Junior sister took first place again

Under the command of King Chongming, the demons of the East China Sea began to move quietly. Their goal was not to provoke war, but to find opportunities in the coming storm to gain some benefits.

A young demon who transformed and looked to be in his early twenties, after hearing King Chongming's words, had a sly look in his eyes: "Your Majesty, when the immortal sect begins to withdraw its troops, shouldn't we take the opportunity to recapture some of the islands rich in resources? Those fourteen islands outside Haiyue City have been occupied by those villains for nearly a hundred years."

Another elder demon took over the conversation, "These islands must be recaptured, but the time has not yet come." He turned to face King Chongming and bowed. "Your Majesty, now is the opportunity to negotiate with the Immortal Sect and advance deeper into the Four Provinces. I, a humble servant, am willing to lead the troops to the Abyss and reunite with the forces in Youzhou."

King Chongming nodded, satisfaction flickering in his eyes. "Very good, you all made excellent suggestions. Our goal is not war, but to find opportunities for survival and development in this chaos."

"Go down and assemble your forces. Once the news from Youzhou reaches us, you and the other four East Sea teams will head west."

At the meeting place of the Youzhou demon tribe, the Lord of Zebei and the Lord of Chongqiu, after reaching a consensus, began to plan how to gain benefits for the demon tribe in the upcoming chaos.

A tense and solemn atmosphere permeated the Xingchen Sect's main hall. Immortal Yunhua sat at the main seat, his dignified face etched with worry, surrounded by a group of other highly respected elders.

Everyone frowned, whispering among themselves about countermeasures. Immortal Yunhua took a deep breath and spoke in a deep voice, "Elders, the situation is critical, as I'm sure you all know. While the demons may take advantage of the chaos, the greatest threat to us undoubtedly still comes from the ferocious and cunning demons."

He paused, his eyes scanning everyone present, and continued, "Therefore, the top priority is to fully strengthen our defenses against the demons. We must not slack off in the slightest. At the same time, we must remain highly vigilant and closely monitor the demons' every move."

"After all, although the demons are unlikely to rashly start a full-scale war, given their greedy nature, they are very likely to seize the opportunity to plunder our resources."

Hearing this, Elder Xinghe's face lit up with anxiety. He quickly bowed and replied, "Hall Master, you are absolutely right! In my opinion, we should add a rule to the Tianque Covenant. Only by doing so can we ensure that they won't cause us any trouble at this critical moment."

However, Elder Xinghai shook his head slightly and expressed a different opinion: "It's too late for Elder Xinghe to say this now. The demon race will not care about the floating world and will definitely take the opportunity to put forward some conditions this time.

Intercepting the Fushi side would require a large number of troops, but with the Cangwu Secret Realm now open, an abyss where monsters could riot at any time, coupled with the need to ensure basic garrisons along the entire northern line, how many troops can the Immortal Sect mobilize now?"

As soon as Elder Xinghai spoke, the hall fell into a dead silence. After a while, the head of the hall, Yunhua Immortal Venerable, saw that no one spoke again and directly informed everyone of the outcome of the matter.

"The first batch of elite disciples have already headed to the Natural Chasm to intercept the demon vanguard. Half of the Abyss defenders will also set out for the Natural Chasm soon."

"Notify all the major immortal sects and families about the benefits that should be given to the demon clan. The demon clan will not care about other places. They will only do their best to defend the abyss." After hearing this, the elders expressed their opinions one after another, and for a while the hall fell into a heated discussion again.

At the junction of the world of cultivation and the floating world, there is a mysterious rift called the "natural chasm".

This natural barrier, like a vast, unbridgeable chasm, separates the two worlds. Its existence is both a natural miracle and a protective barrier for the world of cultivation.

The environment of the natural chasm is extreme and harsh. The sky here is perpetually covered by thick clouds, from which lightning constantly flashes, illuminating the bottomless chasm below. The edges of the chasm are razor-sharp rocks, eroded by the spatial force emanating from the natural chasm, forming all sorts of bizarre shapes.

The surface of the rock is covered with a faint fluorescence, which is the remnant of spatial power and also a sign of the danger of the natural barrier.

Deep in the chasm, there is endless darkness. The force of space there is extremely violent, enough to tear apart any matter that tries to pass through.

Only the bravest cultivators would, when necessary, use special magic weapons and spells to try to cross this land of death.

On the cultivation side of the natural chasm, a garrison carefully selected by the immortal sects is stationed daily. Their responsibility is to monitor the natural chasm and prevent the invasion of demons.

The defenders built a solid outpost on the edge of the ravine, which was covered with defensive magic arrays, ready to deal with the attacks of the demons at any time.

