Chapter 567: Shifting in a Flash

Huang Tian had succeeded, and Wuji Sect's leader was slain.

But with the eruption of the Blood Defilement Divine Light, the Tianxing Alliance suffered heavy losses. Even Daoist Zhenyi’s fly-whisk astra had been affected.

Though the details were complex, everything had occurred in the span of a single breath.

Almost at the same moment, the devils of Sin Abyss had charged forth. They were already close by. Amid the surging demonic qi, one ghostly figure after another emerged and launched their assault.

Both sides acted decisively.

Even though Wuji Sect's leader's ambush had failed and had not destroyed the astras of the Small Cold Domain cultivators as planned, it did not shake the Sin Abyss’s resolve to attack.

Old Demon Ye shouted with a cold command, "Kill the Tianxing Alliance!"

The Sin Abyss cultivators did not hesitate. They immediately abandoned the Small Cold Domain and charged toward the Tianxing Alliance cultivators.

Clearly, they understood that the Small Cold Domain cultivators were still at full strength and capable of resisting. They would not be easy to defeat.

Once drawn into a chaotic battle, the Sin Abyss would likely be entangled by the Small Cold Domain forces and lose momentum.

Their time was limited. They could not afford to wipe out both domains.

The Tianxing Alliance, however, had already suffered. Their strongest astras had been seriously damaged, and their battle formation was a complete mess thanks to Huang Tian’s sabotage. Scattered and disorganized, they were the perfect target.

The Sin Abyss viewed both the Small Cold Domain and the Tianxing Alliance as major threats. By crippling the Tianxing Alliance first, even if the two domains joined forces in the future, they would no longer pose a serious danger. The elaborate trap they had laid would not be in vain.

At Old Demon Ye’s command, several astras rose from the ranks of the Sin Abyss cultivators.

Most of these were evil artifacts—banners and talismans—surging with dark demonic qi. Wailing souls and ghastly specters filled the space, transforming the celestial array into something resembling the underworld.

This had clearly been planned long ago. The astras had been prepared in advance. Once released, they gathered into a devastating offensive and blasted toward the Tianxing Alliance in unison.

The sky was blanketed with attacks from countless astra, overwhelming to the eye. The demonic qi merged with them, forming a tide of darkness and malice that came crashing down with terrifying force.

At the same time, behind the Sin Abyss cultivators, a massive six-armed devilish shadow rose to its full height.

It stood over a hundred zhang tall, towering and imposing. Its eyes were round like copper bells, filled with a soul-shaking malevolence. Its gaze was cruel and terrifying.

Once the shadow stood upright, its height allowed it to look down upon the Small Polaris Array. It raised its six arms and roared toward the heavens. The sound, filled with demonic resonance, burrowed into the skull, disorienting the mind and sending one’s qi and blood into chaos.

Neither Daoist Zhenyi nor the red-haired grandmaster had ever seen this devilish figure before. They had no idea what kind of technique had summoned it.

But it could be guessed that the Sin Abyss cultivators had relied on this very devil to resist the winds of the celestial array. It might have even been this entity that opened the passage between arrays.

"What ancient demon has the Sin Abyss summoned?" The question echoed in everyone’s hearts.

Just then, the devil's eyes glinted with murderous intent. All six arms struck down fiercely at the star chart.

Boom!

The Polaris blazed with light, clashing head-on with the devilish shadow.

Originally, four people had been maintaining the Small Polaris Array, but with Huang Tian’s escape, only three remained. The array was already showing signs of instability.

Although it managed to block the demon’s strike, the impact stalled its operation.

The Sin Abyss cultivators seized the moment and launched another wave of attacks.

Daoist Zhenyi’s face turned deathly pale.

Almost all the Spiritual Infant cultivators of the Tianxing Alliance had entered Ziwei Palace this time. If they died here, the alliance would be finished.

Worse still, Zhenyi was at the front, facing the full brunt of the assault.

"Old Demon Ye! I swear this vengeance will not go unfulfilled!"

