SFS Chapter 192 The Darkness Retreats
Chapter 192 The Darkness Retreats
The fierce struggle began again. The Huaxia Immortal Clan united once more and launched a great war against the sea beast demon clan. Nothing could defeat the united Huaxia Immortal Clan.
Aside from themselves.
The united immortal race is invincible.
Even though the difference in strength between them and the demon race is currently enormous.
"Awaken millions of immortals, unite as one, and let the iron-blooded battle flag flutter in the wind!"
Between heaven and earth, countless immortals roared and charged forward without hesitation, fighting and battling with the demon race. Their bodies were glowing, bursting with an unprecedented belief in victory.
Over the past few centuries, many immortal cultivators have had the ancient mortal immortal scriptures appear in their minds. These scriptures are engraved in their bones and are the innate secret techniques passed down by the immortal race.
Furthermore, generation after generation of leaders emerged who guided the Immortal Clan. These leaders were all incredibly great, each a protagonist in their respective era, and their achievements were worthy of being recorded in the annals of the Immortal Clan.
Even now, despite the vast disparity in strength between the immortals and the demon race, the united immortals are indestructible and possess the divine power to overcome all difficulties. Just a few years later, the demon race, known as an iron torrent, was utterly defeated and scattered.
Roar!
Fierce battles erupted both in the sky and on the ground.
Jiang Yang's three disciples unleashed the Willow Tree Technique, transforming into three white-clad battle avatars. Together with their original bodies, they formed a total of six Nascent Soul level battle avatars, fiercely battling the Flood Dragon King, causing chaos and destruction.
The Dragon King roared, "Who do you think you are? You want to kill me? Do you even have the right? Not killing you all back then was the worst decision I ever made."
Jiang Yang's eldest disciple shouted, "Even if you kill us, there will be countless more like us. The Immortal Clan can never be wiped out!"
"This is utterly ridiculous! You think killing us will completely suppress our immortal race? Wishful thinking!"
"You suppress one immortal race, but countless immortal races will rise up. Alien races like yours will be wiped out sooner or later. Nothing can stop the revival of our immortal race!"
"Today, on behalf of the entire Immortal Clan, we will settle accounts with you for all the things you have done over the past few centuries!"
"kill!"
He and his two junior brothers launched a fierce attack forward.
Together with the three battle bodies they each created using the Willow Tree Technique, the six figures rushed forward, unleashing various supernatural powers upon the Flood Dragon King, causing it to bleed profusely and countless scales to fly out.
"Ah!! No revival allowed! No!!"
"The word 'revival' is not allowed to be mentioned!!"
The Dragon King was enraged and became enraged, roaring madly as various terrifying wounds appeared on his body and his scales fell off!
The two sides fought from the ground to the sky, which was extremely shocking.
Jiang Yang's three eldest disciples have been cultivating for over three hundred years. They were taken in in 2436, during the period when the Immortal Clan began to suffer calamity. He passed on all his skills and inheritance to these disciples. In the following hundreds of years, he also took in some other Immortal Clan members as disciples and trained them.
Over the years, they have also become guides for the immortal race, supporting it after hundreds of years of decline.
"You old beast, die!"
"Don't even think about staying in this world to harm our immortal race!"
"Pay the price for the sins you've committed against our immortal race for so many years!"
Boom!
Supernatural powers illuminate the heavens and earth, while the clash of swords and the shadows of spears surge forth.
They fought their way from the land into the sky, and finally from the sky into the sea. Six figures entangled the Dragon King, and with a splash, they sank the enormous dragon into the East Sea, where it remained motionless.
On land, the immortals are engaged in a fierce battle with the demons!
Jiang Yang stared at the four dark cultivators.
If the opponent makes a move, he will not hesitate to use his ultimate move, which will startle the earth with wind and thunder, even if it requires sacrificing his own life!
The four dark cultivators remained unmoved, their gazes sweeping over each of the rebellious immortals: "How strange. What secrets do the immortals hold? Where did they learn those scriptures they speak of? Aren't all their scriptures in our hands?"
This war has lasted for decades.
