ebookland Chapter 362 Eve
Chapter 362 Eve
Beside the chasm of the natural chasm, flames and thunder intertwined as the decisive battle between the immortal sect and the demon clan raged. Luo Qinghan, the senior disciple of the Bishui Sect, was not only a medical practitioner but also a warrior wielding a staff on the battlefield. His figure loomed in the smoke, both the defenders' hope and their shield.
"Senior Brother Luo, over here! A disciple is injured!" A young cultivator shouted in the chaos, his voice filled with anxiety.
Luo Qinghan quickly turned around and waved his staff. A soft, watery light covered the wound, and the bleeding immediately stopped. His voice was calm and firm: "Hold on, you're doing well."
He looked up and saw Pei Youzhi not far away. The power of his wind spirit root allowed him to move across the battlefield like a ghost. His wind blades cut through the demon lines, winning precious space for the defenders.
"Brother Pei, wind blade formation!" Luo Qinghan shouted. Pei Youzhi turned around, a look of determination flashing in his eyes. He nodded, formed seals with his hands, and a violent wind suddenly arose. Wind blades poured down on the demon clan like a rainstorm.
Ye Mu stood on the platform, the star disk spinning in her hands, the power of the stars gathering around her. Her voice was calm and clear: "Brother Luo, there are demon stalkers approaching from the right."
Luo Qinghan nodded, pointing his staff to the right. A wall of water rose from the ground, isolating the stalkers. His voice, covered by the spell, reached Ye Mu: "Thank you, Junior Sister Ye."
Wei Chen stood at the front lines. His ice spirit root made him like a cold, ruthless god of death in this battle. His voice was deep and powerful: "Luo Qinghan, we need you in the rear."
Luo Qinghan immediately turned around and waved his staff lightly. Streams of water light flowed like a fountain of life, nourishing the injured warriors. His voice was gentle but firm: "Don't worry, I won't let anyone fall."
Yunli of the Tianhe Yun Clan was setting up an earth-based magic array on the battlefield. His voice was a little tired: "Brother Luo, the magic array here needs your water spiritual roots to strengthen it."
Luo Qinghan nodded and quickly came to Yunli. His staff lightly touched the ground, and the light of water and earth intertwined, making the magic circle more solid.
The battle became more and more intense, and the demons' offensive was as surging as a tide.
Luo Qinghan kept switching between healing and fighting. His mana was constantly being consumed, but his will became stronger and stronger.
"Brother Luo, be careful!" A young warrior suddenly lunged at Luo Qinghan, pushing him away, only to be pierced by the demon's sharp blade. A trace of grief flashed in Luo Qinghan's eyes. He quickly treated the warrior's wound, but the injury was too severe, and the warrior eventually closed his eyes.
Luo Qinghan held the soldier's hand tightly and whispered, "We will never forget your sacrifice."
During the battle, the morale of the Xianmen defenders was once low, but Luo Qinghan's healing and encouragement made the soldiers regain their spirits. His medical skills not only healed the soldiers' wounds, but also warmed their hearts.
"Brother Luo, you are truly our guardian angel." A young soldier said gratefully after receiving treatment. Luo Qinghan smiled and patted the soldier on the shoulder: "Let us protect this land and our home together."
Pei Youzhi kept changing positions during the battle. His wind blades and charm techniques made the demon soldiers lose their way, creating opportunities for the defenders to counterattack.
His voice came in the wind: "Junior Brother Luo, we need a breakthrough!" Luo Qinghan nodded, pointed his staff at a corner of the battlefield, and a water tornado rose up, tearing a gap in the demon line.
His voice was firm: "Now, charge!" Ye Mu's star disk played a huge role on the battlefield. Her star shield protected the defenders, and her star power provided strong support for the defenders.
Her voice was calm and clear: "Senior Brother Luo, the main force of the demon clan is gathering." Luo Qinghan immediately commanded the defenders to prepare to meet the main attack of the demon clan.
His voice echoed across the battlefield: "Hold your ground, our reinforcements are coming!"
At the other end of the battlefield, Wei Chen's figure was like an ice-blue lightning. The staff in his hand was a heavenly weapon made from the spine of a seventh-level ice-attributed snake demon. He had bought this staff at the Chaoge auction for a sky-high price of 12 million spirit stones, and now it showed its true value on the battlefield.
The battle intensified, the demons' offensive surged like a tidal wave. Wei Chen stood at the front, his gaze firm, the staff in his hand emitting a bone-chilling chill.
This staff is not only a weapon, but also an extension of the power of his ice spirit root.
"Brother Wei, the demonic vanguard is gathering!" a defending monk shouted. Wei Chen nodded, took a deep breath, and plunged his staff into the ground. A powerful cold current surged from the staff, rapidly spreading in all directions.