Now, the peace was broken. Like a black tide surging from hell, the vanguard of the demons suddenly appeared on the other side of the chasm. They were numerous and varied in form, some riding enormous beasts, others wielding weapons that gleamed with black light.

Among the demon clan's vanguard, there are many powerful demon generals whose strength is enough to tear apart space and create passages leading to the other side of the chasm.

The Xianmen garrison sprang into action immediately. Their commander, an elderly cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage, hadn't even assigned a Grandmaster to guard the area due to the natural barrier itself.

Chen Xu's eyes were firm and calm, and he waved the banner in his hand, commanding the defenders to launch a defense. The monks in the defenders quickly took up their battle positions, their magical instruments emitting a dazzling light, countering the demonic attacks.

The battle was extremely fierce. The demon vanguards kept attacking the defenders' defense line, while the defenders relied on sturdy outposts and powerful magic circles to resist stubbornly.

In the sky, the spells and weapons of both sides continuously collided, emitting a deafening roar. As the battle continued, the first batch of elite disciples from the Immortal Sect finally arrived.

"Brothers, hold on! Our reinforcements have arrived!" A young monk among the defenders pointed at several streaks of light passing through the sky with excitement in his eyes.

"It's Immortal Lord Cheng Yan! And Immortal Lord Pei of Hehuan Palace!" Another cultivator gripped his sword tightly, his voice trembling slightly, but more so with excitement and anticipation. Cheng Yan, the eldest sister of this generation of Xuanling Sect disciples, possessed a mutant thunder spirit root. Her figure flashed across the battlefield like a flash of lightning.

Her arrival boosted the morale of the monks in the defending army. "Cheng Xianjun, you are finally here!" A monk in the defending army wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled for the first time in a long time.

Cheng Yan nodded, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes: "We will not let the demons succeed in their conspiracy. We will guard the defense line of the natural moat!"

Pei Youzhi, a cultivator at the Divine Transformation stage with a mutated wind spirit root, was known for his exceptional speed in the world of cultivation. His figure was like a gust of wind, appearing and disappearing, making it impossible for the demon warriors to track him.

"Pei Xianjun, your wind escape technique is becoming more and more superb!" A garrison monk exclaimed in admiration. Pei Youzhi smiled slightly, a cold light flashing in his eyes: "This is just the beginning."

Luo Qinghan, the eldest brother of the Bishui Sect, controlled the ultimate power of his water spirit root. His attacks were gentle and profound, like the waves of the sea, one after another, never ending.

"Lord Luo's water magic is truly reassuring," a garrison monk said with emotion. Luo Qinghan smiled softly, "The flames of the demons will be extinguished in these waves."

Ye Mu, the eldest disciple of Yunhua Immortal Master Xie Qingwen, her star magic allows her to thrive in the night sky.

Her attacks were like falling stars, dazzling and deadly. "Ye Xianjun's star power is the nemesis of the demons!" a defending monk said excitedly. Ye Mu nodded, a hint of calmness flashing in his eyes: "The power of the stars will illuminate our path to victory."

Meanwhile, Wei Chen, the young master of the Wei family, was renowned for his mutated ice spirit roots. His expression was stern, and his eyes shone with a chill that seemed to freeze everything.

"Young Master Wei, your ice magic is a blessing to us!" an ice cultivator from the defending army exclaimed in admiration. Wei Chen sneered, "A thousand miles of ice will be frozen. The flames of the demons will be extinguished on this icy plain."

The elder from the Ji clan who came with Wei Chen was unfathomable in strength. He excelled in wind magic, able to create powerful wind blades on the battlefield to slice through the demonic formations.

"Elder Ji, your Wind Blade Sky Attack is simply invincible!" A wind-type cultivator from the defending army exclaimed in admiration.

Elder Ji smiled slightly, a hint of depth flashed in his eyes: "The wind is a gift from nature, and it is also our sharp sword."

The monks in the defending army had already felt exhausted and hopeless under the fierce attacks of the demons. However, with the arrival of these new generation of strong men and the support of the aristocratic families, hope was rekindled in their hearts.

"Seeing these young strong men, I seem to see the future of the cultivation world." An elderly monk from the defending army sighed, his eyes flashing with anticipation for the future.

"Their arrival is not only a reinforcement of our strength, but also a morale boost." A captain of the defending army said firmly, with a hint of excitement in his voice.

"With their joining, I believe we will be able to withstand the attack of the demons." A young defending monk had a determined light in his eyes. He gripped the sword tightly in his hand, ready to face the next battle.

With the support of these new generation of strong men and aristocratic families, the morale of the defenders was greatly boosted. They began to participate more actively in the battle, and launched a more intense confrontation with the demons.

With the addition of Cheng Yan, Pei Youzhi, Luo Qinghan, Ye Mu, Wei Chen, and Elder Ji, the situation on the battlefield began to change. Their powerful strength made the demon clan's vanguard feel unprecedented pressure.

