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第三千八百五十五章 如今的鼐龙界

Meanwhile, in the Nailong Realm.

The Spirit World was vast and expansive, with hundreds of different realms of varying sizes. Nailong Realm ranked among the top few in terms of resources, area, population, spirit energy concentration, and overall power within the cultivation world.

It was only slightly inferior to realms like Yutong and Guanghan.

There were many powerful cultivators here, and the True Immortal Nailong was renowned throughout the Three Realms as a顶级强者 (top-grade powerhouse). Even compared to Loose Immortals and Demon Kings, he wouldn't be at a disadvantage. It could even be said that they were on par.

However, since the域外天魔 (Exterior World Demons) invaded ten years ago, Nailong Realm was not exempt from their attention either. Numerous demons descended upon this realm, leading to continuous conflicts and struggles with the cultivators and beast races here.

...

Nailong Realm's power was undoubtedly strong. But precisely because of this reason, the Exterior World Demons paid much attention to it. The number and quality of demons that descended on this realm far exceeded those in ordinary realms.

Thus, Nailong Realm also bore a great deal of pressure. While not completely沦陷 (fallen), many regions were occupied by Exterior World Demons.

The entire Nailong Realm was fragmented into countless pieces, with numerous sects and cultivation families destroyed. The remaining cultivators stood against the demons, their territories interlocking like jagged teeth.

...

As the sky darkened, it was a vast wilderness. Scanning the horizon, one could see only sparse low shrubs; few green plants were visible. The spirit energy was thin here, making this place indeed uninhabited.

Yet, several dim streaks of light patrolled across the wilderness. These streaks of light were faint and emitted barely perceptible fluctuations of spirit energy, indicating that the cultivators within did not want to be discovered.

Suddenly, a massive streak of light appeared on the horizon.

That streak of light was also gray but much larger than ordinary ones, making it more noticeable. This scale suggested that it wasn't a flying treasure piloted by a cultivator but rather some specialized vehicle for travel.

The patrol cultivators hurriedly approached. Soon, they met and their streaks of light disappeared. On one side were seven or eight black-robed cultivators led by an old man with a withered appearance; he was at the late-stage condensation core stage.

On the other side was a flying boat-shaped treasure, over a hundred feet long, with cabins lining its sides. A barefoot giant stood on the bow, his face extremely fierce.

"Ah, it's Senior Brother Meng."

The old man sighed in relief upon recognizing the cultivator at the helm but also showed a hint of reproach: "Why did you come here in this scaled boat? Although it has some concealment effects, its size makes it easier to be detected compared to our streaks. We've only just found a place to hide; if we're exposed, it will be regrettable..."

"Brother Senior thinks I wanted to use the scaled boat?"

The barefoot giant's face showed a hint of bitterness: "We've finally discovered a place where we can rest. The Sect Master ordered me to bring low-grade cultivators from within the sect here. Although our sect is weak, it has thousands of disciples. Without using this treasure, moving them bit by bit would take who knows how long, and frequent travel might make us more easily detected..."

"Indeed..."

The old man was still unsatisfied but could not argue further.

"Alright, Elder Brother Ma, let's stop talking. I've been extremely cautious; we haven't truly exposed ourselves. You can rest assured."

However, before he finished speaking, the sky suddenly darkened significantly.

Both turned to look, and a black cloud slowly drifted in from far off on the horizon.

Inky black, with terrifying demonic energy brewing within.

Exterior World Demons!

The opponents had followed them here.

Upon realizing this, all cultivators' faces turned grim.

"You said you hadn't exposed yourselves; what's going on?" The old man's voice was filled with anger and frustration.

"I don't know. These Exterior World Demons are too cunning. They must have discovered the scaled boat long ago but deliberately didn't reveal it, quietly following us here," the barefoot giant also exploded in rage: "Forget blaming me; what matters now is how to resist these Exterior World Demons."

"Resist? Senior Brother Meng, do you really think we can hold them off with our strength? There are at least several元婴级别的天魔 (core-stage demons) inside that cloud. Do you believe we have a chance?" The old man's voice was cold.

"What then? Sit and wait to die?"

"Sit and wait to die? Do you think those Exterior World Demons will spare us?" The old man's expression was grave: "Given the situation, the only way out is for everyone to escape. Otherwise, facing these Exterior World Demons means certain death."

...

The barefoot giant hesitated.

If they escaped alone, there might be a chance of survival; but those low-grade disciples would surely perish.

But this thought flashed by quickly. In such circumstances, he was already struggling to save himself and couldn't worry about others.

With a determined look, he wanted to use the御风术 (wind manipulation technique). But just then, something unexpected happened. A massive vortex appeared above the cloud without any warning, emitting an astonishing suction force.

Instantly, cries of alarm echoed as many demons were sucked into the vortex.

The remaining ones were both terrified and angry, led by several demon leaders, launching a desperate attack.

All sorts of treasures and secret techniques rained down on the vortex. But such actions seemed to be provoking bees.

The space vortex was deep like an ocean, releasing terrifying法则之力 (lawful power).

"Bad luck! Run!"

Leading the Exterior World Demons was a creature with eyes all over its body. He first noticed something amiss but it was too late; could these low-grade demons withstand such powerful rule?

With a deafening roar, this place turned into a stormy sea. Within a few miles, all demons affected by the wave were destroyed without mercy.

They disintegrated like withered leaves in an autumn wind!

The entire process seemed complex but took only an instant. From afar, even the old man and the barefoot giant stared in shock.

This change came too quickly. Just a moment ago, they thought their fate was sealed, yet now, the Exterior World Demons had been completely wiped out. Was this some manifestation of a True Immortal?

They looked nervously at the vortex that hadn't disappeared yet, still filled with trepidation. Did its destruction mean there were no more dangers for them?

(Youth Lion Book Alliance.)

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