The Other Party Quit

When the ten demon ancestors of the Heavenly Demon Sect took the field, the atmosphere within the entire sealed space suddenly became cold and tyrannical.

The environment and rules of the Demon Realm had forged the innate combat talent of demon cultivators.

Furthermore, more than half of these ten demon cultivator disciples had mastered the power of rules.

Mu Qinghe charged at the very front.

His fighting style completely dumbfounded the three Immortal Kings—no dodging, no evading, no defending, only attacking.

When an opponent's sword pierced his left shoulder, he left a deeper saber gash on the opponent's chest.

When an opponent's fist broke two of his ribs, he returned a much heavier knee strike to the opponent's face.

Trading injury for injury, this was Mu Qinghe's combat logic.

He was not afraid of getting hurt, nor was he afraid of death.

Because his ultimate death-substitution ability allowed him to instantly consume the tiny demonic beasts he had released around the battlefield in advance upon his death. At the cost of their lives taking his place in death, he would respawn at his original position.

The figure of the ninth disciple, Chu Jing, dispersed, and the surroundings were instantly shrouded by countless mirrors.

The smooth mirrors reflected everything in the battlefield, and then those reflections began to twist and replicate, staging a battle within the mirror world that synchronized with the real battlefield.

But the mirror world was not just synchronizing; it was reflecting.

The sword qi of the two dark-red robed Immortal Kings slashed at the mirrors, and in the next moment, identical sword qi reflected out from the mirrors, slashing toward their original masters.

The fist force of the Heavenly Guard slammed into the mirror, and in the next moment, a fist force of equal power blasted out from the mirror, smashing into the Heavenly Guard's own chest.

As long as Chu Jing had enough demonic qi, he could maintain this state indefinitely.

Gu Shenghua stood at the very back of the battle circle, gently raising his hands.

The virtual ground seemed to turn into real soil, and countless pale bones broke out from underground.

Those bones included human bones and beast bones of various shapes and lengths. After drilling out of the ground, they converged into a massive wave of bones under the traction of Gu Shenghua's spiritual energy.

Xie Yunjie stood beside Gu Shenghua, raising the brush in his right hand to unfurl a vast ocean of black ink in the air.

After comprehending some of the fierce beasts from the Classic of Mountains and Seas given by his master Gu Changyuan, Xie Yunjie's strength had greatly increased.

He was equally able to summon terrifying ancient fierce beasts to fight through the power of the ink ocean. The fierce beasts roared, possessing formidable combat power.

The demonic sword in Huo Guhong's hand carved dark red sword marks in the void. The sword marks lingered, leaving burning, dark red spatial rifts in the air.

With every swing of his sword, those rifts continuously expanded, intertwined, and overlapped, forming a cage woven from spatial rifts around the three Immortal Kings, shrinking smaller and tighter.

The fifth disciple Yin Wugou and the relatively weaker sixth disciple Hanshuang did not join the battle of this group.

As a member of the Curse Nightmare Clan, Yin Wugou was best at casting hexes, spells, and curses. Those highly destructive curses required a long time to brew and prepare, making them unsuitable for this kind of fast-paced frontal battlefield.

The two of them were assigned to the final group—teamed up with Mo Yingluo, Mo Yingyue, and Nine Faces.

The moment Nine Faces entered the battle, the white mask on his face turned into a red ghost mask, and the character for Wrath emerged on the mask's forehead.

His figure surged several times in size at this moment. The black broadsword in his hand ignited with dark red ghost fire, and as the broadsword swung, the ghost fire left burning trails in the air.

The sisters Mo Yingluo and Mo Yingyue still cooperated tacitly, with Mo Yingluo constantly creating space for Mo Yingyue's attacks.

Mo Yingyue instantly established a pain resonance with the three opponents, so even if she was injured in battle, she could cause a backlash upon them.

After being injured, the blood of both sides could also be used by her, transforming into blood spikes to attack the enemy.

The three Immortal Kings gradually reached their limits in the continuous relay battles.

The injuries on their bodies multiplied, and their mental exhaustion grew heavier.

Yet, there was a bizarre power supporting them—their injuries healed inexplicably fast, and their spiritual energy recovered inexplicably fast as well.

Even their battle intent, which was on the verge of collapse several times, would be propped up by an invisible force, making them feel like they could continue fighting.

That feeling was like a donkey tied to a millstone, always feeling that the next handful of fodder was just one step ahead.

Thus, they never gave up, always moved forward, and could never reach the end.

Finally, that rope snapped.

It wasn't broken by force, but washed away by the accumulated emotions of frustration, anger, and unwillingness.

The defense line that had supported the three of them for several hours finally collapsed.

The three instantly abandoned the fight, quickly gathered together, and unhesitatingly sacrificed their Immortal King essence blood.

As the essence blood burned, majestic spiritual energy instantly erupted, and a complex formation array rapidly condensed to connect the three of them.

The power of the array instantly knocked Mo Yingluo and the others back fiercely, buying them a moment to catch their breath.

Gu Changyuan watched as the opponents threw in the towel, his face showing little emotion.

Since their use as tools was gone, it was time to capture them into the God-Binding Coffin.

He raised his right hand and squeezed forcefully toward the three people striving to condense the array above.

The spiritual energy above Muyun City was once again drained empty in this instant.

The spiritual energy from inside and outside the sealed space surged from all directions into Gu Changyuan's palm, compressing, condensing, and ultimately turning into an invisible force that ruthlessly crushed toward that forming essence blood array pattern.

The frantically operating array pattern couldn't hold on for even a single breath in the face of this power. The dark gold array pattern began to shatter from the center, cracks spreading in all directions, and the fragments of the array pattern drifted, dimmed, and vanished in the air.

As for why he didn't wait for the opponent to condense and display the array so he could learn it before destroying it, like last time?

Firstly, he was afraid it would be another boring array like last time, which would waste time.

Secondly, the ones who came this time were not ordinary Immortal Kings, but Royal Court Heavenly Guards.

The items carried by the Heavenly Guards definitely contained the complete inheritance of this array, so he could just take it directly to use, without waiting for them to slowly demonstrate it.

The vast majority of the Royal Court's operations today were executed by the Heavenly Guards. The planning of lower realm missions, the collection and transmission of intelligence, the passing down of Royal Court secret arts, and so on, were all handled by the Heavenly Guards.

What they knew was far more than those four ordinary Immortal Kings.

Shattered. The essence blood array pattern shattered.

The three watched the shattered array fragments drift in the void. Their expressions turned from anger to despair, and then from despair into a hollow numbness.

With a wave of Gu Changyuan's right hand, the God-Binding Coffin flew out from the space beside him, enlarged, took in the three Immortal Kings, and then shrank back down, returning to Gu Changyuan's hand.

Having done all this, Gu Changyuan removed the surrounding spatial seal and rested his gaze on his thirty-three disciples.

Right now, their faces still showed a look of longing for more action.

Gu Changyuan smiled and said:

Alright, regarding today's battle, you all shall comprehend it on your own after returning. For the areas that can be optimized and improved, you must mostly rely on yourselves to find them so that you can correct them better.

"The time for us to depart for the Upper Realm is drawing near. When that time comes, the immortal cultivators we face will no longer be those suppressed by the laws of the Heavenly Dao. Therefore, you may relax, but you must not let your guard down entirely."

"Understood!"

The disciples rose to their feet and responded in unison.

Gu Changyuan gave a faint nod. With a sweeping wave of his right hand, he sent all thirty-three disciples back to the three lands.

Then, shifting his gaze to the God-Binding Coffin in his hand, he transformed into a streak of flowing light and flew inside it.