Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 1085 Xuan Jue enters Tianyuan

Ice blue and crimson hues intertwine and collide.

One is strong, the other is gentle; one is yin, the other is yang.

Like two completely opposite yet perfectly matched blades, they precisely cut into the cracks in the laws that Xuan Jue had marked beforehand.

"boom--"

The demon army's hasty attempt to reassemble its defensive formation failed before it could even hold out for a moment under the interplay of sword light and rosy glow. It crumbled like rotting flesh with its skeleton removed.

On the ground, the three Venerable-level experts of the Demon Army simultaneously soared into the sky, their demonic energy surging wildly, attempting to forcibly stabilize the battle line with absolute power.

Then, they saw a person.

A middle-aged man dressed in a black robe appeared between them and the Hanyue Army at some point.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his face expressionless, and he didn't even look up at them.

Intense demonic energy was rising.

Demon race, a Demon Lord realm expert!

He simply opened his eyes.

His left eye was pitch black like an abyss, and his right eye was scarlet like a sea of ​​blood.

The law of destruction, spanning thirty thousand years, was silently released the moment those eyes opened.

"boom--"

It was like an invisible, colossal mountain descending with a deafening roar.

The three demon army lords remained frozen in mid-air, still in their charging stance.

It's not that I don't want to move, it's that I can't.

It's not that they're trapped by restrictions, but that their bodies instinctively refuse to follow the brain's commands.

That is the fear etched deep within every living being when targeted by a predator at the top of the food chain.

The area where the demon army's reserve forces were assembled was deathly silent.

No one dared to move.

No one can move.

When this step is completed, Xuanjue's seven-line chess game is actually finished.

Yue Qing's "stone" stirred up waves on the eastern front.

The "fire" between Qing and Mongolia was ignited during a gap in the southern front.

Zhengming's "knife" severed the central command at its most vulnerable moment.

Xuanqing and Yunxia's "swords" and "light" tore through the defenses at the peak of chaos.

Just as the Kuiyan's "power" was about to launch a counterattack, it completely froze it.

Every step was blocked by the critical points in the enemy's formation.

Every strike landed precisely on the critical spot where power shifted.

Attract, disrupt, cut off, deter—

The five steps are interconnected, and the timing is exquisitely precise.

The ironclad encirclement of 300,000 demonic troops led to the complete paralysis of the command system from the moment Yue Qing launched his attack.

The entire process didn't even last half an hour.

As the last of the Hanyue Army, having completed their raid, silently retreated towards the rift entrance along the pre-designated safe route, the scout battalion, like the most skilled painter, gently erased the last trace of the army's withdrawal from behind.

Only now, amidst countless chaotic fragments of intelligence, have the high command of the Demon Army managed to piece together a vague assessment.

The Hanyue Army is not on defense, but breaking out!

But by the time they confirmed this assessment, the entire main force of the Hanyue Army, along with its core experts, had vanished into the morning mist like a bubble.

All that remained was a devastated camp, burning provisions swirling in the morning breeze, shattered rune arrays flickering weakly, and 300,000 bewildered demon soldiers.

They held their weapons, guarded their positions, and stood ready for battle, but the enemy had already left.

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Tianyuan City.

The space on the planetarium rippled gently like water.

The old array master guarding the platform was nervously monitoring the array plate when a flash of light appeared before his eyes, and a group of people appeared.

Xuanjue stood at the very front.

His tattered gray-white linen robe was still covered in dust from the ninth floor of the Demon Suppression Tower. The marks of dark silver shackles on his wrists were clearly visible, and his figure was thin yet imposing.

Xuanqing and Fairy Yunxia stood on the left and right respectively, while Kuiyan remained silent as a mountain, followed closely by several core generals of the Shaking Mountain Army.

They seemed to have stood there since time immemorial.

The outline of Tianyuan City was faintly visible in the darkness.

The starlight on the city wall was so dim that it was almost imperceptible.

That was a sign that the great battle within the city was about to end.

Outside the city walls, the camps of the demon army stretched for dozens of miles.

The campfires, as numerous as stars, surrounded Tianyuan City completely.

The Demon Realm has mobilized no less than a million troops to besiege Tianyuan City.

Between the tents, massive siege weapons lay prostrate on the ground like ferocious beasts.

Each one exudes a demonic aura that distorts the space.

In the sky, dark clouds formed from condensed demonic energy surged endlessly.

Deep within the clouds, countless pairs of scarlet demonic eyes could be vaguely seen, constantly monitoring every move of Tianyuan City.

This is the full picture of the siege of Tianyuan City.

The million-strong demon army, like an iron barrel, tightly bound the barrier of Xuntian Continent to the center.

Xuan Jue glanced at it only once before looking away.

The old array masters guarding the platform almost thought it was an illusion.

It wasn't until Xuan Jue raised his hand and cast a dispelling seal, repairing the thirty-seven array patterns on the star platform that had been corroded by the Corrosive Spirit Powder, that the old array masters guarding the platform seemed to awaken from their daze, kneeling down in unison, trembling with excitement.

Xuan Jue didn't say much, or even glance at them, and headed straight for the core of the magic array in the center of the star observation platform.

Just then, three figures landed on the star platform simultaneously.

The three Venerables, Chiyang, Xingheng, and Yunji, have arrived.

When they saw the figure on the stage, dressed in a tattered hemp robe, thin but with an aura of profound power, all their momentum faltered.

Venerable Yunji abruptly stopped, his lips slightly parted, his throat bobbing, as if a thousand words were stuck in his chest, yet he couldn't utter a single one.

He gazed at that familiar yet unfamiliar profile, and his eyes instantly welled up with indescribable excitement and sorrow.

That was his senior brother, whom he thought had perished millions of years ago and could only be remembered in his memories!

At this moment, he was standing right in front of me, alive and well!

He wanted to ask his senior how he had survived all these years, and he wanted to share his millions of years of searching and loss...

But all the emotions ultimately turned into a suppressed sigh.

Venerable Xingheng subconsciously took half a step forward, raising his hands slightly, as if trying to confirm that the scene before him was not an illusion.

Millions of years of vicissitudes, the rise and fall of Tianyuan City, and countless old friends turned to dust.

Seeing the reappearance of the venerable one who once led everyone, he was filled with countless emotions and didn't know where to begin.

Even the most fierce and direct-minded Venerable Chiyang was frozen in place at this moment.

He wanted to roar and question the Heavenly Palace, to denounce the injustice of the past million years, and even more so, to howl in celebration of his old friend's escape...

But in the end, all the intense emotions turned into a heavy, almost inaudible sigh.

On the planetarium, time seemed to freeze for a moment.

Millions of years of astonishment, ecstasy, and sorrow surged silently between the three Venerable Ones and the figure in hemp robes, like a turbulent undercurrent.

Xuan Jue merely tilted his head slightly, his gaze sweeping calmly over the three old acquaintances.

His gaze was profound, as if he could see through all the emotions churning in their hearts, and also see through the passage of millions of years.

"We can reminisce later," Xuan Jue said in a low voice, instantly breaking the heavy silence. "Right now, there are more important matters to attend to."

His gaze passed over them and landed on the white figure shrouded in demonic energy at the heart of the city lord's mansion in the distance.

Xuan Jue's figure transformed into a gray streak of light, disappearing directly into the suffocatingly dense demonic mist ahead.

There was a person sitting cross-legged there.

Venerable Azure Frost. (End of Chapter)