Chapter 432

Chapter 432: Turning the Tide

Under normal circumstances, even if Snow Swordsman couldn’t defeat Ming Yue, he could have held out for several rounds. But now, being hunted by the demon army like a stray dog, his fighting spirit had completely collapsed, leaving less than ten percent of his combat power remaining.

Panicked and terrified, he fell prey to Ming Yue’s bizarre divine skill. His soul shattered instantly.

Without hesitation, Ming Yue rushed forward after killing the scoundrel and seized his storage ring with a swift motion.

When Ming Yue turned to check Fang Lie’s situation, he received a shock – Fang Lie’s battle had concluded even faster!

As Fang Lie charged forward, Ao Jianzi let fury override reason. The swordsman unleashed thousands of sword rays from his arms, striking first in a desperate attempt to eliminate his nemesis before death claimed him.

But the moment he attacked, Ao Jianzi realized his fatal mistake – in his panic, he’d forgotten Fang Lie possessed the terrifying Man-Eating Demon Monk!

Fang Lie showed no mercy. He hurled the Man-Eating Demon Monk directly into the swirling storm of sword energy.

Just as the lethal blades were about to shred the demonic monk, Master Tianlong’s shadow reappeared. A single "Amitābha" caused the void itself to quake!

The Tianlong Chant’s power proved catastrophic. An invisible force rippled hundreds of miles, reducing not only Ao Jianzi and his flying sword to dust, but also annihilating the entire demon army behind him – leaving not even a hair behind.

Evidently sensing the demonic presence, Master Tianlong’s remnant power had unleashed full force to purge the horde.

The battlefield stood empty save for a shimmering Treasure Pearl – the indestructible True Demon Blood containing a Semi-Immortal demon’s essence. All other treasures perished in the chant’s wake.

Master Tianlong’s divine skill dimmed visibly, its Buddhist light flickering from immense depletion.

Fang Lie ignored this deterioration. Commanding his altar forward, he first retrieved the Man-Eating Demon Monk before seizing the True Demon Blood.

Examining the crimson orb, Fang Lie initially found it unremarkable. But when he glanced around, every remaining demon stared hungrily at the object in his grasp.

The renewed suicidal charge made even the dullest observer realize the True Demon Blood’s significance.

Fang Lie roared as his Magic surged explosively – he’d activated both the Blood Ignition Technique and Explosion Qi Technique simultaneously. His power now rivaled a Three-thousand-mile Qi Sea Cultivator’s, amplified further by Linglong Qi Locking Tower’s refinement and the altar’s enhancement.

This wasn’t for combat. Fang Lie channeled every ounce of power into his spatial divine skill – the Return Technique. Normally used to teleport treasures to the Cycle of Fire, the disrupted spatial laws of this Small Thousand World demanded extreme measures. Even Semi-Immortals would struggle here, but through sheer will and altar-boosted effort, Fang Lie managed to banish the cursed blood essence.

With their target gone, the demons paused in confusion before redirecting their frenzy toward Young Taoist Ming Yue.

"Give that here!" Fang Lie shouted while rushing over. By rights, the snow swordsman’s spoils belonged to Ming Yue. But as the young Taoist clutched his prize, realization dawned – he held not treasure, but catastrophe.

The demons that were chasing Snow Swordsman all redirected their focus to him.

He wouldn’t have worried about ordinary demons alone, as Mo Lanyun had destroyed their essence with one strike. Even large numbers meant little against him.

But then the Little Demon Chamber shook violently again, spewing out four to five hundred Silver Horn Demon Kings who eagerly charged toward Young Taoist Ming Yue’s position.

Young Taoist Ming Yue froze in panic, unsure how to react.

When Fang Lie spoke up, the young Taoist immediately tossed the troublesome item toward him like a hot coal.

Though relieved after throwing the Spoils of War, Ming Yue felt slight regret. Only one item attracted the demons, yet he’d surrendered everything. The Soul Imprints on the space devices required time to remove – time he didn’t have. Better to sacrifice the loot than risk disaster.

Fang Lie caught the ring and roared, channeling all his Magic to hurl the object back. The effort drained seventy percent of his energy and damaged his meridians, blood spilling from his lips as Mo Lanyun and Ming Yue watched anxiously.

"Senior Brother!" Mo Lanyun called out.

"Still breathing," Fang Lie grinned weakly. Flames of seven colors suddenly engulfed him, healing his Injuries completely within moments. "The demon attractor’s gone. They’ll stop swarming now."

Young Taoist Ming Yue stared in disbelief. *What Dao magic gives Senior Brother Fang Lie instant healing and an undying nature? Could my void techniques even challenge him?*

Chaos erupted among the Silver Horn Demon Kings when they lost connection with the two True Demon Blood drops Fang Lie had returned to the Cycle of Fire. Half swarmed toward Fang Lie, blaming him for the disappearance. The rest scattered to hunt isolated sect disciples.

Seizing the moment, Fang Lie flung the Man-Eating Demon Monk forward. When demon fire engulfed the tiny figure, an old monk’s Shadow emerged chanting "Amitābha!", unleashing power that annihilated the demon army. The fading divine skill could sustain maybe two more uses.

"Junior Sister! Junior Brother!" Fang Lie recalled his puppet while steering the Earth’s Magnetic Force Warship. "Help me seal the Little Demon Chamber!"

Understanding flashed across Mo Lanyun and Ming Yue’s faces. Without the True Demon Blood bait, only common demons would emerge – easy prey. Blocking the chamber meant claiming rewards meant for eighteen people!

"Wait for me!" Mo Lanyun summoned her Dragon Turtle Sacred Water Sea.

"Three against one chamber?" Ming Yue laughed, his Blue Lotus blooming. "Done!"

Their three forces encircled the Little Demon Chamber. True to predictions, Silver Horn Demon Kings stopped massing. Occasional stragglers fell easily – dissolving into Spiritual Water against Mo Lanyun, becoming fertilizer for Ming Yue’s lotus.

Fang Lie defended a narrow seventh of the perimeter with puppets and warship bombardments. Though weaker, his concentrated fire held the line.

Elsewhere, disaster struck. Hundreds of Silver Horn Demon Kings led armies against remaining cultivators, turning the battlefield into carnage.