Daoist Zhenyi’s eyes turned bloodshot as he let out a hoarse cry. Suddenly, he raised his fly-whisk high.

His astra had only been grazed by the edge of the Blood Defilement Divine Light, and the damage was minor. With a bit of refining, it could be restored. But now, there was no time for that.

He lifted the fly-whisk, facing the onslaught of the Sin Abyss cultivators, looking as frail as a mantis trying to stop a chariot[1].

The fly-whisk unfurled, spreading like a cascade of flower petals. It opened into a vast web of fine silk threads that surged upward, meeting the enemy head-on.

Each strand shimmered with radiant energy and carried the sharpness of a blade.

At the ends of the threads, a phenomenon emerged. Countless divine swords representing the five elements appeared, releasing waves of sword qi. These swords coiled and danced like dragons, filling the air, forming a miniature world of flying swords meant to swallow the enemy’s assault.

At the same time, the handle of the fly-whisk gradually wore away, vanishing bit by bit, until the entire astra disappeared.

Daoist Zhenyi had sacrificed his life-bound astra, detonating it to block the Sin Abyss attack.

This fly-whisk had accompanied him since the Foundation Building Realm . Now, he was a top-tier middle-stage Spiritual Infant cultivator, only a step away from advancing to the late stage.

Over the centuries, he had survived countless dangers, and though his life-bound astra had been damaged many times, he had never been forced to destroy it.

Yet here he was, at the peak of his cultivation path, forced into such a desperate corner.

His life-bound astra was gone.

The astra and him were connected.

Daoist Zhenyi coughed up a mouthful of blood. His complexion turned ashen, and the hatred in his eyes deepened further. His resentment toward the Sin Abyss had become seared into his very soul.

"Haha..."

Old Demon Ye laughed wildly and said coldly, "Old Bastard, so even you have a day like this? But trying to stop me with just one astra is nothing but a fool’s dream."

Boom!

A thunderous explosion erupted before his words had even faded.

The flying sword phenomenon formed by the self-destruction of the fly-whisk lasted only a few moments under the impact before it was completely destroyed.

The collision was violently intense. Both sides unleashed forces of unimaginable scale, and the clash erupted into a storm of chaos. A terrifying surge of qi swept through the air, accompanied by countless shattered swords flying in all directions and breaking apart completely.

As powerful as Daoist Zhenyi was, he was only one man.

The offensive from the Sin Abyss cultivators had been slightly weakened, but it remained overwhelmingly dangerous.

Daoist Zhenyi’s eyes were bloodshot, filled with despair. He could only dodge aside to avoid the blow. If he had remained in place, he too would have perished. But the moment he moved, those behind him were left vulnerable.

How many cultivators of the Tianxing Alliance would survive this time?

What future remained for the Tianxing Alliance?

Just then, a searing wave of qi brushed past him.

The source was a massive crimson fist shadow, burning with blazing flames and radiating a pure and overwhelming yang energy.

The fist shadow swept past Daoist Zhenyi, replacing the vanished flying sword world created by the flywhisk. It became a second barrier.

Joy surged in Zhenyi’s heart. He twisted around abruptly.

He saw the red-haired grandmaster, eyes wide and furious, hair bristling, standing in a powerful punching stance. Flames burst from both his hands, and his entire body burned with fire that would not die out. This was no ordinary flame but a manifestation of the most refined pure yang power.

The red-haired grandmaster looked like a fire god incarnate. His presence dominated the battlefield.

The fist shadow had been unleashed by him.

Though it too was shattered by the onslaught of Sin Abyss astra, it had further weakened the enemy’s momentum, allowing more cultivators of the Tianxing Alliance to survive.

At the same time, the red-haired grandmaster roared into the sky. "Save them!"

The battlefield shifted with incredible speed. All three commanders had made the right decision.

The red-haired grandmaster had not hesitated to save them.

1. This is an old Chinese saying meaning someone weak who doesn't understand their own strength. ☜