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第三千八百三十一章 猫戏老鼠

Dark clouds churned, and within them vaguely appeared the forms of demon warriors—some with three heads and six arms, others with a thousand eyes and red feet. Their appearances were grotesque to an extreme.

On one side, the cacophony grew louder as the demonified bird creatures had completely surrounded their opponents.

The enemy was strong while they were weak!

The situation was undoubtedly dire.

A look of worry flashed across the face of the leading elder, but it quickly vanished into nothingness. As the head of the family, if he showed fear and cowardice, the Su徒家's legacy would truly end here.

No matter what, they had to fight their way out at all costs.

Even if he fell, he must ensure that a few promising young members of his clan could escape.

He exchanged glances with the other two elders. They understood each other’s intentions.

"Attack!"

With a loud shout from the leading elder, his two precious items were thrown forward.

Like meteors, they slashed through the dark clouds ahead.

The other two elders did not hesitate either. Their flying swords and dragon-headed canes moved swiftly.

Seeing the three clan elders engage, the remaining disciples, despite their anxiety, could not remain idle. They gritted their teeth and fought with all their might to attack their opponents.

The scene was momentarily grand in its intensity.

"Gag, gag, really don't know when to die!"

A strange laughter echoed from within the dark clouds, followed by a loud demonic sound. Strange black rays burst forth.

Closer inspection revealed that these were various bizarre and unusual treasures.

Wrapped in dark demon energy, they clashed with the法宝s of the human cultivators.

Boom!

The air was filled with explosions as primordial energy surged out. The sky grew even darker.

"Kwa!"

The demonified bird creatures also did not idle. They spat out waves of demon energy from their mouths and joined the attack.

...

"Ahh!"

Cries of pain echoed. In just a few moments, the human cultivators showed signs of defeat, with several unfortunate souls falling.

This was not surprising; the strength of these extraterrestrial demons far surpassed ordinary cultivators, especially now that they were in greater numbers and had the assistance of demon birds.

The battle itself held no suspense from the start.

The key lay in whether they could break through and how many could escape.

Sacrifices were inevitable. But it was worth it if it ensured the continuation of their clan’s legacy.

After a moment, the continuous explosions still echoed. Suddenly, a desperate and angry cry emerged: "Dust... no..."

It was the leading elder—also Su徒尘's grandfather—who cried out in despair. His voice contained boundless sorrow and anger.

Just moments ago, Su徒尘 had been beheaded before his eyes, with even his essence soul failing to escape.

Not only was Dust his grandson, but he was also one of the most promising young members of the clan. Without the demon calamity, he might have led the Su徒家 into a new realm.

But now, everything was lost.

All ambitions and hopes had turned to mirages in an instant.

Living or dying mattered not; watching his grandson fall before him while unable to protect him, as the clan’s prodigy perished, and as the family head could only stand by helplessly—what use was life?

Frustration and despair were evident on their faces. The enemy seemed to have the upper hand, clearly enjoying this game.

Could it be that Su徒家 would truly perish here in this calamity?

Their hearts ached, but it mattered not; in the end, strength spoke louder than anything else in cultivation.

As the situation grew more perilous and despair spread among the cultivators, an unexpected sound filled their ears: "Boom!"

Then, an unbelievable scene unfolded.

The previously dark sky suddenly brightened. The light was blinding, akin to a sun blazing overhead.

This strange spectacle alarmed both parties. Domain demons and Su徒家’s cultivators alike were stunned as they looked up.

The anomaly did not disappear.

After the light faded, it quickly turned pitch black again, with no visibility in any direction.

Silence reigned around them.

Then, the light flickered back on.

This cycle repeated three times.

Moreover, the surrounding primordial energy became bizarre. It seemed to be responding to some call, converging from all directions—gold, wood, water, fire, and earth—all rushing towards this point.

Such an anomaly had never been seen by any cultivator or demon before. In shock, they no longer cared about fighting.

Regardless of their cultivation levels, a warning flashed in their minds, urging the cultivators to leave quickly.

However, over time, none did so.

They could not; some unseen force bound them, rendering them immobile. Escape was out of the question.

They could only wait passively.

Despite knowing this wasn't a better choice, they were helpless before that mysterious power.

Too weak, both cultivators and demons felt like ants in comparison at that moment.

Time seemed to move slowly during such moments.

After an indeterminate amount of time, the sky suddenly turned black and white, with these colors continuously flowing.

From afar, it resembled a Taiji symbol.

Then, "Sizzle" sounded. At the intersection of black and white, something inexplicably split apart.

Electric sparks flew!

A crack formed, expanding outward in all directions until it became a half-circle.

"It's an interface channel... no, it should be a spatial vortex. Who crossed over?"

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