My Cultivation Starting from Archery

Chapter 560: Chapter 199: Sealing Langju Xu_2

He could feel it.

The so-called cultivators’ contempt for him.

To them, everyone else seemed like nothing more than ants.

Just because…

They were stronger!

This world.

It was always like this!

Only the strong could look down on all beings.

And the weak, could only ever bow and scrape!

His thoughts tumbled chaotically.

When Ji looked up again, his eyes were nearly bursting with fury.

Then he.

Would become stronger!

Amidst the enveloping Purple Energy.

A sheepskin scroll emerged in front of him.

“Eldest brother…”

The third senior brother Nie Yuan saw this scene and wanted to stop him, but he no longer had the strength.

From within the sheepskin scroll.

Faint voices could be barely heard.

But no one could make them out clearly.

And Ji seemed to have made a certain decision.

Thus.

Waves of black and purple aura began to rise around his body.

The Ancient Demon Cultivator Wen Ji certainly wouldn’t just stand by and watch. He attacked the moment the other started his spell summoning.

Regrettably, it was still too late.

The black and purple Mystical Energy climbed higher and higher, lifting Ji’s body to float gently upward.

In front of him appeared a shrine.

The shrine dissipated.

Turning into wisps of Purple Energy pouring through his crown and into his body.

When Ji opened his eyes again, godlike and demon-like, he slowly spoke with a voice that seemed like two overlaid together, “You lowly Ancient Demon Cultivator, do you not kneel before me?!”

“Impressive guts!”

Wen Ji frowned, his expression turning solemn, “Daring to borrow from these Evil Gods, aren’t you afraid you won’t be able to repay the debt?”

“If you won’t kneel, then pay with your life—”

On Ji’s Heavenly Halberd, black and purple flames began to burn. The previous incense burner fragments also turned into balls of purple fire, smashing toward the overwhelming flying swords, and under the eruption of Divine Power.

The illusionary flying swords shattered one after the other, and the real flying swords lost control and embedded into a tree trunk.

Seeing he couldn’t dodge in time.

Wen Ji summoned a black Magic Artifact shield.

“Boom—”

Beneath the thunderous roar.

The shield blocked the Heavenly Halberd but not the balls of purple flame. Wen Ji had to form hand seals and cast a spell, conjuring a barrier in front of him, but it was like trying to snuff out a cartload of burning hay with a cup of water.

After blocking the first few purple flames, the barrier shattered, and four balls of flame smashed forcefully onto his body.

The Ancient Demon Cultivator plunged into the earth.

Instead of pursuing him, Ji soared into the sky, heading straight for the altar.

There was no time left!

The Blood Sacrifice Array had already reached its final moments.

How much longer was there?

Half a stick of incense?

Ten breaths?

Or maybe just a few breaths?

Ji was just hurtling toward the altar at full speed.

“Stop him!”

“Just one last breath, don’t let him release anyone!”

“Cough cough…”

Wen Ji didn’t rise but, coughing up blood, lay on the ground casting spells, unfolding a pair of wings crafted from magic to give chase.

The remaining cultivators and the Martial Saint also gave everything they had to follow.

In Ji’s blurred vision.

The Luotian Mountain Range ahead was almost completely shrouded by a blood mist, leaving only the last sliver of a gap for survival.

Seeing that Wen Ji and the others were about to catch up,

he simply threw the Heavenly Halberd wrapped in Purple Energy, which transformed into a Dragon Elephant Demon Beast that pounced toward the sacrificial altar, followed by all the incense burner fragments. He himself went to block the Ancient Demon Cultivators with his bare hands.

Only to see,

above the altar,

the auxiliary array eye entered an overloaded operation, the embedded Spirit Stones and Killing Stones, along with the Vajra Pestle filled with Essence Blood, were consumed at an incredible rate, until the Dragon Elephant Demon Beast with purple flames descended.

“Boom—”

The altar collapsed, and the auxiliary array eye cracked.

After the array eye controlling the lifeforce was damaged,

one could see,

from the direction of Liangzhou,

between heaven and earth,

a crack slowly opened amidst the sky full of blood fog.

A thread between heaven and earth!

A thread of lifeforce!

“Master!”

Ji wanted to break free and rush into Liangzhou.

However, the Life Gate that was opened after great hardships and enormous sacrifices could only be maintained for less than two breaths before starting to close rapidly under the erosion of the blood fog.

“Ah—”

Ji roared in frustration.

Had he lost?

“Hahaha—”

On the contrary,

the injured Ancient Demon Cultivator Wen Ji burst into laughter upon seeing this scene.

“Too late!”

“Everything is too late!”

“The Blood Sacrifice Array is complete, the auxiliary array eye has fulfilled its purpose!”

“With the lifeforce gone, how can there be talk of a Life Gate?!”

“After all, this is just an auxiliary array eye!”

“Boom—”

Another loud noise.

Wen Ji’s smile suddenly froze.

…

Liangzhou.

The blood fog completely enveloped everything in the world and continued without pausing, starting to devour downwards recklessly from a height of about three meters, and quickly reached just above people’s heads.

“Ah—”

At the city gates,

several civilians who accidentally touched the blood fog screamed in agony as they turned into pools of blood.

“Demon!”

“There’s a demon eating people!”

In their eyes,

within the blood fog,

there seemed to be gaping bloody maws, and contact with even a single finger would lead to the entire person being devoured.

People fell to the ground one after the other, not a single person daring to stand up straight.

But even so,

the demon within the blood fog didn’t intend to spare them, and continued to descend.

Nine feet!

Seven feet!

Five feet!

“Sister!”

Sun Buqi found Sun Li amidst the chaos.

Right next to her were Chen Yunxi and Si Qinmohua, along with other maids and servants.

Soon after, two more figures arrived.

It was Ning Xiang and Zhaozhao.

“Hum—”

Ning Xiang’s wide sleeves fluttered, and with her delicate hands she cast a spell, manipulating a silver ring that suddenly expanded above the heads of Sun Li and the others, as if intending to envelope this slice of heaven and earth. But upon touching the blood fog, it was knocked back.

She herself staggered, with a trace of red spilling from the corner of her lips.