Chapter 721
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Chapter 721: Calamity
Are you here?
Just three simple words, yet behind them lies so much bitterness and hope that only Jialan herself truly understands.
Over the years, she has imagined countless scenarios of meeting Lin Qiye again. Perhaps this very scene, she had once dreamt of on some day, but she has had so many such dreams that she can no longer remember.
All she knows is that right now, her heart feels like it’s about to leap out of her chest, her lips are uncontrollably curling upwards, and tears are swirling in her eyes…
She is so delighted.
“Yes, I’m here,” Lin Qiye said gently. “From now on, leave it to me.”
Roar, roar, roar—!!
Under the black temple, a multitude of demons, seeing Lin Qiye suddenly appear directly above the “source,” immediately began to roar angrily at him. Some of them abandoned Jialan and the others, rushing swiftly towards Lin Qiye.
Lin Qiye sheathed the Rain Collapse and let his right hand drop gently, gripping the Dreadful Passage.
Clang—!!
The Dreadful Passage was drawn!
As the light purple blade sliced through the air, an ominous aura rapidly spread outwards from Lin Qiye.
Rain poured down onto the ground, forming puddles. The demons roared as they charged towards the black temple, but suddenly, some of them slipped and fell, rolling like a ball for a distance before crashing heavily against the temple’s wall.
By sheer coincidence, that old, dilapidated wall was struck and broke in half, causing a large number of heavy stones to tumble down, shaking the ground slightly.
Thick clouds of dust rolled in the rain.
This level of damage, while not enough to kill these demons, inflicted an irreparable psychological trauma on them.
Dazed, they stood up from the rubble, seemingly unable to comprehend how they, as proud native demons of Japan, could possibly slip?!
Not only them, but the other demons that had been charging forward were also momentarily stunned.
Lin Qiye, standing atop the black temple, raised an eyebrow. Gripping the Dreadful Passage, he leaped from the temple’s peak like a black butterfly in the rain, diving into the fallen demons below.
Creak—!
Just as Lin Qiye was about to land, his foot also slipped on a puddle!
Losing his balance, Lin Qiye stumbled, a flash of night color passed over his body, and the next moment, he found himself several dozen meters away on the ground.
The corners of Lin Qiye’s mouth twitched slightly, and his back was drenched in cold sweat.
That was close!
He almost slipped in front of everyone!
If it weren’t for the timely use of Night Flicker, he would have likely fallen flat on the ground like those demons, and then he would have been just a heartbeat away from awkwardly fleeing this universe at light speed.
He glanced down at the Dreadful Passage in his hand and finally understood what Rain Palace Seihui meant by “be careful”…
It really is an indiscriminate attack!
Lin Qiye adjusted his mindset and shot forward like an arrow towards the multitude of demons. With a flick of his wrist, he plunged the Dreadful Passage into the ground, and a flash of purple ghostly light surged forth, causing the earth to tremble violently!
This was one of the disasters triggered by the Dreadful Passage: the crust shattering.
As the light purple blade scraped across the ground, the earth beneath everyone’s feet shook violently, fracturing into deep chasms that split the entire ruins apart. Many demons, unable to dodge in time, fell directly into the depths of the earth.
While advancing with his blade, Lin Qiye carefully used his mental power to observe the ground beneath him, fearing that a chasm might open up and swallow him whole.
Among the demons, some took to the air, charging towards Lin Qiye with flames, deadly poison, death energy, and ice… various attacks surged forth like a tide.
Lin Qiye narrowed his eyes, and his figure vanished into the rain. The barrage of attacks rained down on the chasm-riddled ground but failed to touch Lin Qiye himself.
As the demons frantically searched for his whereabouts, a drop of rain fell naturally among them, the curved surface of the droplet reflecting Lin Qiye’s figure. He gripped the hilt of the Black Rope with his left hand and, in an instant, swung his blade!
Boom—!!
A massive, sharp black blade projection swept out from the raindrop, directly severing the heads of numerous demons. Some managed to escape, only to be swallowed by the suddenly opened chasms beneath them, falling directly into the depths.
Blood mixed with the pouring rain, spreading across the chasm-riddled ground.
The raindrop landed on the ground, transforming into a figure in black clothing wearing a Sun Wukong mask. He held the Black Rope in his left hand and the Dreadful Passage in his right, slowly sheathing both blades amidst the scattered demon limbs.
This series of lethal moves had directly eliminated nearly one-third of the demons.
Throughout this process, Lin Qiye did not use his own Forbidden Ruins, as his own realm was not particularly high. Relying solely on the Forbidden Ruins to fight might not allow him to crush these demons so powerfully. However, using these three blades of the Dreadful Passage made all the difference.
The Dreadful Passage itself possessed formidable power; even if his realm was insufficient, it could unleash astonishing combat strength. Just as Yuzuriha Heikyou could wield three blades to slay on the Pure Land, Lin Qiye, with three blades, could similarly annihilate a large number of demons!
The Forbidden Ruins and the Dreadful Passage each had their strengths; it was merely a matter of timing and method of use.
The Knight and Wu Xiangnan each engaged the remaining demons, while Lin Qiye turned to focus on the snow woman hovering in mid-air, his eyes narrowing as a chilling killing intent flashed within them.
If he had arrived just a moment later, Jialan would have been completely frozen by the snow woman. Although Jialan possessed the Immortal ability, which would prevent her from dying even if frozen for hundreds of years, the despair and loneliness of being imprisoned would be unbearable.
Lin Qiye took a deep breath, and with a powerful stomp of his right foot on the ground, lush green grass spread out at an astonishing speed, covering all the demon corpses.
Vibrant flowers bloomed atop the bodies, eagerly absorbing the power and vitality within them. Under the transformation of the Eternal Secret Garden, part of this energy turned into pure mental energy, flooding into Lin Qiye’s mind.
Ten seconds later, the lush grass receded, and all the demon corpses vanished, leaving only eerie skeletons soaking in the rain.
Clang—!
With a clear ringing sound, the Rain Collapse and the Black Rope were simultaneously gripped in Lin Qiye’s hands.
At the same time, an extreme darkness extended from him, intertwining with his black cloak, as if draping him in a pitch-black night sky.
