Chapter 509

Chapter 509: Terrifying Demon Weapons

Fang Lie faced tens of thousands of demon weapons. He had no idea how to fight them and clearly couldn’t win, not daring to summon his life-bound altar or other treasures for fear of destruction.

Left with no choice, both Fang Lies activated their Soulfire Lances, launching three consecutive strikes targeting the foremost divine weapons.

At Fang Lie’s current strength, the Soulfire Lances possessed overwhelming power, capable of instantly annihilating any demon below Sixth-rank!

Yet as six Soulfire Lances shot forth, they alerted the enemy leader—the Azure Dragon Crescent Moon Blade!

Unwilling to let its forces suffer damage, the blade quivered slightly, releasing six emerald Sword Rays.

Fang Lie glimpsed six green flashes before his Soulfire Lances snapped in half, rendered utterly useless.

Stunned, Fang Lie never imagined his Soulfire Lances could be intercepted so swiftly. This enemy’s power far surpassed his current capabilities.

During his moment of shock, the demon weapons surged into attack range. Though still thousands of li away, they unleashed countless Sword Rays.

Tens of thousands of crescent-shaped Sword Rays crashed forward like a tsunami. Both Fang Lies paled, instantly teleporting a hundred li away to narrowly escape.

The missed attacks rained down on the forest below with thunderous crashes.

Every tree within tens of li shattered under the assault, leaving nothing taller than a foot. The debris underwent bizarre transformations—bursting into flames, melting, or decaying as if millennia had passed in moments. Over a dozen unnatural phenomena manifested.

Fang Lie gaped in horror. He understood these varied effects stemmed from the demon weapons’ differing elemental attributes. Though rooted in Five Elements and Bagua principles, their demonic nature amplified violence, blending corrosion and lethal toxins to terrifying effect. Being struck by such attacks would bring unimaginable agony!

As Fang Lie sighed in relief, the Azure Dragon Crescent Moon Blade seethed with rage. Letting two weaklings escape its army’s grasp was an intolerable humiliation!

The jade-green blade shot from its forces like lightning, crossing vast distances to bisect both Fang Lies at the waist!

Fang Lie tried to dodge, but the Seventh-rank Demon Weapon King—comparable to a supreme Seventh-rank Flying Sword—moved too fast. Before he could blink, four severed body sections tumbled through the air.

Smoke hissed from the cauterized wounds as his flesh withered and rotted. Though normally confident in his Healing Art’s ability to reattach severed limbs, Fang Lie now found himself paralyzed by a numbing force spreading from his injuries.

Even his Healing Art faltered against the corrosive poison infesting his wounds—its potency eclipsing his entire magical reserves. Newly regenerated flesh dissolved faster than it formed. Within moments, Fang Lie’s body crumbled to ash like an ancient mummy.

In his final moments, Fang Lie sensed both bodies’ essence transforming into demonic energy absorbed by the Azure Dragon Crescent Moon Blade, empowering it further.

Outside the battlefield, Mo Qianxun observed everything through his Water Mirror surveillance. He’d tampered with Fang Lie’s gear to monitor the youth remotely.

While fellow disciples might mourn others’ deaths, Fang Lie’s grisly demise provoked only laughter.

"Haha! The brat got chopped in half—one of the ten cruelest tortures! Serves him right! How amusing!"

"Being cut in half at the waist wasn’t the worst part. The deadliest was the final poison. He didn’t die until the last moment, forced to watch himself crumble to ashes the entire time! Haha, wonder if that scoundrel got psychologically scarred?"

Mao Mao and Mo Lanyun seethed with anger yet remained helpless.

Right then, Mo Qianxun poured oil on the fire with a sly chuckle: "How wretched, how utterly wretched! Truly pitiful! Haha~"

His laughter further provoked Mo Lanyun and Mao Mao.

Mao Mao snapped, "Master, Brother Fang died for our sect! How can you, as Sect Leader, revel in his misfortune?"

"Exactly! You’re nothing like a proper Sect Leader!" Mo Lanyun added, cheeks flushed. "That cunning smirk! You look positively villainous!"

Mo Qianxun’s face reddened as he hastily explained, "I was merely lamenting the tragedy! Expressing sympathy, not schadenfreude!"

"As if we’d believe that!" Both girls rolled their eyes simultaneously.

Meanwhile, the Water Mirror kept displaying the aftermath. After circling menacingly in the air, tens of thousands of demon weapons flew off triumphantly.

Everyone kept watching, but Fang Lie remained motionless.

One hour. Two. Three. Still no resurrection.

Murmurs spread through the crowd. "Why hasn’t he revived? Could his resurrection fail?"

"Possibly! Fang Lie’s never faced demon weapons before. Complete bodily destruction might block his rebirth!"

"Oh dear, if true, he’s truly doomed himself this time!"

Hearing this, the two girls grew anxious.

Mo Lanyun tugged her grandfather’s sleeve. "Grandpa, will Brother Fang be alright?"

"How should I know?" Mo Qianxun rubbed his neck nervously. "He always revived instantly before. What’s different now?"

"He’ll be fine! Brother can’t die!" Mao Mao insisted, tears glistening.

Suddenly, colorful flames erupted from empty air. When the blaze vanished, Fang Lie’s figure stood revealed.

He could’ve revived sooner but the old bird warned him – clustered demon weapons share linked divine senses, enabling million-li surveillance. Thus Fang Lie waited hours before reappearing.

As Fang Lie rose, the crowd sighed in relief. Mo Qianxun chuckled hoarsely, "That brat nearly scared me witless, taking so long!"

Unaware of the commotion, Fang Lie immediately summoned a hundred-zhang altar, crushing trees beneath it. He frantically performed secret techniques, channeling energy into the structure.

Time was critical – another demon weapon swarm could ruin everything before the White Bone World-Breaking Gate activated. Failure meant wasted effort and owing compensation.

Fortunately, Mo Qianxun acted promptly. Sensing the altar’s signal, he personally activated the White Bone World-Breaking Gate. Divine Light blazed as Spiritual Energy rippled outward. The gate’s center warped, forming a Space Channel.

After fifteen minutes, a stable passage emerged – ten thousand zhang wide, capable of accommodating multiple large treasure weapon warships simultaneously.

Fang Lie leaped through the portal shouting, "Never tangling with those damned things again!"

The crowd roared with laughter at his bedraggled state.

Mo Qianxun stepped forward, flicking two drops of True Demon Blood into the air. With two of three seals released, their intensified resonance spread across a million-li radius.

The trap baited, they waited.

An hour later, Mo Qianxun’s eyes sparkled. "Ready the nets – fish are biting!"

He retrieved the blood drops as three Thunder Tribulation Immortals activated the Formation. Nine hundred sealing towers glowed golden, enveloping the Bagua Sealing Demon Formation in radiance.

Soon, demon weapons came swarming through the White Bone World-Breaking Gate like frenzied piranhas.