his eyes like lightning, too fast to be caught.
His heavy blade continued its relentless attack, slashing at the Vengeful Demon Wei Zhaoting like a storm, forcing the latter to retreat repeatedly. However, out of the corner of his eye, he had already scanned Chen Fei from head to toe.
His breathing was steady, not like someone who had just gone through a fierce battle or was on the run.
Shi Pojun's mind raced, but his face remained calm and stern, without uttering a word. Only his grip on the knife seemed to tighten.
Meanwhile, another person in the room, Chang Guwu, wearing a dark green robe, had a hint of pure curiosity in his eyes.
The two most vehement reactions came from the two vengeful demon advisors, Qing and Wei Zhaoting.
The crimson demonic eyes instantly locked onto Chen Fei, the violence, resentment, and killing intent in those eyes almost solidifying into a tangible form.
If Cao Feiyu's sudden appearance from inside the hall was an accident, it is now certain that these cultivators have mastered the teleportation method within the hall.
The vengeful demon Wei Zhaoting's distorted face became even more ferocious, and he hissed, "Kill!"
"They all deserve to die, intruders, they all deserve to die!" The wailing of the Vengeful Demon Advisor was like the cry of a night owl, deafening and filled with endless resentment and tyranny.
The attack was launched almost the instant Chen Fei stepped into the square and before he could even stand still.
The Vengeful Demon Advisor Qing was the first to attack. The jet-black whip in his hand, made of countless threads of vengeful spirits and the sinews of unknown beasts, was not used to strike directly, but rather to dance rapidly around him in a strange and rhythmic manner.
As the whip flashed, the air emitted a shrill, wailing sound, and a thick, inky aura of death, accompanied by strange fluctuations in the soul, spread wildly.
In an instant, the scene before Chen Fei changed completely.
The original ruins and broken squares vanished instantly, replaced by endless, towering, lifeless, gray-black mountains.
These mountains were not static phantoms; they were layered upon each other, numbering in the thousands, carrying an aura of ancient desolation and destruction. They rose from the ground with a thunderous roar, pressing down on Chen Fei with overwhelming force.
Every mountain peak was incredibly realistic, the space was compressed to the point of bursting with unbearable pressure, the earth trembled, and the terrifying sense of oppression not only affected the physical body but also struck the soul, giving people the illusion that their souls were about to be crushed.
My vision was completely blocked, my senses were utterly distorted, and it was as if the whole world consisted only of these endless mountains that were pressing down on me.
This is one of the Demon Advisor's most treasured illusion techniques: Thousand Mountains!
It is not merely a spiritual illusion; it incorporates tangible death energy and soul power, combining spiritual impact with tangible pressure. The interplay of the real and the illusory makes it extremely difficult to deal with.
Even Cao Feiyu, Shi Pojun, and the other two had to expend a lot of effort to barely see through most of it, and could not be completely immune to its influence.
At the very moment that the illusion of the Thousand Mountains obscured everyone's vision and disrupted all senses of energy, another vengeful demon, Wei Zhaoting, made his move.
His burly body leaned slightly forward, and he silently thrust out the grotesque bone sword in his hand, forged primarily from the leg bone of some ancient ferocious beast and tempered by the death energy of the earth's veins for countless years.
There was no dazzling sword light, no piercing shriek, and not even much energy leakage.
Only a single, exquisitely refined, and almost ethereal pale white sword essence quietly emerged from the tip of the bone sword.
This sword essence was as thin as a hair, yet it condensed Wei Zhaoting's pure bone-fiend death energy and endless killing intent. Its sharpness was enough to easily pierce through the protective true essence of a cultivator of the same level.
It clung tightly to the edge of the Thousand Mountains illusion, perfectly concealed by the illusion's fluctuations. Taking advantage of the energy turbulence and sensory confusion caused by the illusion, it silently pierced through the void, heading straight for Chen Fei's brow and sea of consciousness.
A blend of reality and illusion, with murder hidden within the mirage.
In the eyes of the two vengeful demons, this was a fatal blow, and there was absolutely no possibility of it missing against a mere early-stage Tai Cang Realm cultivator.
The illusion of the towering mountains and the mental impact were enough to make this ant lose its composure and stand frozen in place.
Even if he could barely resist the illusion with some special means or a strong will, he would have a hard time detecting the silent Bone Fiend Sword Essence hidden behind it.