The icy blue light spread across the battlefield. Wherever it passed, the demon soldiers were instantly frozen and turned into ice sculptures.
"Is this the power of a heavenly-grade weapon?" a young monk exclaimed.
A Wei disciple replied arrogantly, "Weapons are just the icing on the cake. It's clearly our young master's strength that's formidable."
Wei Chen didn't say anything. He concentrated on controlling the staff, and the power of ice was exerted to the extreme in his hands.
His staff can not only freeze enemies, but also summon ice storms to neutralize the attacks of demons one by one.
"Young Master, be careful!" A Wei family member suddenly shouted from a distance, pointing to Wei Chen's flank.
Wei Chen turned around and saw a demon general rushing towards him with a huge axe in his hand.
His eyes were calm, and with a slight wave of his staff, an ice wall rose from the ground, blocking him and the demon general.
"A thousand miles of ice!" Wei Chen shouted, and a dazzling blue light emanated from his staff. The temperature within a radius of dozens of miles centered on him dropped sharply. An ice storm raged on the battlefield, completely suppressing the demons' offensive.
Luo Qinghan saw Wei Chen's performance from behind, and a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes: "The power of Wei Xianjun's ice spirit root is really powerful."
Pei Youzhi also shuttled across the battlefield, his wind magic providing perfect cover for his companions: "Wei Xianjun, I'll help you clear the way!"
Wei Chen just nodded slightly in response, his eyes always fixed on the battlefield, without any extra words.
Ye Mu was high in the sky, the star disk was spinning, and the power of the stars provided additional protection for his companions: "The power of the stars is with you."
Wei Chen still did not answer. His figure appeared and disappeared in the ice storm. Every time he appeared, the demon soldiers fell.
Yun Li of the Tianhe Yun Clan was setting up a magic array on the battlefield. His voice was a little tired, but more determined than anything else: "With the geniuses of your major sects here, plus Brother Wei's ice wall and my earth-attributed magic array, these demons will definitely be defeated."
It was the first time that the geniuses from the sect and the aristocratic families cooperated in a battle on the Tianqian battlefield. Wei Chen's performance on the battlefield really boosted the morale of the immortal sect's defenders.
The power of his ice spirit root, coupled with the blessing of his heavenly staff, made him a force that could not be ignored on the battlefield. Every attack he made struck fear into the demons, and every defense he made reassure the defenders.
The battle continued, and Wei Chen and his staff became a beautiful sight on the battlefield. His ice spirit root power, coupled with the blessing of the heavenly staff, made him a fish in water on the battlefield, becoming the backbone of the immortal gate's defenders.
As Wei Chen swung his staff, the power of the Thousand Miles of Ice caused the demon clan's vanguard troops to retreat step by step, and the morale of the immortal gate defenders was once high.
However, the good times did not last long. As more and more demon soldiers poured into the battlefield, the pressure on the immortal gate defenders increased again, and their morale gradually declined.
"We must hold on, reinforcements will be here soon!" Luo Qinghan shouted to encourage the soldiers around him, but his voice seemed a little weak amid the roars of the demons and the roars of spells.
At this moment, deafening thunder suddenly sounded in the sky, and lightning flashed through the clouds like a mad dragon. Everyone on the battlefield couldn't help but look up.
That was not ordinary lightning, but a unique sign of cultivators with thunder spiritual roots.
Cheng Yan's figure was wrapped in thunder and lightning, like a god descending from heaven. Her appearance instantly ignited the hope of the immortal gate's defenders.
The long sword in her hand emitted a dazzling light, and each sword strike carried the force of thunder, curbing the demon's offensive.
"Look! Senior Sister Cheng Yan is back!" A disciple of the Immortal Sect's guard pointed to the sky, his voice filled with uncontrollable excitement.
Cheng Yan's appearance was like a god descending to earth.
The long sword in her hand was wrapped with violent lightning, and every time she swung it, it was accompanied by deafening thunder.
Wherever the sword tip touched, the demon soldiers there were like being struck by thunder and turned into ashes. On the battlefield, Cheng Yan's figure was like a flash of lightning, her speed was so fast that it was almost impossible to catch.
Wherever she passed, the demonic lines were torn apart like paper. Each of her sword strikes carried the power of thunder, striking fear into the demonic soldiers.
Luo Qinghan, Pei Youzhi and Ye Mu's eyes all turned to her at the same time.
Luo Qinghan looked at the indomitable figure, and a surge of pride surged in his heart. With his heart beating like a drum, he shouted loudly: "Senior Sister Cheng, we are here!"
