deltrittennovels Chapter 321 Void Battlefield, Desolate Continent
Chapter 321 Void Battlefield, Desolate Continent
"This is... the Void Battlefield?"
Lin Hanzhou subconsciously activated the power of the world to protect his body.
The environment here was a hundred times worse than he had imagined!
The first thing I felt was cold.
That kind of extreme cold that penetrates to the bone marrow, as if it could freeze the soul.
Faced with such cold, without spiritual power to protect one's body, one would probably be frozen into an ice sculpture in an instant.
Secondly, there is "emptiness".
There is absolutely no spiritual energy here!
In the Heavenly Profound Realm, cultivators are like fish, and spiritual energy is like water; they can breathe and replenish it anytime, anywhere.
But here, it's like being thrown ashore.
The spiritual energy within the body diminishes with each use, and cannot be replenished from the outside world; it can only be restored by relying on pills or spirit stones.
This means that on this battlefield, endurance will be crucial to survival.
"Cough cough..."
Coughing sounds came from all around.
One hundred and eight ninth-level powerful figures stood scattered across a piece of hard, dark brown wasteland.
They also immediately noticed the harshness of the environment, and their faces turned extremely pale.
"Damn it... the laws here are broken too!"
The Celestial Venerable of Blazing Sun stretched out his hand, and a ball of flame ignited in his palm.
But this "true fire of the sun," which should have been shining brightly, was now only the size of a candle flame, and it was flickering as if it would go out at any moment.
"Not only is there no replenishment of spiritual energy, but even the power of the laws is suppressed by at least 30%!"
"and……"
Mad Blade Master looked up with a solemn expression, his voice low.
"Look up."
Upon hearing this, everyone looked up.
Above them, instead of the familiar sky, lay a bottomless, despairing black abyss.
In that abyss, one can occasionally see huge silver cracks flashing by; those are the turbulent void currents.
This so-called "continent" is completely unprotected by any world barrier, and it just floats nakedly in the endless void.
Like a small boat adrift on a raging sea.
"Is this why only those at the Nascent Soul stage or above can come here...?"
Li Feiyu stood in the corner, his expression becoming serious.
"Anyone below the Nascent Soul stage simply cannot survive here."
"If one's cultivation level is insufficient, the environment in this void alone would probably be enough to cause them to die slowly."
"There's not even oxygen here to breathe."
Everyone fell silent.
Although they are now all eighth-level powerhouses who have long since abstained from grains and do not need to breathe oxygen, they can still withstand this harsh environment.
But this oppressive feeling of being in a hopeless situation, isolated and helpless, still weighed heavily on everyone's heart like a boulder.
This is not a blessed place for cultivation.
This is the true burial place.
"roar--!!!"
While everyone was still adjusting to the environment.
A deep and violent roar suddenly came from the dark horizon in the distance.
Immediately afterwards, the earth began to tremble slightly.
In the pitch-black darkness, countless scarlet eyes, like will-o'-the-wisps, lit up densely.
A pungent, nauseating stench of blood and demonic energy wafted towards us on the cold wind blowing through the void.
"It seems..."
Mad Blade Master slowly drew his long sword from his back, a sharp, cold glint flashing in his eyes.
"That old fox Duanmu Hong not only threw us into a deadly situation."
"They just threw us onto the demons' dinner table."
"Get ready to work, everyone."
"Let's deal with these demons first, then figure out a place to stay."
As the Mad Blade Venerable finished speaking, thousands of demons of various shapes and sizes surged out from the dark horizon like a tide.
Some of them have three heads and drip corrosive saliva; some are covered in hard bone spurs and resemble chariots; and some even drift aimlessly in the void like ghosts.
Although most of them were low-level demons of the fourth or fifth rank, with a few dozen sixth-rank leaders mixed in, in such a harsh environment, this force was an absolute nightmare for cultivators below the seventh rank.
However, what they encountered today was a group of "ancestors" with nowhere to vent their anger.
"Hmph, a bunch of ignorant beasts."
The Mad Blade Venerable looked at the sixth-tier bone demon charging at the forefront, a cruel and sinister smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
He was scolded and punished like a dog by Duanmu Hong in the Hall of Nourishing Souls, and the humiliation he felt had been building up to the point of exploding.
Seeing these demons now, he felt no fear whatsoever, but rather a long-lost excitement.
That's the thrill of slaughter.
"die!"
The Mad Blade Master took a step forward, and the solid wasteland beneath his feet instantly shattered.
He casually swung his longsword, unleashing a terrifying aura of sword intent.
"Pfft—!"
The sixth-tier bone demon, with its astonishing defensive capabilities, didn't even have time to let out a wail before it was neatly cleaved in two from head to crotch!
Black demonic blood gushed out instantly, splattering all over Mad Blade Venerable's face.
He stuck out his scarlet tongue, licked the demonic blood from the corner of his mouth, and the red light in his eyes intensified: "Awesome! Again!!"
This is like a signal.
The remaining hundred or so ninth-level ancestors moved at the same time.
"My 'Thousand-Thread Poisonous Hand' technique is just lacking some test subjects!"
Granny Thousand Hands slammed her cane on the ground, and countless fine, hair-like poison needles shot out, instantly turning dozens of fifth-tier demons who rushed up into pincushions.
The next second, those demons turned into puddles of pus amidst their painful screams.
"The blazing sun burns the sky!"
"All swords return to their origin!"
"Frozen Purgatory!"
……
This was a one-sided massacre with no suspense whatsoever.
It could even be described as a brutal killing carried out to vent anger.
These old monsters, possessing eighth-tier bodies, are far superior to these lower-level demons.
In less than three breaths.
The thousands of demons that were just moments ago so aggressive, seemingly ready to devour everything, have completely vanished from this wasteland.
All that remained were scattered limbs and broken bodies, and rivers of black demonic blood, emitting a pungent stench in the cold void.
"Pah, it's so weak."
Mad Blade Master flicked the blood off his blade and spat, looking like he hadn't had enough.
"That's it? It's gone before we even warmed up."
At this moment, the Heavenly Venerable of Blazing Sun also concealed his aura. He looked around and frowned slightly.
"Alright, stop fighting. The smell of blood here will soon attract more and stronger demons."
"While we are not afraid, it would be foolish for us to waste our energy in a place where spiritual energy is depleted and we are fighting against an endless army of demons."
Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement.
"Let's split up."
An elderly man in a gray robe, skilled in perception, suggested.