Anyone struck by the sword energy, even just by touching it, will have their soul instantly eroded and their body severely damaged by the terrifying bone-fiend death energy and vengeful curse contained within. Even if they don't die, they will be completely rendered powerless.
Faced with this combined attack of illusion and reality, which was enough to make even a mid-stage Tai Cang Realm cultivator flustered and even die, Chen Fei, who was in the eye of the storm, seemed completely unaware.
He stood there quietly, his blue robe fluttering in the whirlwind stirred up by the illusion.
Chen Fei raised his head, his gaze calmly fixed on the boundless, dark gray mountains that pressed down upon him, and the deadly sharpness that silently approached from behind their shadows.
"Om..."
A clear and melodious sound, as if a faint tremor from the distant past, rang out from the void about a foot above Chen Fei's head.
A mirror with a simple and antique design, its reflection slowly emerging into reality.
As soon as the Mirror of Light appeared, a soft, cool light silently enveloped the area ahead.
Wherever the mirror's light falls, the scene instantly changes.
The once majestic and imposing illusion of a thousand mountains, carrying the power to destroy the world, melted away, disintegrated, and vanished into nothingness at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The roar of collapsing mountains, the tremors of the earth, the oppressive feeling that struck straight to the soul... all the power created by illusion evaporated quickly like morning dew under the clear mirror light, leaving no trace.
As the illusion vanished, the sinister bone sword essence that had been hidden behind it and was originally extremely difficult to detect was suddenly exposed to everyone.
It was still as fast as lightning, carrying a chilling killing intent and a deathly aura that eroded the soul, and it was less than a foot away from Chen Fei's brow.
In the same instant, a sword shadow as cold and clear as moonlight appeared, arriving before Chen Fei and blocking his path.
It's Cao Feiyu.
The moment Chen Fei appeared, she disregarded the churning blood and tearing pain within her body, merged with her sword, and transformed into a streak of light, appearing before Chen Fei at a speed beyond her usual limits.
The Autumn Water Longsword emitted a clear, resonant tremor in her hand, and the icy blue light on the blade was concentrated to its extreme, as if she were holding a frozen moonlight.
Faced with the incredibly condensed Bone Fiend Sword Essence, she did not choose to block it head-on. Instead, she brought her exquisite understanding of swordsmanship to its extreme, and with the tip of her sword, she gently touched the core node of the pale sword essence's power flow by the slightest difference.
"Ding!"
A sharp, piercing impact, like metal rubbing against stone, suddenly exploded. The sound wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally shrill, piercing straight to the eardrums.
The icy blue sword energy and the pale bone-fiend death energy collided and intertwined fiercely, exploding into a fist-sized, constantly twisting halo of light.
Cao Feiyu's jade-like hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and her already pale face became even more bloodless.
The essence of that bone sword was the result of Wei Zhaoting's full-force attack, insidious and domineering. Even though she skillfully exploited its weakness, the recoil still exacerbated her injuries.
However, this fatal blow, which was enough to severely injure or even kill a cultivator in the early stage of the Tai Cang Realm, was successfully intercepted by her. The sword essence shattered and turned into scattered death energy.
Just as Cao Feiyu shattered the Bone Sword's essence with a single sword strike, and her body was slightly pushed back half a step by the recoil, the Undying Spirit Mirror floating above Chen Fei's head began to shimmer, its surface rippling like gentle waves spreading across a calm lake.
This time, the cold, clear light did not shine on the empty space in front of them, but instead, like two invisible and intangible pillars of light, crossed the distance and instantly enveloped the vengeful demon advisor and Wei Zhaoting in the distance.
The mirror light touched their bodies, and the two vengeful demons trembled violently.
The faint deathly aura and soul disguise that surrounded them, used to confuse their auras and assist in casting illusions, quickly became thin and transparent under the clear mirror light, like morning mist blown away by the wind, and finally completely disappeared without a trace.
Not only the disguise on their bodies, but even the specific soul power nodes inside their souls used to construct and maintain illusions, and their operating trajectories, were faintly revealed under the mirror light, as if they were seen through from the inside out.
Not only them, but the afterglow of the mirror light, like mercury spilling onto the ground, silently swept across the shadowy corners of the entire square and the residual areas where energy surged.
