I cultivate the Chaos Technique

The sky hung low, heavy with dark clouds, a somber atmosphere enveloping the Cloud Sky Treasure Ship. The Three Elements Spirit Shield Array was shattered, its protective light completely dissipated, and the protective barrier around the ship had long lost its last line of defense. Two Bloodwing Demon Vultures, at the mid-stage of Transformation, circled high in the sky, their eyes filled with contempt and cruelty, like raptors surveying their prey, as they slowly swooped down.

Qiu Zhenhai, Fang Qingyue, and Luo Yunxiao stood on the deck, backs straight. Although their spiritual energy was almost exhausted and their breath was weak, the three refused to retreat. They knew that if they couldn't defeat the two demon kings today, death awaited them. However, reinforcements were nowhere to be seen, leaving them isolated and helpless.

Qiu Zhenhai took a deep breath, his gaze sharp as a knife, fixed on the Bloodwinged Vulture, its ferocity palpable in the distance. As the branch president of the Yunzhou Chamber of Commerce, he had to shoulder his final responsibility. Even if reinforcements arrived late, he could not allow these demonic beasts to trample on the Chamber's dignity. He slowly raised his hand, his last vestiges of spiritual energy dried up like a dry well, yet an indomitable flame still burned in his resolute eyes.

"Zhenhai, if this continues, we'll only face certain death!" Fang Qingyue struggled to his feet, the Thunder Spear in his hand dimming, clearly nearing the point of exhaustion. His voice was low and hoarse, carrying a hint of helplessness and resentment.

"The reinforcements haven't arrived yet, the three of us must fight to the last moment." Qiu Zhenhai said through gritted teeth, his eyes cold and resolute. Although his spiritual power was exhausted, he was still doing his best to support his determined will.

Luo Yunxiao gripped his spirit sword tightly, a hint of struggle etched on his calm face. He knew the three of them were at their last gasp, but the faith of the merchant guild and the dignity of a Nascent Soul cultivator prevented him from backing down. He whispered, "Even if we die, we cannot let these two demonic beasts run rampant."

Before the words were even finished, the Bloodwing Vulture let out a low roar, its wings flapping violently, unleashing a dense wave of demonic energy. This demonic energy transformed into a blood-red blade, slashing directly at the three of them. The blood-red blade carried an astonishing pressure, as if it would tear them to shreds.

"Fight to the death!" Qiu Zhenhai roared, his remaining spiritual energy surging forth and transforming into azure flames that enveloped his entire body. He thrust his palms forward, forming Azure Flame Palms, and fiercely met the demonic blade. At the same time, Fang Qingyue poured his last bit of spiritual energy into the Thunder Spear, lightning crackling around its shaft, emitting a blinding light, like a thunder dragon, colliding with the blood-red demonic blade. Luo Yunxiao was not to be outdone, his spiritual sword condensing into a wind blade, slashing through the air towards the demon king's vitals.

"boom--!"

Two powerful energies collided in mid-air, unleashing a deafening roar. Auras and demonic energy surged forth, and shockwaves swept across the deck like a whirlwind, cracking it and causing the ship to shake violently. The three were simultaneously thrown back, crashing heavily onto the deck, spitting blood and turning deathly pale.

“In this way… we are powerless to shake them…” Fang Qingyue smiled bitterly. The light of the Thunder Spear had completely dimmed, the magical weapon was on the verge of collapse, and even he himself was powerless to fight anymore.

Qiu Zhenhai struggled to his feet, his spiritual energy nearly depleted, and the power of his Azure Flame Palm greatly diminished. He knew he was no match for the Demon King if things continued this way, but he still stood resolutely before him. He took a deep breath, raised his hand to grasp a distress talisman, crushed it, and looked up at the sky with fading hope.

"How long will it take for the reinforcements from the Yunzhou Chamber of Commerce to arrive?" he muttered to himself, his tone filled with helplessness and resentment.

Just then, the Bloodwinged Vulture swooped down again, its wings spread wide, its massive form like the Grim Reaper descending, terrifying demonic energy gathering on its claws, and it slashed down fiercely at the three of them. The demonic energy carried an oppressive force, enveloping them, leaving them with no way to escape.

"I can't just sit here and wait to die!" Qiu Zhenhai roared, using the last bit of his spiritual power to transform his entire body into a streak of azure flame, rushing towards the Demon King like a shooting star. He knew in his heart that he was already exhausted, and this attack might be his last struggle, but he would never allow himself to back down.

Seeing this, Fang Qingyue and Luo Yunxiao gritted their teeth, forcibly mobilizing their spiritual power and injecting it into their magical artifacts, desperately counterattacking the Demon King. The Thunder Spear unleashed its last burst of lightning, and the spiritual sword drew a dazzling wind blade in the air. However, these attacks seemed utterly powerless before the Demon King, like faint fireflies unable to shake the darkness.

"boom!"

The demon king's claws carried destructive power, directly shattering the three's attacks and sending them flying. The cultivators on the deck watched in horror as they were smashed to pieces, blood gushing from their mouths, their breaths extremely weak.

"I'm not reconciled... I'm not reconciled!" Fang Qingyue clutched his chest, blood seeping from between his fingers. His eyes were filled with anger and resentment, but his body could no longer support him, and he swayed precariously.

Luo Yunxiao's calm demeanor crumbled, a hint of despair flashing in his eyes. He knew the three were no longer able to fight, and with reinforcements nowhere to be seen, today was likely their day of reckoning. He looked up at the sky, silently praying that reinforcements would arrive in time, even if it was just to bring back their remains, so that they wouldn't die so quietly.

The Bloodwing Vulture let out a roar, its eyes gleaming with even greater ferocity. It had clearly had enough fun and now saw the three as prey about to fall into its claws. The vulture raised its talons once more, bringing with it the power to tear through space, and slammed them down upon the three.

Qiu Zhenhai struggled to raise his head, a resolute glint in his eyes. He was powerless to resist, but he refused to yield in this situation. He took a deep breath, gathering his last wisp of spiritual energy in his palm—a weak but precious act of dignity.

"The cultivators of the Yunzhou Chamber of Commerce... will never yield!" he roared, exerting all his strength to push the azure flame in his hand toward the Demon King. However, this flame seemed so insignificant in front of the Demon King, and was almost instantly crushed into nothingness by the demonic energy.

Just as the claws were about to strike, Qiu Zhenhai closed his eyes, awaiting death. His heart was filled with resentment and anger, but he was powerless to change the outcome before him.

However, at that moment, a low rumble suddenly echoed in the sky, as if faint thunder was reverberating in the distance. Qiu Zhenhai opened his eyes and looked blankly at the sky. Although the sound was distant and weak, at this critical moment between life and death, it was like a glimmer of hope that pierced the darkness in his heart.

"Reinforcements... Could it be that reinforcements are really coming?" he murmured to himself, a faint glimmer of hope burning in his eyes.

But this glimmer of hope was fleeting. The demon kings seemed to have also sensed the commotion in the distance, a cold glint flashing in their eyes. Their claws slashed down at the three with even greater ferocity, as if they wanted to eliminate them completely before reinforcements arrived.

Qiu Zhenhai and his two companions were powerless to resist and were knocked heavily onto the deck, blood gushing from their mouths and their bodies covered in wounds. Yet their eyes remained resolute; despite the threat of death, they refused to yield.

"The cultivators of the Yunzhou Chamber of Commerce... will never yield!" Qiu Zhenhai roared, his last bit of determination and dignity transforming into a faint yet firm vow, etched into the air.