Cheng Yan paused in mid-air, her gaze sweeping across the battlefield like lightning, finally settling on Luo Qinghan's position. Her voice boomed like thunder, echoing throughout the battlefield: "Junior Brother Luo, you've done well. Now, let's end this battle!"
Her words were full of confidence and strength, which gave every disciple guarding the immortal gate a strong encouragement.
Cheng Yan's figure once again turned into a ray of lightning and rushed into the demon clan's formation. Each of her attacks was like thunder from the sky, leaving the demon clan's soldiers nowhere to escape.
The demon generals felt an unprecedented threat and tried to organize an effective counterattack, but under Cheng Yan's sword, their defenses were useless. Cheng Yan's swordsmanship was sharp and domineering, and each strike contained the violent power of the Thunder Spirit Root, forcing the demon generals to retreat step by step.
Luo Qinghan followed behind her, waving his staff, and water spells and healing light intertwined to provide constant support to her and the surrounding warriors.
Pei Youzhi also shifted direction slightly, moving across the battlefield like a ghost in the wind. His wind blades and enchantment spells disoriented the demon soldiers, creating an opportunity for the defenders to counterattack. His voice carried through the wind: "Junior Sister Cheng, I'll clear the way for you!"
His wind magic provided perfect cover for Cheng Yan's sword intent. The wind assisted the thunder, making Cheng Yan's attack even more rapid.
Ye Mu was high in the sky, the star disk spinning, and the power of the stars gathered around her. Her voice was calm and clear: "Senior Sister Cheng, there are demon ambushes on the left."
Cheng Yan nodded, pointed the lightning sword to the left, and a bolt of lightning struck down, defeating the demon's ambush.
The four of them cooperated seamlessly. Cheng Yan's sword energy cleared the way, Luo Qinghan's water spells provided support, Pei Youzhi's wind spells disrupted the enemy, and Ye Mu's star chart predicted the enemy's movements.
Every time they cooperated, the demon soldiers felt despair, and every time they attacked, the morale of the immortal gate defenders was greatly boosted.
Under the leadership of the four, the Xianmen defenders launched a new round of counterattacks. Cheng Yan's lightning sword danced, Luo Qinghan's water tornado swirled, Pei Youzhi's wind blade cut, and Ye Mu's star shield protected every soldier.
The four of them were like four stars on the battlefield, illuminating the path to victory for the Xianmen defenders. As the battle continued, their tacit understanding grew deeper and deeper.
They didn't need words, just a glance or a gesture to understand each other's intentions. Their cooperation put unprecedented pressure on the demon soldiers and gave the immortal gate defenders hope of victory.
With Cheng Yan's arrival, the morale of the Xianmen defenders reached its peak. Following Cheng Yan's footsteps, they launched the final general attack. The demon soldiers fell one after another under Cheng Yan's long sword, and their line began to collapse.
Cheng Yan's appearance was like a ray of light breaking through the darkness, bringing hope of victory to the Xianmen defenders. Her strength, her decisiveness, and her leadership all began to tilt the balance of this battle.
Wei Chen stood at the other end of the four people, his eyes always locked on the enemy's movements, but Cheng Yan's appearance was like a bolt of lightning that could not be ignored, and his gaze was involuntarily drawn over.
He looked at Cheng Yan's heroic figure on the battlefield, and complex emotions surged in his heart.
As the young master of the Wei family, Wei Chen has always been the pride of the Wei family and even the aristocratic family. His calmness and arrogance are well-known in the world of cultivation.
His strength and talent made him feel at home on the battlefield, but the appearance of Cheng Yan undoubtedly put pressure on him.
Cheng Yan's strength and her performance on the battlefield forced Wei Chen to admit that she was a formidable opponent.
Wei Chen did not feel jealous. He recognized Cheng Yan's strength and had basic respect for this future opponent.
His gaze lingered on Cheng Yan's Lingye Sword for a moment, then turned to his own staff. He murmured to himself, "Thunder Spiritual Root, this time, Ice Spiritual Root will not be inferior."
There was a hint of challenge in his voice. The relationship between the aristocratic families and the sects was delicate. He and Cheng Yan were both among the most outstanding disciples and were often mentioned together and compared to each other.
But they were not familiar with each other at all, and their only intersection was that they had met in the Immortal Sect Competition.
The last battle between the two was the Immortal Sect Competition more than 180 years ago, when they drew lots to meet in the competition for the top four.
Cheng Yan finished in the top two with a best-of-three performance, ultimately taking first place. Wei Chen narrowly lost and finished third.
More than ten years after that, Cheng Yan broke through to the Spirit Transformation Stage.
Wei Chen, on the other hand, advanced to the Spirit Transformation Stage only after participating in another competition.
In the last competition he participated in, Wei Chen won the first place as he wished.