Divine Seal: Six Paths of Reincarnation, I am the Crown-Rank Assassin

Chapter 75 Bloodbath at Zhennanguan
The bloodthirsty madman was only at the fifth rank.

Yan Qianqiu took out the Sunset Glow, drew his bow and nocked an arrow, his movements as swift as lightning.

"disease!"

Arrows rained down, their light dazzling.

All seven bloodthirsty demons were impaled and died instantly.

The youth wielded the power of the evil spirits, his soul flames rising high, formless and intangible, and entering the eternal melody.

The scarlet giant flower swayed its body and swallowed the madman whole.

Its body visibly grew stronger, with dense branches, brazenly holding up the defensive line.

Bai Xiaomo's face was solemn, and the strong, nauseating smell of blood made her feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Pfft!"

The spear pierced through flesh and blood.

The spear from Florence was drawn like a dragon, displaying a heroic and dashing style.

Possessing a spiritual aperture, she now wears magnificent armor, and even a sixth-order demon cannot last more than ten rounds against her.

In the sky,
Tan Wan has blue spiritual wings on her back and holds a blue crystal staff.

The raging wind elements twisted and expanded, covering a range of hundreds of meters, and thousands of hurricane blades, sharp as knives, slashed at the demon's body.

[Seventh-Tier Hurricane Storm]

Severed limbs and remains were scattered everywhere.

The demons at the city gate were quickly wiped out.

not far away,
Yang Wenzhao opened his mouth in surprise when he saw the commotion, not caring that the demonic blood had splashed into his mouth along with his armor.

How could they be so strong?

“Continue to delve deeper,” Yan Qianqiu said in a deep voice.

The eternal melody on the boy's chest burned brightly, and the power of countless souls surged into the Tower of Eternity.

But this is not enough.

"Yes!"

The 21st Demon Hunter Team, led by General, departed from Zhennanguan.

They pierced through the demon army like sharp knives, their speed even faster than that of a commander-level demon hunter squad.

As the demon army surged forward, the Divine Realm's Heavenly Barrier enveloped the surrounding area, concealing their forms.
Yan Qianqiu's mind stirred.
Six colorful flames of the soul emerged.

Holy Guardian Skeletons stood guard on either side of him.

Twelve hundred undead warriors surged into the demon army like a tidal wave, brandishing their swords at the demons, as fierce as tigers and sheep.

Half of the undead warriors are sixth-tier beings.

"They went on a killing spree."

Yan Qianqiu wielded his heavy sword.

"Herod!"

The Dark Knight, seated atop his undead skeletal warhorse, heard the boy's command and led his eighty-three demonic nightmare cavalrymen into the fray without hesitation.

The Light Mage wore a magic robe.

He sits high above the heavens.

The Holy Flame of Light poured down like a torrent of crimson magma, and thousands of demons perished under its flames, their spirits transforming into undead power that surged into the Tower of Eternity.

"Oh my God."

Bai Xiaomo looked at the scene before her, somewhat at a loss. The ninth-level combat power was simply too terrifying.

Yan Qianqiu frowned.

Master Guangming has caused too much of a commotion; it's best to take it back.

With a change of heart, it transformed back into flowing light, merging into the eternal melody.

It didn't take long.

Tens of thousands of demons were transformed into undead warriors, their pupils burning with spiritual flames.

Yan Qianqiu drew the arrow with a backhand.
The bowstring was taut as a full moon, and the arrowhead gleamed.

The seventh-tier two-headed griffin was still swooping down when the arrow had already torn through the air and precisely pierced the left eye socket of the skull.

"Wow!"

With a shrill roar, the enormous monster's wings stiffened, and it crashed down from a height of a hundred meters.

The bones twisted and reassembled, transforming into a skeletal, undead griffin.

Yan Qianqiu gazes into the distance.
Human powerhouses and the twelve demon gods clashed, and their battle reached a stalemate.

Six demon gods were in the first thirty-six columns, but the Emperor-level Demon Hunter Team, with its superior equipment, still managed to keep them firmly at bay. "Of the million-strong demon army, how many can I convert?"

While slaying the demons, the young man still had the energy to ponder in his heart.

