Chapter 1068
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Chapter 1068 The Last Demon
The Purifying Altar Envoy looked back and saw that the distant mist was less than two or three kilometers away from engulfing the cluster of yurts gathered in the distance.
“Go! Save the people first!”
Without another word, the Purifying Altar Envoy grabbed the Golden Arhat beside him and rushed quickly toward the yurt settlement.
When the two arrived at the yurt settlement, the rolling mist had already swallowed more than half of the yurts. Sandy transformed into a rainbow light, rapidly moving among the remaining yurts to rescue the people. The Purifying Altar Envoy stood before the rolling mist, his eyes revealing a struggle.
Ordinary people who hadn’t cultivated would only survive twenty breaths after falling into the mist…
There should still be many people alive in this mist, and he didn’t have much time left.
The Purifying Altar Envoy gritted his teeth, steeled his heart, and plunged directly into the rolling mist.
The deathly mist rapidly consumed the faint Buddhist light around his body. In just three breaths, his divine power foundation began to loosen, and his face turned extremely grim.
Indeed, as the three Golden Immortals had said, this mist had a natural suppressing effect on divine power. If this continued, his fall from divine realm would be a matter of moments.
Enduring the intense pain, he sniffed the air, rushed into a yurt, rescued two dying herdsmen, and used his miraculous method to send them outside the mist. Then he rushed toward the next yurt.
Just then, as if sensing something, his body suddenly shuddered.
In the rolling mist around him, several enormous and bizarre beasts were rapidly approaching.
The Buddhist light around his body had grown extremely weak, his divine power fluctuated intermittently, and even using miraculous methods had become difficult. He repeatedly tried to send people out of the mist, but all attempts ended in failure.
“To hell with being the Purifying Altar Envoy! In this mist, it’s completely useless!”
He growled, and his earlier idea surged into his mind. With determination flashing in his eyes, he suddenly raised his right hand and struck his own crown!
Bang——!
A muffled sound came from his throat as the faint Buddhist light around him collapsed automatically. His realm shattered from the divine level, dropping directly to the peak of the “Klein” realm.
Simultaneously, a demonic wind howled out from within his body. His form rapidly expanded, transforming into a mountain-sized black wild boar that let out a loud roar, its eyes blood-red.
In an instant, dense demonic power gushed out like a fountain.
At this critical moment between life and death, he chose to abandon his divine realm and transform from mortal to demon!
From this moment on, he was no longer the Purifying Altar Envoy of the Western Heaven, but the terrifying great demon who had dominated the mortal world a thousand years ago.
Pigsy opened his huge mouth, and a demonic wind surged from the void, directly sweeping up dozens of yurts along with the unconscious herdsmen inside into his giant pig mouth. Then he turned abruptly and rushed toward the outside of the mist!
From the moment he transformed into a demon, the threat of the surrounding rolling mist to him greatly reduced. Although it was still constantly corroding his body, it was much better compared to before.
Was this mist targeting divine beings?
As Pigsy was running wildly and pondering, more than ten black giant shadows emerged from the mist behind him, joining forces to attack him!
This was inside the mist, a world where “Mystery” ran rampant. The appearance of such a conspicuous demonic aura immediately attracted the attention of many “Mysteries” around. Having dropped in realm and with his mouth full of herdsmen, Pigsy had no intention of fighting them in the mist. He could only use his demonic body to withstand their attacks, and in just a moment, his body was covered in wounds!
Just then, a light rapidly expanded before his eyes.
It was an angry-faced Buddhist guardian!
“Second Brother! Go quickly! I’ll hold them back for you!”
The Golden Arhat Sandy roared, withstanding the surrounding mist, forcibly engaging in battle with more than ten peak “Klein” realm “Mysteries.”
Buddhist light surged in Sandy’s palms as he tore apart the bodies of several “Mysteries” with his bare hands. But the black mist, like a god-killing bizarre beast, continuously consumed the divine power foundation within him. The Buddhist light around his body grew weaker and weaker, and his divine core began to falter.
Watching the Golden Arhat gradually being swallowed by the mist, the giant pig demon’s eyes turned extremely red. Its enormous body rushed out of the mist, staggered across the snow plain for hundreds of meters, then collapsed to the ground, its heavy body making the entire earth tremble slightly.
Its giant mouth opened, and many surviving herdsmen fell to the ground with the demonic wind. The pig demon’s body rapidly shrank, returning to its original form.
Pigsy, wearing tattered Buddhist robes, his once plump white belly now covered in bloody wounds, had a horrific gash in his waist where blood flowed like a river. Vaguely, one could see intestines churning.
With bloodshot eyes, he struggled to stand up, gripping a silver nine-toothed rake in one hand, and transformed into a stream of light, charging back into the mist.
“Sandy! Hold on!”
……
Boom——!!
The Victorious Fighting Buddha brought down his staff again, crushing several “Mysteries” that had rushed out of the mist. Just then, his heart skipped a beat, and he froze in place.
In the southwestern border, the two divine power pillars that had yet to appear finally shot into the sky. The last two national divine monuments had been completed.
The miraculous walls interwove and connected, forming a giant barrier without blind spots, completely blocking the rolling mist outside the border. Several “Mysteries” appeared in the mist, seemingly wanting to rush into Daxia’s territory, but were firmly blocked outside by the perfectly formed miraculous wall.
The entire western border had fallen into silence. In the endless wind and snow, only the Victorious Fighting Buddha holding the golden cudgel and Lin Qiye stood quietly in place.
“Idiot, Sandy…”
The Victorious Fighting Buddha murmured, as majestic divine power surged from within his body. He transformed into a stream of light, rapidly flying toward the southwestern snow plain.
Seeing this, Lin Qiye felt a sense of foreboding and followed closely behind on the somersault cloud.
Soon, a corner of mist isolated within the miraculous wall appeared before the two.
The miraculous wall, completed midway, had separated this mist that had already rushed into Daxia’s territory. Without the influx of subsequent mist, this corner of mist now looked like a murky fog, gradually dissipating in the air.
The ground was covered with “Mystery” corpses piled on the desolate snow plain, roughly thirty or forty in number.
In front of those corpses, a blood-covered figure was weakly kneeling before a body, with blood flowing from his intestines, dyeing a large area red.