The Immortal Clan suffered heavy casualties, but not one of them retreated. They fought bravely and fearlessly against the Demon Clan army and against the alien cultivators who betrayed the Immortal Clan, until the very last moment!
The scene in the entire ancestral land of the East was tragic.
Blood flooded the world, and the land was shattered.
The immortals rose up in resistance and wiped out too many demons.
Boom!
Boom!
The sky and earth changed color.
The four dark cultivators watched all of this with indifference.
As for the life and death of the demon race, what does it have to do with them?
Those were merely pawns to them. They would support them when they were useful and discard them at any time when they were no longer needed. As long as they could continue to suppress the rise of the Immortal Clan, they would spare no expense.
So what if one dragon king dies? If they want, they can raise countless more dragon kings!
"Fellow Daoist Jiang Yang, are you just going to watch like this?"
Hong Fulin spoke, looking at Jiang Yang.
For so many years, the Immortal Clan has been fighting against the Demon Clan, and they have not attacked the Immortal Clan, nor has Jiang Yang attacked the Demon Clan!
A delicate balance of power has been established between the two sides.
It's clear that things can't continue like this.
Finally, Hong Fulin and the other three looked at Jiang Yang and said, "Fellow Daoist Jiang Yang, how about we each take a step back?"
Because they realized just how terrifying the power of the Immortal Clan was when they rallied together. If things continued this way, the Immortal Clan would truly rise again, and their darkness would be suppressed by the Immortal Clan in turn.
Jiang Yang didn't reply to them, but coldly said, "I really want to wipe you all out!"
Humphrey said expressionlessly, "You can't do it."
Bei Xuanye said, "Even if a true immortal were to come, there would be no way to help."
Boom!
Hong Fulin took out a cow horn and blew on it. The sound resounded throughout the world and spread across most of the world.
In an instant, from all directions, large numbers of demons retreated, leaving the ancestral land of the immortals in the east. They took the initiative to control the retreat of the demons.
The ancestral land of the East has finally found peace.
The immortals all roared to the sky. Although they had won a temporary victory, no one could laugh because too many of their compatriots had died.
The third dark monk, Li Yingzheng, said, "You don't actually think we're just going to retreat like this, do you? That's incredibly naive."
The fourth dark cultivator, Jiang Hongli, said, "Let your immortal race relax for a while. Of course, we'll be back. Hopefully, you'll have passed away by then!"
Hong Fulin said, "Let me be blunt: we will be everywhere, and we will try to divide your Immortal race from within until you are completely destroyed. Don't even think about rising again!"
They left Jiang Yang with a single, hurtful statement.
As the alien races and demons retreated.
The four dark monks also disappeared from the world.
Jiang Yang knew that their control over the demon race's retreat was not that simple; there were even more unimaginable conspiracies behind it.
But he was almost out of energy.
Now he has become very old. Only seven or eight hundred years have passed, and he has become an old man in his twilight years, with white hair, which is a sign of depleted blood and energy, and his vitality is declining.
He sacrificed his life to fight against the darkness's corruption. With his extraordinary cultivation at the Integration Realm, he could have easily lived for tens of thousands of years. But for the sake of the ancestral immortal clan, he gave up everything. There's nothing more to say.
The Immortal Clan achieved a brief victory. Jiang Yang then ordered his disciples to clean up the various secret realms. At the same time, he organized all his life's learning and inscribed it into scriptures to leave to the Immortal Clan. This was the last thing he could do before he died.
The four dark monks retreated.
However, the invasion and chaos caused by the demon race did not end there. They would bring disasters to the immortal race from time to time. The dragon king who was sunk into the East Sea did not die, but was severely injured. Jiang Yang's three disciples were also crippled.
This conflict with the demon race and other ethnic groups lasted for more than a hundred years before it finally ended and both sides calmed down.
The year is 2900.
The demon race retreated, but only from their ancestral lands in the east; they still occupied the other continents.
After the great war ended, everything seemed to return to peace.
The demon race was driven out of the ancestral land in the east. The immortal race was restoring order, rebuilding the ancestral land, developing again, and recuperating. In just a few decades, the ancestral land in the east became completely new.