Their commotion was so great that the demon race suffered enormous losses, attracting the attention of the eighth-tier demon race.

Dark light descended from the sky.

It crashed in front of Saint Guard No. 8, and black bubbles overflowed in all directions. The fourth-tier demon undead knight melted in the black bubbles.

He was exceptionally handsome.

Her slender, fair arms were covered with dark purple magic patterns.

The Moon Demon's eyes were filled with confusion, and his voice was filled with anger, "You stupid demon, what exactly do you want?"

The Dark Knight's expression was icy.

He thrust out his five-meter-long, jet-black spear with deadly force, revealing the sharp edge of the Asura Thorn, and his bone-chilling killing intent materialized into a physical form.

The Moon Demon was greatly alarmed.

His entire body transformed into a translucent purplish-black color, his hands clasped together in front of him, and a purplish-black crescent moon slowly rose behind him.

He never dreamed that this guy was actually at the ninth level!
Which demon prince lies beneath that pitch-black armor?

He never got to know the answer.

The jet-black spear moved with lightning speed, piercing the young Moon Demon's arm and then his chest. The spear moved like a phantom dragon, leaving seven or eight large holes that flickered in and out of view.

With a flick of his wrist, the spear tip was caught by Yan Qianqiu like a dead dog, and he casually put it into his storage ring.

Footsteps crushed bones.

He led the Holy Guard and the Demon Hunters across the battlefield like a black torrent.

With each demon slain, azure soul power is drawn from the corpse, transforming into invisible specks of light that flow into his body.

The skull pendant glowed and relentlessly devoured energy.

The platinum-gold barrier "Divine Luo Imperial Heaven" unfolds, covering the surrounding area.

The light within the barrier was distorted, making them invisible to the outside world, and the undead warriors slaughtered indiscriminately.

The sun sets.

Yan Qianqiu felt that his mental strength was nearing its limit. Even with the Tower of Eternity bearing most of the burden, he still reached his limit after managing 180,000 undead.

An army of 180,000 undead!
Countless soul energies!
The other members of the Demon Hunter team were already exhausted, even Cai'er, who was also a chosen one of the gods. They rested on the first floor of the Eternal Tower.

Inside the Tower of Eternity,
Cai'er sat cross-legged on the ground, purifying the vengeful spirits and silently restoring her spiritual power.

Only she and Yan Qianqiu can restore their spiritual power in the Tower of Eternity.

Although the principles are different, the effects are the same.

Tan Wan was panting heavily, his face covered in blood. As someone who cultivated both magic and martial arts, he would sometimes wield a crescent-shaped blade to block in front of others.

"My spiritual energy is only a few hundred points left, and that's only thanks to Lin Xin's Spirit Recovery Pill."

“Yes, the number of demons is terrifying.” Florence’s arm trembled.

It wasn't out of fear, but because I used too much force and exceeded my limits.

Being deep within the army and surrounded by hundreds of thousands of demons, the pressure was naturally immense.

"It feels like the team leader is just warming up, and we can't take it anymore."

"Yeah, the commander is awesome."

They recalled the boy's fighting posture, just like at the beginning, and couldn't help but gasp in amazement.

Demon Blood Battlefield

Yan Qianqiu changed into legendary equipment.

As dawn breaks, the Holy Armor unleashes a blazing, sun-like spiritual light, so dazzling it seems to scorch through the dark clouds.

He was suspended in mid-air.
The sixteen-meter-long dragon wings on its back suddenly unfolded, each platinum feather trembling slightly as if it were alive.

The feathers gleamed coldly in the wind, radiating the savage pressure of the ancient dragon race.

The demon army surged in like a tidal wave.

He held the Victory Wheel Sword in one hand, its blade swirling, each swing unleashing a dazzling storm of spiritual energy.

The seventh-tier Crimson Blood Demon roared and charged forward, its giant claws tearing through the air.

"Crack!"

The sword light poured down like a silver river, splitting the demon's body in two. The filthy blood was incinerated by the holy flames before it even hit the ground.

Without pause, without hesitation,
His figure transformed into a streak of platinum light on the battlefield.

Wherever he went, demons fell like stalks of wheat. Even seventh-tier demons couldn't withstand his second sword strike.

(End of this chapter)