Crossing the Cultivation Realm: Two Souls Coexist

Below, the scarlet sands had become a veritable hell on earth.

The blood soaked every grain of sand, gathered into trickles, gurgling into the earth, or was swept into the increasingly deep red tide by the surging waves.

Broken limbs and arms were mixed with broken armor and weapons, trampled into the mud by countless pairs of fighting feet.

The air was filled with a nauseatingly strong smell of blood, the salty smell of sea water, and the faint stench of decaying corpses.

The human soldiers and the demons were completely entangled in a fight, and the formation had long been destroyed.

Shouts, the sharp sound of weapons clashing, the howling of the dying, the deep roar of the demons...

All these sounds mixed into a deadly clamor, colliding and echoing among the cliffs of the bay, forming a strange and tragic harmony.

Every swing, every block, is accompanied by the loss of life.

A human soldier had just pierced the throat of an alien demon with a short spear, and the next second, a bone blade attacked from the side and cut off half of his head;

A demon pounced forward, tearing the shield with its sharp claws, but was nailed to the ground by a spear from behind.

In stark contrast to the brutal battlefield on the ground was the suffocating silence in the air.

Li Yan, Zheng Su, and Yan Bing were suspended in mid-air, their clothes stained with blood, their breathing unstable.

Especially Li Yan. Although the wound on his back caused by Ya had barely stopped bleeding, the injury was so deep that the bone was visible, and the strange sword energy that invaded his meridians made his face as pale as paper.

Every breath was accompanied by severe pain, and the body was trembling slightly, relying entirely on a strong will to hold on.

He stared at the opposite side, his eyes like a wounded tiger, still fierce, but with a hint of determination hidden deep inside.

The idea of ​​Yuanying's self-destruction is not a joke. It is the last trump card to defend dignity and defense.

The dust on Zheng Su's whisk was a little messy, and his Taoist robe was stained with blood.

His face was solemn, the spiritual power in his body was flowing quietly, and he exchanged a tacit look with Yan Bing.

The jade sword in Yan Bing's hand shone with a restrained brilliance, but the tip of the sword vibrated slightly, emitting an almost inaudible humming sound.

His muscles were tense, like a cheetah ready to pounce, ready to perish together with his enemy.

On the opposite side, the auras of the four demon generals were like four suppressed volcanoes.

Xiao was carrying the huge knife that was as big as a door panel. The dark red blood stains on the blade seemed to be wriggling like a living thing. He grinned, revealing his sharp white teeth, and his eyes were full of undisguised bloodthirstiness and impatience.

Die was floating lightly, with two hooks of purple light flowing in her hands. She licked her red lips and her eyes moved over the human warrior as if she was looking at prey, with deadly danger revealed in her charm.

The night was completely shrouded in the shadow of the black robe. Only the dark energy at the top of the staff was silently expanding, emitting a chilling murderous intent.

The most frightening thing is the crow standing in the middle.

He held the strange purple-black sword of "Silence" in one hand. The scars on the four broken edges of the sword seemed to be breathing, and the dark red light in the two deep blood grooves seemed to be wriggling as if there was life.

There was no expression on his face, and his eyes glanced at Li Yan and the other two indifferently. It didn't seem like he was looking at his opponents, but more like he was examining a few toys that were about to be broken.

The "click, click" sound made by the fingertips gently tapping on the hilt of the sword seemed particularly clear in the dead silence, and each sound seemed to strike at the hearts of the human party.

"Lord Crow!" Xiao finally couldn't hold back any longer, and his voice was like a loud bell. He deliberately forced the sound into a line, which was clearly heard by Li Yan and others.

"If you hadn't taken action just now, this human leader would have been killed by my sword! Why bother with all this trouble!"

Upon hearing this, Li Yan just snorted coldly. He was not angry, but became more suspicious.

These demonic creatures, despite having all the advantages, are sitting still. What are they waiting for? Could it be...

At this moment, Ye's hoarse voice, like the friction of sandpaper, sounded with a strange piety: "The young master is coming, welcome him."

"Young Master?" Li Yan and the other two were shocked!

The offspring of the Demon King? Such a being is personally on the front lines?

Their spiritual thoughts spread out in all directions like a tide, carefully exploring every inch of space, but they found nothing. They did not discover any expected source of the powerful and terrifying demonic energy.

However, Die, Xiao, and even Ye, who had been silent as a stone, all lowered their heads slightly at this moment, and looked respectfully towards a certain airspace behind Li Yan and others.

Only Crow paused slightly when striking the hilt of his sword, a barely perceptible trace of doubt flashing across his deep eyes. He seemed to have smelled something...inharmonious in the air.

suddenly——

hum!

A sound did not come from the eardrum, but a soft ringing sound that directly affected the depths of the soul!

About a hundred feet behind Li Yan and others, above the sea, the space began to ripple violently like water waves!

Then, a "mirror surface" as smooth as a mirror but not solid, as if condensed from pure light, appeared out of thin air!

What the mirror reflects is not the scene in front of you, but a distorted and rotating chaotic color!

Kacha...kachacha...

The mirror surface was instantly covered with spider-web-like cracks, and then shattered with a loud bang!

It turned into billions of crystal light particles and dissipated like raindrops of stars.

Instead, there was a rapidly spinning void vortex filled with chaotic light and shadow and spatial turbulence!

A vast, ancient pressure that seemed to come from the origin of the world, like a real tsunami, suddenly erupted from the center of the vortex and swept across the entire battlefield in an instant!

At this moment, time seems to have stopped!

On the beach below, all the demons that were charging, biting, and slashing were frozen as if by invisible ice. Their movements instantly stiffened, and ferocious expressions froze on their faces.

All that was left was the fear and awe that came from the instinct of life, revealed in the compound eyes, and he was unable to move!

Even those powerful Yuanying stage demons were stuck in a quagmire and had difficulty moving forward.

Although the human soldiers also felt that their hearts were being gripped by an invisible hand and they had difficulty breathing, this pressure did not seem to be directed at them.

The instinct of survival made them immediately seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and struggle to break free from the stiff opponent.

Supporting each other and carrying the wounded, they gathered at the foot of the ruined city wall as quickly as the tide receded.

There were sounds of panting, suppressed groans of pain, and the clashing of weapons, and everyone's face was filled with confusion and fatigue after surviving a disaster.

As far as the eye could see, the once mighty army formation was now reduced to only a few hundred or so men still standing. Their battle robes were stained with blood, their armor was torn, and their blades were rolled, as if they had been fished out of a pool of blood.

In mid-air, Crow's brows were tightly furrowed, and the knuckles of his fingers gripping the hilt of the Sword of Annihilation turned white from the force.

This aura... is wrong!

It was definitely not the Young Master's pure demonic might! Mixed within it was a hint of the freshness and vitality that he hated, belonging to this very world itself!

It's like a drop of water dropped into pure ink, although it's tiny, it's totally out of place!

Under the focus of countless eyes—the expectations of humans, the fear of the alien demons, the scrutiny of crows—

In the center of the void vortex, two figures shot out one after the other like meteors breaking free from their restraints!

The light faded, revealing a figure.

It was Hu Qing and Gu Yang, who were exhausted but had eyes as sharp as lightning!