"The strength of these young people in the Immortal Sect is so powerful!" A demon general said in horror, his eyes full of disbelief.

"We have to wait for the main force to arrive!" another demon general shouted anxiously, a hint of panic in his voice. However, the demon vanguard had been surrounded by the immortal gate's defenders and the new generation of powerful warriors, and they had no way to retreat.

In this battle, the disciples of the immortal sect and the powerful men of the family showed their courage and wisdom. They are not only the main force of the battle, but also the hope for the future of the cultivation world.

Thanks to their efforts, the natural barrier's defenses became stronger, making the demonic attacks increasingly difficult. This battle would become a significant turning point in the history of the cultivation world, marking the rise of a new generation of powerful warriors and heralding a new phase in the battle between the cultivation world and the demonic race.

Cheng Yan stood at the forefront of the battlefield, her eyes as resolute and calm as the cold stars. The longsword in her hand flashed with lightning, and every swing was like Thor's hammer, carrying the force of thunder.

"Come!" Cheng Yan shouted softly, and the long sword in his hand soared into the sky like a dragon, piercing the sky. Suddenly, dark clouds turned black and thunder roared like drums. Lightning bolts of lightning fell from the sky like silver dragons, bombarding the demon formation, exploding into black blood flowers, as if the blood of the devil was blooming.

The demon warriors were horrified to find that their weapons and armor became as fragile as paper under Cheng Yan's lightning. Every attack from Cheng Yan was like a mountain crushing an egg, which made the demon warriors feel deeply terrified.

"Cheng Xianjun's swordsmanship is unparalleled and unrivaled!" the Thunder-Element cultivators in the defending army excitedly discussed. Cheng Yan's lightning was like a sharp sword, not only destroying the demonic defenses but also greatly boosting the morale of the defenders like a gentle spring breeze.

Under the leadership of Cheng Yan, the monks in the defending army were like tigers descending from the mountains, and began to attack the demons more fiercely.

Pei Youzhi was like a gust of wind on the battlefield. His figure was looming, making the demon warriors like blind men touching an elephant, unable to catch his trace at all.

Each of his attacks was like a violent storm, leaving the demons with nowhere to hide and nowhere to defend themselves.

"Wind rise!" Pei Youzhi whispered softly, his body instantly transformed into a whirlwind, sweeping through the demonic camp, leaving behind only ruins and painful wails. Pei Youzhi's wind magic transformed into whirlwinds across the battlefield, dispelling the demonic attacks one by one like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

His wind blade was like a sharp sword, cutting through the demon warriors at a rapid speed.

"Master Pei's wind magic is simply our savior!" The wind-based monks in the defending army discussed excitedly.

Pei Youzhi's magic was like an iron wall, not only protecting the defenders, but also bringing a devastating blow to the demons.

The demon warriors fell like fallen leaves under Pei Youzhi's wind blade.

Luo Qinghan, the disciple of the Bishui Sect who majored in medicine, was like a shining pearl, but like the previous two, he stood resolutely at the forefront of the battlefield.

His face was like a calm lake, his eyes were as deep as a pool, and the staff in his hand was shining with a water-blue light. Every time he waved it, it was as if the sea was roaring, causing huge waves.

"The water waves are not rising." Luo Qinghan murmured softly. He pushed his palm lightly, and waves of water stretched across the front of the demons like an indestructible wall, dissolving their attacks one by one like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

His water magic was like surging ocean waves, crashing against the demonic positions one wave higher than the other. His waterspouts were like ferocious dragons, roaring wantonly on the battlefield and devouring the demonic warriors mercilessly.

"As expected of the next sect leader chosen by Immortal Master Shu Yin, Lord Luo's water magic is simply invincible!" The water cultivators in the defending army whispered to each other excitedly.

Luo Qinghan's magic was like a strong shield, not only protecting the defenders, but also like a sharp sword, causing fatal wounds to the demons.

The demon warriors fell like dead branches and leaves under Luo Qinghan's water tornado.

Ye Mu stood firm at the front line of the battlefield, like a towering mountain. Her eyes were as calm and sharp as the cold stars. The staff in her hand shone with starlight, and every time she swung it, it was as if the stars were falling, carrying the power to destroy the world.

"The stars are falling." Ye Mu chanted in a low voice, and the staff in his hand pointed to the sky like a magic wand guiding the stars. Suddenly, the stars fell like burning meteors and smashed heavily into the demon clan's position.

Like a brilliant meteor shower, it streaked across the pitch-black night sky, illuminating the entire battlefield. Her star power was the dawn's breaking light, not only destroying the demonic defenses but also boosting the defenders' morale like a spring breeze.