Chapter 1143 – Fighting the Demon Commander (1/2)
Chapter 1143 – Fighting the Demon Commander
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
At the summit of Mount Nuorilang…
The Demon Commander sat in the coiled horns of the Mountain-toppling Fiend, her eyes closed as if she was asleep.
Other than rusted green copper, the chinks in her armor also played host to frosty white.
She had already brought her Qi to its peak condition. Even the mountain was expressing its servitude.
She naturally wasn't sleeping. She was listening to the battlefield.
She heard the sword of Mount Li, the sleeve of the Li Palace, and the slender fingers of South Stream Temple, but none of this moved her.
Then, she heard the sound of a blade leaving its sheath and instantly opened her eyes.
”He's actually so confident?”
Many years ago, not far outside Xuelao City, Black Robe had organized a lethal trap against Su Li.
At the crucial moment, Chen Changsheng had come out from the Garden of Zhou, sending the Yellow Paper Umbrella into Su Li's hands.
Su Li had gripped the hilt and a Demon General several dozen li away was heavily injured.
Su Li had pulled the sword half out of its sheath and Black Robe was forced to retreat.
Wang Po today had some of Su Li's style from back then, even though he had not directly attacked yet.
But the Demon Commander was still perplexed, as the demon who had died just now was an expert of the Divine Domain. Wang Po had probably consumed no small amount of energy to pull off this feat. Was he not worried that this might affect his battle with her?
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There was a tear on his front lapel, causing it to flutter in the wind. It made walking inconvenient, so a blade intent cut it away, letting it float like a tailless kite into the distance.
Wang Po recalled Xiao Zhang and he thought to himself, I wonder where that awful-tempered fellow is right now. I can only hope that he didn't go to Xuelao City alone.
He turned to look at the other side of the plains.
Another battle was taking place there.
The Mount Li Sect Master waved his sleeve and said, ”I'm fine here.”
Although he was ten-some li away, his voice was so clear that it seemed like he was standing in front of Wang Po.
Wang Po nodded and continued forward.
The Third and Eighth Demon Generals abruptly put away their weapons and retreated some distance.
Three pitch-black demon artifacts exuded a frigid aura. They flew in the sky over them, observing their surroundings.
The Mount Li Sect Master froze for a moment, his white brows rising. He chose to retreat a distance as well.
At the same time, the human cavalry and the wolf cavalry retreated to their respective sides.
Two giant wolves too agitated by the scent of blood were unwilling to listen to orders, so their riders ended up swiftly beheading them.
A path several li wide appeared in the center of the plains.
It stretched from the plains to the summit of Mount Nuorilang.
This path was absolutely empty, absolutely quiet.
The battle elsewhere continued.
The silence seemed particularly bizarre.
The Demon Commander had opened her eyes, indicating that she was ready.
Wang Po's blade was already ready to fully be unsheathed.
Now that the battle had reached this point, it could no longer be stopped, no longer be disturbed.
The Demon Commander was the strongest of all the demons, a matter publicly acknowledged across the entirety of the demon domain.
In terms of seniority, Wang Po could not compare himself to the other experts of the Divine Domain, yet he was unquestionably the commanding general of the Human race.
The battle between the two of them was, in some ways, a symbol of the war between the humans and demons.
It was only right that this battle be given all respect.
This also meant that neither side was allowed to lose.
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Wang Po gazed at the mountain several dozen li away.
Mount Nuorilang was black, but it now had a head of white.
In a short time, the summit had been blanketed in a thick mantle of snow.
This was the manifestation of the Demon Commander's will to fight, cold and extremely arrogant.
Wang Po had left a trail of footprints behind him in the plains.
That was his path.
Just like the path of his blade, it was absolutely straight.
Wang Po disappeared.
When he next appeared, he was ten-some li away, in the air.
The Demon Commander did not wait at the peak for him.
The Mountain-toppling Fiend, several dozen zhang tall, let out a roar of pain.
Its nose spurted out warm mists while its feet crushed out a spider web of cracks on the mountain top.
The snow flurried into the air.