mtl008 Chapter 2431
Chapter 2431
At this moment, whether it's the millions of cultivators watching the battle from the top of Wujiang City, or the strange formation on the back of that giant crocodile in the void 700,000 miles away.
Those powerful figures from various sects who were observing the battle through the Eternal Divine Weapon and the Void Mirror within the first and second lines of defense, through various means, were all frozen in place, their minds blank, and they even forgot the rhythm of their breathing.
No one could have predicted how quickly the tide of battle would turn.
Because they were all observing from extremely long distances, either through the projection of the Dao patterns of the Eternal Divine Weapon or through the reflection of the Void Mirror, when they first saw Chen Xuan staggering and fleeing in panic, even calling for help from Boundless City, everyone was prepared to witness their army being slaughtered by the Dark Elf King. They had even prepared their sighs and regrets.
But Chen Xuan's two backhand sword strikes came too suddenly and too fast, so fast that they surpassed the subtle fluctuations of the Heavenly Dao rules, so fast that they made people's hearts tremble.
Even many powerful figures watching the battle were distracted by conversations with their old friends for a moment. When they turned around again, they saw a seven-colored divine sword, carrying overwhelming sword intent, piercing through the core of the Dark Elf King's combined formation and piercing the head of the Weasel.
The scene was so fast it was almost an illusion.
Immediately following, the entire Night Elf King's formation collapsed with a deafening roar, its spiritual light shattering like falling meteors.
The two imperial weapons of the white-haired demon suddenly swelled, transforming into a sword gate that blotted out the sky. They slammed down on the fleeing, eerie celestial beings, causing flesh and blood to fly, bones to shatter, and souls to vanish. The scene was extremely brutal, and the stench of blood seemed to permeate all the places that were watching through the Void Mirror.
Even more chillingly, the white-haired demon god took out a sinful treasure shrouded in boundless resentment. Its pitch-black chains swept across the area, forcibly pulling and suppressing the souls of the 108,000 strange army, leaving not even a single remnant soul untouched.
On the 8,620th floor of the Void Heaven Pavilion, in an elegant viewing room, several Dao Lords had gathered to enjoy tea and discuss the Dao while quietly observing the battle of destiny. However, at this moment, they were all out of control.
Several Dao Lords, who had been distracted by idle chatter, now looked at the completely different battle situation in the Void Mirror with blank and bewildered expressions.
"What happened?" A Dao Lord suddenly stood up, his tone urgent. "It was just a moment ago, what happened? Where is Xu You? What happened to that Dark Elf King?"
"My goodness! The cultivators guarding this pass in the Flame Dragon Realm are truly extraordinary!" Another Dao Lord exclaimed, clapping his hands in amazement, his eyes filled with shock.
"Such meticulous planning, such profound cunning! Step by step, luring the enemy deep into his territory, this kid is no ordinary archer, but clearly a ruthless and decisive swordsman who excels in close combat!"
"That sword pierced through the combined formation and killed the Weasel without any resistance. The power it unleashed in an instant already faintly surpassed that of a first-class Immortal King wielding an innate divine weapon!"
"Explain yourself! How exactly did it reverse? What crucial moment did I miss?" The distracted Dao Lord asked anxiously, his face full of worry—such a stunning reversal, if missed even for a moment, would be a lifelong regret.
Not only was the Void Pavilion, a place for trading, enjoyment, and discussions, in such a state of disarray, but the core disciples of various supreme Daoist temples, and even the reclusive patriarch-level experts, were also shocked by this battle. Their gazes were fixed on the white-haired god and demon in the Void Mirror, and their expressions varied.
Deep within the Daojun Emperor's Pass, in the endless void, inside that gray thatched hut, the black-robed Eternal Immortal Emperor could no longer maintain his composure. The chaotic Dao aura around him surged violently, his pitch-black imperial robes fluttered without wind, and his face was so gloomy it seemed to drip ink.
His cold eyes were fixed on the white-haired demon god in the void mirror, who was calmly adjusting his breathing and recovering his magical power. His eyes were filled with disbelief, anger and astonishment.