Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons
Chapter 931 - 621: Leave it to Fate?

Chapter 931: Chapter 621: Leave it to Fate?

Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!

Within the Northern Hong Domain, rows of figures clad in profound armor stepped out in unison, each battle formation composed of different members of the Demon Race.

The moment they gathered together, the surging demonic aura almost turned the vast jade waves crimson!

Right under the Immortals’ noses, the Northern Dragon Palace had controlled these waters for years, turning them into a stronghold as impenetrable as an iron barrel.

There was no room for any power struggles; every Great Demon of the waters submitted to the Dragon Palace, offering not only annual tribute but also the elite of their clans to charge and breach formations on behalf of the Northern Dragon Palace.

At this moment, their eyes were cold as they stood silently in place.

In the grand hall, many Dragon Descendants were also armored, seated on either side.

The North Dragon King resided in the Eastern Hong, suppressing the group of Purple-Bearded White Dragons. In its absence, the King’s younger brother, Qi Tianchuan, took charge.

This ferocious Black Dragon occupied the throne, with an elderly Turtle Demon by its side.

With a casual point at the map, the Imperial Edicts in the hands of the guards were delivered to a Demon army before them.

Compared to the minor soldiers and sergeants, each Demon army stationed beyond the Dragon Hall nearly possessed the strength to independently attack an Immortal Sect.

The dense throng of Demons, like a blanket of dark clouds, swept out from the waters toward all directions.

The vastness of Hongze was so immense, completely cleansing it seemed a fool’s errand like fantasies told by a madman.

Yet, in the flick of Qi Tianchuan and the old Turtle Demon’s fingers, soon, most of Hongze was divided and allocated.

As for the remainder...

Amid the rustling wind, the Sky Curtain of Northern Hong was taken over by golden light, as the Ten Thousand Miles of Mountains and Rivers Map unfolded, buzzing with people’s voices, like a mirage or as if a new world had materialized out of thin air above the Azure Sky.

Majestic Dao Palaces stood imposingly, rivalling the grandeur of Immortal Cities.

Twelve ethereal figures sat cross-legged within the palace, like deities overlooking the mortal realm.

Below them, powerful Cultivators stood in droves across the landscapes, and Demon Races came to pay their respects, among which the most eye-catching were the Disaster Qilin of the Yue Family.

Truly speaking, if one excluded the Dao Realm, the power of Northern Hong wasn’t likely to match the combined force of the other three Hongs.

However, its strength lay in its location under the feet of the Immortals, making any infighting pointless.

Therefore, the two most favored forces by the Immortals needed only an order to gather all powerhouses without any surprises, and nobody dared to resist or even pay lip service while doing otherwise.

Gathering the strength of Northern Hong, they could overwhelm the remaining three Hongs!

"Those cursed dragons in the east were best at blinding people’s eyes. Now that they’re gone, things are much cleaner."

In the circumstances deliberately muddled by the East Dragon Palace, Northern Hong was almost oblivious to the outside world.

But that wasn’t important.

One of the Dao Palace phantoms faintly smiled and looked towards the south.

A panoramic view, nothing but chickens and dogs.

The next moment, all twelve ethereal figures revealed their true forms, and their voices boomed like thunder across the skies.

"Kill!"

...

Western Hong, Ban Shan Sect.

Ye Jiu and the others looked ahead with confusion, "Where’s Shen Yi?"

Despite the calm appearance of Sect Master Shen previously, there was something off about his mood.

With the situation looking good, all they needed was for the Immortal Court to receive their petition, and a turnaround would be assured.

Why then did a sudden murderous intent emanate from him?

"He... he’s gone."

Ji Jingxi’s delicate face showed a bit of bewilderment, the entire person somewhat at a loss.

Sect Master Shen wandering off alone wasn’t new, and anyone from the Southern Hong Seven Sects should have grown accustomed to it by now.

But this time, Ji Jingxi inexplicably felt panic... even desperation.

The last time she felt something similar was when Senior Brother Qin left the Sect to rescue Xuan Qing in Northern Hong.

Despite both being Sect Masters of Nanyang, their personalities were worlds apart.

For some reason, Ji Jingxi thought she saw the same ferocity on their faces, a resolve born from a gamble of desperation.

"He said to let us decide for ourselves."

Ji Jingxi looked up, her face even more puzzled.

"Decide for ourselves? Decide what?"

Ye Jiu, always anxious, was already preparing to summon his Flowing Light Flying Sword to search for Shen Yi.

He just thought it was bizarre; with everything seemingly peaceful, why had Shen Yi suddenly changed? When he looked up to the sky, what exactly did he see?

Even if there was a major incident, why not discuss it properly? The more critical the moment, shouldn’t it be the time to gather all available forces?

"Wait."

Suddenly, Qi Yansheng grabbed Ye Jiu’s arm and stared blankly towards the north.

As his gaze extended into the distance, his pupils trembled slightly.

This cautious Ling Yue Sect Master may not be considered the pinnacle of strength in Hongze, but as a powerhouse in the Late Stage of Heavenly Realm, he still commanded respect.

Yet now, everyone heard his heavy breathing.

Several Southern Hong Sect Leaders and the Ban Shan Sect Master simultaneously looked towards the north, and in an instant, their faces echoed Qi Yansheng’s emotions.

Right at the border between Western Hong and Northern Hong.

A black line abruptly appeared in the sky, then swiftly rolled forward, turning into a dark, gloomy cloud.

Exquisite sets of profound armor, denoting the identity of Northern Hong’s elite.

A vast multitude, swarming out like locusts!

More figures burst through the clouds, rushing forth, and the sky was filled with Cultivators with eyes full of a fierce intent to kill.

They simultaneously swept towards the south, east, and west.

Countless Maps of Mountains and Rivers, dragging the magnificent Dao Palaces, descended in succession; various races of the Demon Race rushed on the water’s surface, their roars piercing through the azure sea and sky!

"It’s over!"

In Qi Yansheng’s mind, Northern Hong was still as it had been a hundred thousand years ago.

Only upon witnessing this horrifying scene could one comprehend the true terror of their foundation.