Chapter 1141 – The Heaven Shrouding Sword (2/2)
At this crucial moment, there was no need to hold anything back.
The human experts finally struck.
Sacred Light, white and searing, illuminated the gloomy world, tearing open those cottony clouds and revealing a corner of the blue sky.
Mao Qiuyu and Daoist nun Huai Ren walked out from the Central Army Camp. With a sweep of their sleeves, they slew ten-some demon experts.
No one was astonished.
Even these demon experts who had been essentially sent to their deaths had long expected this end.
How could the most important Central Army Camp not have experts of the Divine Domain standing sentinel?
The demons had already foreseen this, so they had naturally made the appropriate arrangements.
The sky suddenly dimmed.
The blue sky disappeared while a black and damaged chessboard moved in and out of the faint clouds.
At the base of Mount Nuorilang, a black path manifested over the deserted plains.
The edges of this path were quite ragged, tattered like a randomly torn piece of paper.
This was actually a rather appropriate description, because this was a path torn out from space by the Demon race's terrifying great array.
Several Demon Generals and several thousand wolf cavalry charged from a valley several hundred li away toward the Central Army Camp.
As the clouds thickened, they obscured the sunlight, seeming to bring the night down early. Two massive figures loomed within them.
One was presumably a member of the Council of Elders, the other a duke of Xuelao City.
Mao Qiuyu and Huai Ren appeared unaffected, their expressions remaining very calm.
Since the demons were able to foresee their presence, they were naturally able to imagine that the demons had made the appropriate arrangements.
Late last night, they had seen through the Fated Star Plate the possibility of that path appearing.
Up to now, nothing new had happened, nothing exceeding their expectations.
Suddenly, Huai Ren's eyes turned grave.
Mao Qiuyu's sleeves began to move despite the lack of wind.
A massive black silhouette suddenly appeared at the peak of Mount Nuorilang.
Unlike the Demon Generals and the wolf cavalry, the black silhouette had not used the path leading to the valley. It had just suddenly appeared on the summit.
The world grew even gloomier, but quite a few of the clouds in front of the peak were blown away, revealing the true appearance of that giant figure.
It was an extremely rare monster from a primordial era, the Mountain-toppling Fiend. It had a long mouth and coiled horns, making it seem utterly demonic. It was around forty-some zhang tall.
A thin and short demon, shorter even than a human child, sat in the coiled horns of the Mountain-toppling Fiend. It was dressed in armor, the helmet engraved with golden threads that formed a complicated design. Dark green objects were embedded in the armor. Some of them were green jewels, but others were copper rusted by time.
A Qi of unimaginable terror oozed out from the chinks in the armor, but it was still far inferior to the cruelty and evil in this demon's gaze.
When this demon appeared on the peak, the world for hundreds of li around it fell silent for a moment.
Because she was the Demon Commander.
After this briefest of silences came shrill howls and cries of bloodlust.
Several thousand wolf cavalry almost madly charged to the Central Army Camp.
Because the Demon Commander had arrived.
It was obvious that if the Central Army Camp was to be defended, the prerequisite was to defeat, or at least block, the Demon Commander.
When the old Demon Lord was still alive, she was the unquestionable second strongest of the snowy plains.
Now that the old Demon Lord was dead, could she not be called the strongest demon?
No one knew the answer, because Mountain Man Yanzhi had been in seclusion, because Black Robe had never fully showed her strength, even today.
But there was one thing that was certain.
The Demon Commander was not an ordinary expert of the Divine Domain.
If Chen Changsheng were here, he might have recalled that when Su Li was lying in the hot springs, he had once described the Demon Commander as a mutant.
If even Su Li regarded her as a mutant, one could imagine just how cruel and powerful the Demon Commander was.
Mao Qiuyu was well aware that he was no match for the Demon Commander, and Huai Ren had been a Divine Domain cultivator for an even shorter time, so who could stop her?
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A sword glow came from the south.
This sword glow was chilling and clear. It was like actual water.
This sword glow washed away the haze in the sky, drowned the howls on the plains. It seemed unhurried, but it slashed with hidden killing intent at the peak.
A plume of black smoke suddenly rose from the charging wolf cavalry. The Eighth Demon General flew through the sky, treasure in hand as he hurtled toward the sword glow.
The sword glow was like a reflection in the water. It trembled for a moment before circling around.
There was a swish as a clear sword slash appeared on the Eighth Demon General's armor, fire pouring out from within.
This unbearable pain caused even this Demon General famed for his endurance to howl in fury.
As the angry howl resonated over the plains, yet another plume of black smoke rose from the wolf cavalry, its momentum comparable to the first. Demonic Qi surged into the sky, finally managing to hold off the sword glow.
The occasional flash from the sword glow illuminated the black smoke while the rending of metal sporadically came from within.
The Third Demon General had finally succeeded in blocking the sword glow. His helmet was covered in slashes and a small part of his horn had been cut off, blood bubbling forth from the wound.
One sword glow had unexpectedly required two high-class Demon Generals to block it, and they had been left in terrible condition, both of them suffering injury.
It was different from Su Li's sharpness and freedom, and it also was not Chen Changsheng's straightness and determination.
This sword was calmer, gentler, but it was not lacking in sharpness. It left behind no traces, unfathomable and exquisite to the extreme.
There was a tent to the side of the camp used to store miscellany.
An old Daoist walked out from this tent.
His right hand held a sword while his left gripped a sheath. Neither the way in which he walked nor the way he gripped the sword could be described as beautiful, and they certainly couldn't be described as unearthly. But a perceptive person could see that his sword was an extraordinary object. It seemed to have been washed in autumn waters for three thousand years, so bright that it was impossible to look at directly. It desired to shroud the world before everyone's eyes, including the heavens and earth.
Was this the legendary Heaven Shrouding Sword?
And was this ordinary old Daoist the Sect Master of the Mount Li Sword Sect?
The officers and soldiers were flabbergasted as they gradually began to yield the path.
Mao Qiuyu and Huai Ren slightly bent at the waist in a bow.
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1. In Tibetan, Nuorilang means 'grand and magnificent'. In China, it is used as the name for two geographic features within the Chinese National Park of Jiuzhaigou, the Nuorilang Waterfall and the Nuorilang Lakes.