The illusionary restrictions secretly laid down by the vengeful demons to aid in the battle, and all the illusory creations that did not belong to the real material world, all emitted a slight hissing sound and quickly faded away under the illumination of this mirror light.
"This...this is impossible!"
"Our illusions..."
Two incredulous roars came almost simultaneously from the mouths of the Vengeful Demon Advisor and Wei Zhaoting.
Their crimson demonic eyes were fixed on the slowly rotating mirror of light above Chen Fei's head, then they looked down at their own demonic bodies, which were no longer disguised, and a chill rose uncontrollably from the depths of their souls.
Their illusions combine the dense death energy and resentment of this place, creating a fusion of reality and illusion that is impossible to defend against.
Even when facing the combined attack of Cao Feiyu, Shi Pojun, and Chang Guwu, three powerful mid-stage Tai Cang Realm cultivators, only their attacks were partially seen through. They were always able to play a key role in interfering with, restraining, and creating openings.
This is their greatest reliance, enabling them to maneuver and even fight against stronger opponents.
But now, this kid who suddenly appeared with the cultivation level of the early stage of the Tai Cang Realm didn't even make any complicated spellcasting movements. Just by having a strange mirror appear above their heads, their carefully constructed illusion collapsed, and they couldn't even hide their figures.
"A great opportunity!"
In stark contrast to the vengeful demon's horror and despair, a sudden glint of light flashed in the eyes of Shi Pojun and Chang Guwu.
They were all seasoned veterans, having fought their way through countless battles, possessing an exceptionally keen grasp of opportunities. Chen Fei's near-overwhelming illusion-breaking technique not only shattered the vengeful demons' greatest reliance but also caused the two demons to momentarily lose their composure and become disoriented due to shock.
"die!"
Shi Pojun reacted the most violently. Almost the instant the demon's form was fully exposed, he let out a thunderous roar. Without any words or prelude, his aura surged to its peak in an instant.
"boom!"
A terrifying, raging aura erupted from Shi Pojun's burly body, and the broken stone slab beneath his feet silently turned to dust.
The massive, door-wide blade in his hand emitted a deep, excited hum. Yuan energy surged from his arms like a stellar eruption, wrapping around the blade and making the already heavy blade seem to instantly condense the weight and sharpness of thousands of mountains.
The True Realm of All Things!
Shi Pojun transformed into a raging streak of light, instantly bridging the distance between himself and the two vengeful demons, appearing diagonally above them.
He raised the giant blade high above his head with both hands and, with the force of splitting the heavens and earth, slashed it down furiously at the two vengeful demons below.
Under the shadow of the blade's power, the space was compressed into a solid wall, emitting a deafening roar as it struggled to withstand the pressure.
The violent sword intent locked onto Gu Wenqing and Wei Zhaoting, giving them a terrifying feeling that no matter where they dodged, they would inevitably be cleaved in two by this sword.
This was Shi Pojun's all-out attack as a late-stage half-step Tai Cang Realm expert, containing his profound understanding of the Dao Body of the Myriad Realms.
At the same time, Chang Guwu on the other side also moved.
His movements were already known for their unpredictable speed, and now he pushed his speed to the limit. With a swift movement, leaving afterimages in his wake, his true form appeared like a ghost behind the two vengeful demons, effectively blocking their possible escape route.
The seemingly delicate black jade folding fan in Chang Guwu's hand has now become the core of the storm.
A fierce wind howled and swirled across the square, emitting a mournful wail. The wind was not random; rather, under Chang Guwu's control, it instantly condensed into countless cyan-black wind blade tornadoes with sharp, knife-like edges, squeezing, coiling, and tearing towards the two vengeful demons from all directions.
Xunfeng Ghost Prison!
The countless wind blade tornadoes not only attacked from tricky angles, but also formed an invisible force field, like a swamp or an invisible chain, locking the space around the two vengeful demons, greatly restricting their ability to move and dodge, forcing them to withstand Shi Pojun's earth-shattering slash head-on.
Shi Pojun and Chang Guwu, two powerful figures from different sects, displayed astonishing teamwork at this moment. One attacked while the other supported, one employed orthodox tactics while the other used unorthodox ones, driving the two vengeful demons, whose minds were shaken and whose illusions had been broken, into a desperate situation.