Nuclear-powered Sword Immortal
Chapter 371 - 368 Defeated and Fled

Chapter 371: Chapter 368 Defeated and Fled

"Boom!"

The roar equivalent to hundreds of thousands of tons of nuclear bomb explosion resounded through heaven and earth.

It was like the great sun falling, light mixed with overwhelming shock waves tore through the atmosphere, creating a visible white atmospheric ring that swept in all directions at supersonic speeds.

The innermost area for several miles was directly turned to ash by the terrifying high temperatures.

Even the strongest of the Great Demons, if caught within this range, would not leave behind a body; they were like sand sculptures before a tsunami, effortlessly "smashed" into dust.

The high temperatures carried by the flames continued to spread in all directions like a wildfire, with scorched arcs reaching dozens of miles out, instantly turning mountains, rivers, forests, and plains within dozens of miles into a sea of fire.

The hurricanes formed by the rapid compression of the atmosphere spread even further, to several dozen miles away. Even those like the Mystic Bird Fighting Machine, Hong Ye, Lu Zhanxian, Monarch You Quan, and Leng Ningshuang, who were fighting with the Demon Birds dozens of miles away, could feel a terrifyingly hot wind "slapping" their bodies. If they were not Primordial Spirit Monarchs with profound cultivation, but ordinary people riding on flying Fierce Beasts, they would definitely be swept away by the hurricane along with their mounts.

And the ground they stood on exemplified this point best.

Bushes, grasses, and even trees several meters tall were all uprooted by this blast wave; countless rocks and soil were thrown high into the air and scattered even further.

And the earth-shaking roars and shock waves spread over a hundred miles.

Demons and human cultivators a hundred miles away could feel it clearly.

...

In a ditch only six miles from the epicenter of the explosion, a Demon King was curled up as tightly as possible, still emitting pitiful screams that could not be suppressed.

This was the Demon King Yafan, who originally served the Daoli Spirit Venerable and had led the demons of the Three Thousand Marshes into Mu State by showing the way to the Great Mill Spirit Venerable.

Even though the Demon King noticed the impending crisis in an instant and immediately hid in a crevice, because it was too close, the terrible high temperatures and flames continued to batter its curled body.

The flames were like sharp blades, inch by inch charring, cutting, and peeling the surface of its body, leaving most of its exposed flesh almost completely charred.

Fortunately...

It was, after all, a Demon King skilled in defense.

Plus, it was located six miles away from the nuclear blast’s center, and at the critical moment, it found a small crevice.

The crevice was not large but allowed it to finally withstand the most terrifying flames, the burning, the impact, and tenaciously hold on.

When the flames and bright light had somewhat subsided, a terrifying super hurricane lifted its massive form and threw it, not knowing where it landed several miles away.

As the hurricane abated, its body, buried in the dust looking like a roasted beggar’s chicken, crawled out of the dirt, screaming while looking in the direction of the three Demon Emperors’ location.

There...

You could still vaguely see the giant fireball engulfing the heavens and earth burning fiercely within the mushroom cloud-like smoke.

Clouds were torn asunder, forming three giant overlapping atmospheric rings in the sky, lingering between the heavens.

The vastness, the magnitude of it created a soul-shaking visual impact.

In the face of such an impact, even Yafan, a Demon King with a Catastrophic-level Demon Spirit as its true form, couldn’t help but feel a trembling from the soul.

"What is this... what is this..."

It exclaimed with widened eyes, almost losing its voice in horror.

With its fierce, bloody mouth opening and closing, trying to say something to express the horror in its heart, for quite a few breaths, other than repeating "what is this," it couldn’t form a complete sentence.

"Emperor... Emperor... This is the ultimate destruction brought by the power of an Emperor Level."

After a while, the Demon King roared.

The voice was filled with uncontrollable terror and fear.

Demon Emperor.

They, the three Demon Emperors, along with several dozen Demon Kings, actually dared to foolishly challenge a Demon Emperor!?

"Woo!"

At this time, there were also wails of pain not far from it.

Yafan looked towards the source of the wails.

There a Demon King, equally charred by the flames’ high temperatures, was emitting painful cries.

Seemingly mourning the death of the three Great Demons.

Yafan looked around.

But it saw not just the three Demon Emperors like the Great Mill Spirit Venerable; around them, Great Demons and other Demon Kings equally destroyed by such a destructive force were in the hundreds, even thousands.

They were too close.

Due to the Great Mill Spirit Venerable having made no preparations for a decisive battle with the humans, and being still some distance from the human’s designated battlefield, Dragon Fall Ridge, the three Demon Emperors had not deployed those Demon Kings further away.

Most of these Demon Kings were stationed around them.

Because of this, when that human Heavenly Monarch unleashed a strike equivalent to a Demon Emperor’s might, it didn’t just kill the three Demon Emperors on the spot but also swept away the nearby Demon Kings.

This could be inferred from the fact that even Yafan, situated six miles away, skilled in defense, and having taken refuge in an earthy crevice at the critical moment, still suffered such heavy injuries.

In the face of such destructive power, those who survived were either beyond ten miles away or had achieved Undying Demon Body Perfection, and particularly those whose Undying Demon Bodies excelled in defense.

Others...

were unable to escape their fate of becoming charred remains.

It could be said that the strike not only annihilated the three Demon Demon Emperors but also obliterated more than ten Demon Kings.

As for the nearby Great Demons, there were hundreds, if not thousands.

"Roar!"

Just then, a roar filled with anger came from one side.

The next moment, a Demon King that resembled a giant ape leaped up and slammed a thunderous blow onto Yafan’s head, sending its hundred-ton body flying dozens of meters and heavily crashing into the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust and debris.

"Yafan, you deceived us; that terrifying being within Qiantian has not perished."

In his dizzy state, Yafan heard the furious roars of the Demon Ape King.

"That terrifying being?"

Yafan wanted to retort.

However...

It had also learned from the Daoli Spirit Venerable that the fearsome being guarding Qiantian was dead.

After a Demon Spirit transformed into a Devil, its original divine perception would drastically decrease; Yafan could not provide any evidence on whether the fearsome existence mentioned by Daoli Spirit Venerable residing in Qiantian was indeed dead.

"If that fearsome existence is not yet dead, our trivial forces from the Three Thousand Marshes attacking Qiantian is tantamount to courting death."

Another surviving Demon King also showed itself.

It added, "Even if that fearsome existence has truly perished, can you guarantee that it hasn’t left behind any ace that could deal a lethal blow to a Demon Emperor, or even an Emperor?"

"Being the first to step into Qiantian would only mean running into the gunpoints of those human forces, which is an outright mistake."

Another Demon King emerged from the black dust, its expression filled with pain and fear: "I want to return to the Three Thousand Marshes. Qiantian may have a vast human population, but they have many powerful cultivators, which are not something for me who has not yet undergone the transformation into a Demon Emperor to covet lightly, and even if I were to attack again, it would only be after I have devoured the humans I have bred in Cangshan, having transformed into a Demon Emperor."

With that said, this massive Demon King "lumberingly" retreated toward the direction of the Three Thousand Marshes.

Hearing its words, many Demon Kings also came to their senses from the tempting nine billion humans of Qiantian World.

With reverence, they glanced at the distant battlefield that had become a sea of flames and quickly departed.

Without the Demon Demon Emperors, the Demon Kings represented the highest will of the Devils from the Three Thousand Marshes.

And these Demon Kings, representing the supreme will of the Devils, clearly lacked the confidence to confront an existence capable of unleashing power comparable to a blow from a Demon Emperor...

No!

Let alone an existence capable of unleashing a blow comparable to that of a Demon Emperor, they did not have the courage to confront a being capable of sweeping through Mu State and slaying, including the Daoli Spirit Venerable, the nine great Demon Kings.

If a real battle ensued...

Perhaps they could defeat the human armies of Mu State, but these Demon Kings, serving as leaders, would surely be singly killed by that human Heavenly Monarch operating the terrifying War Spiritual Artifact.

The stronger the Demon, the harder it is to be controlled by instinct.

Should they continue their comfortable lives in the Three Thousand Marshes, or risk their lives attacking Qiantian?

Any intelligent being could make the right choice.

Besides...

This battle resulted in the loss of three Demon Emperors and over a dozen Demon Kings - with their deaths, a great number of cities would be left leaderless, ready to be split among themselves, potentially doubling the number of beings under their control.

In such circumstances, why continue a desperate struggle with the powerful Qiantian?

Soon, many Demon Kings started to retreat.

With the retreat of the Demon Kings, naturally, the Great Demons began to withdraw as well; in an instant, the once surging wave of Devils was stopped as if intercepted by a nuclear blast, coming to a sudden halt and quickly receding.

This scene was immediately perceived by the human cultivators.

Feeling the presence of those gradually receding from the other side of the fiery sea, Lu Zhanxian couldn’t help but shout, "They’re retreating!? The Devils are retreating!?"

"They’re retreating!? The Devils... have been repelled by us!?"

"Not by us, but by Palace Master Gu, the Devils were repelled by the Great Divine Power unleashed by Palace Master Gu!"

Zhou Yi, Zhang Lihuo, Leng Ningshuang, and Hong Ye, who had just joined the big family of Lingxiao Palace, also appeared somewhat excited.

"Let’s go look! We need to confirm the exact movements of the Devils!"

Zhou Yi said, before piloting the Mystic Bird Fighting Machine and speeding towards the front.

Zhang Lihuo followed closely behind.

As they piloted their fighting machines across the sea of fire wrought by the nuclear explosion, they felt even more profoundly the vastness and majesty of Gu Jinlai’s strike.

Under such a grand force, it wasn’t just that the three Demon Emperors had perished, but any surviving Demon Emperor would have to contemplate the cost of continuing the battle.

For a moment, even Zhou Yi and Zhang Lihuo, who were always composed, could not help showing their elation.

"We won! We won! We have won!"

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