This Is Not the Female Demon Lord I Remembered-Chapter 899 - 689: Clouds and Mist Rise Under the Pale Moon

After Liang Yi obliterated the Divine Soul of a Great Cultivator at the peak of the Ninth Realm with a single strike, he raised his head to the sky. There he saw the Thunder Sea occupying half the sky, and opposite the Thunder Sea stood a golden Buddha as tall as the heavens.

Though at the moment, the thunder and the great Buddha appeared evenly matched, Liang Yi's heart sank upon witnessing two figures landing onto the battlefield, advancing into the rear of the Abyss Army.

The reason why the battle situation just now looked so promising was largely due to the impenetrable barrier formed by Hui Zhi's Nation of Ten Thousand Buddhas, which blocked all the Abyss Dao Techniques and countless Arrays.

This allowed the Mystical Mechanism Cultivator to disregard threats from Abyss Dao Techniques, pushing the battle line forward with full force.

But now, because Zhao Tianming and Qingqiu Lingyou join forces, the barrier of the Nation of Ten Thousand Buddhas was broken, forcing it to transform into a mobile Buddha to entangle Qing Yunzi.

As a result, the Abyss Dao Techniques poured down like a rainstorm, with even the two unparalleled Daoist Practitioners, Zhao Tianming and Qingqiu Lingyou, joining the battlefield.

Liang Yi had no time to ponder. Observing the dazzling aura of Dao Techniques in the rear of the Abyss Army, he realized that the battlefield situation was reversing.

Without the barrier of the Nation of Ten Thousand Buddhas, the fierce Dao Techniques from the Abyss swept towards the Mystical Mechanism Cultivators like a storm, causing countless screams.

Faced with Yue Bai's torrent of Dao Techniques and the Complete Heaven Sect's Star Battle Formation, Zhao Tianming and Qingqiu Lingyou opted not to engage directly, instead unleashing their Dao Techniques directly into the Mystical Mechanism army without any restraint.

The Abyss Cultivators' deaths were of no concern to them; you strike them, I strike you, and let's see who can bear it longer!

Prior to joining the battlefield, they had already received signals from Qiu Feng and Gongsun Bai'an, indicating not to restrain each other, but to focus solely on wreaking havoc on the Mystical Mechanism Cultivators.

Not only did the Mystical Mechanism Cultivators feel overwhelmed by the sheer number of Abyss Cultivators, as leaders of the Abyss side, Gongsun Bai'an, Qiu Feng, and Zuo Yongning also believed the abundance of Abyss Cultivators was excessive.

Despite having allowed free rein for several epochs, letting the weak to prey on the strong amongst the lower Cultivators, the number of Abyss Cultivators had still reached a point that burdened the entire Abyss.

Since resources couldn't be made more plentiful, they could only find ways to reduce the number of Cultivators.

Thus, Gongsun Bai'an and others had long decided to use this war for a thorough cleansing!

They believed they had a firm grasp on Chen Hua and others, hence they remained unperturbed, unconcerned about the current situation. The retreat of the battle line was merely part of their intentional strategy. If they didn't allow Mystical Mechanism to enter the Abyss Continent, how could they diminish the Abyss Cultivators' numbers? How could they trap Chen Hua?

To lure the enemy in, some benefits must be given. Once their plan succeeds, these ceded territories can be easily reclaimed.

The sole purpose of this war was to alleviate the burden of overwhelming population while simultaneously devouring the Mystical Mechanism.

Liang Yi glanced around, realizing that since the breach of the Nation of Ten Thousand Buddhas and the entry of two Ninth Realm Great Perfection Daoist Practitioners into the battlefield, casualties were increasing visibly. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

The previously unstoppable advance of the battle line suddenly slowed, showing signs of retreat instead of continued advance.

"This won't do. If this continues, the situation will become a stalemate…" Liang Yi gritted his teeth, instantly understanding the current situation, knowing that continued delay would only increasingly disadvantage them.

Coming from another realm already leaves them lacking geographical advantage. If they don't advance the battle line rapidly to an appropriate location, allowing Mystical Mechanism to establish foothold in the Abyss, giving them breathing space, then achieving this goal later will become infinitely more difficult.

Once the situation stagnates, they will be dragged down.

The changes in the battlefield were noticed by the Mystical Mechanism side, as He Zhiqing furrowed his brow, manipulating his fingers, calculating ways to triumph.

Without the Nation of Ten Thousand Buddhas, Pang Qingshi of the Senluo Wanxiang Sect stood forward with countless disciples.

Jingling—

With a face as radiant as frost and snow, Pang Qingshi extended his hands, revealing his wrists resembling snowy jade, as the bell swayed with dense gray mist rising from the ground into the sky.

An invisible domain emerged centered around Pang Qingshi, being the Mist Concealment Law unique to him!

Clouds rise amidst dim moonlight.

Unlike Senluo Wanxiang Sect's deceptive illusions used to bewilder the Heavenly Mechanism and the enemy, Pang Qingshi's Mist Concealment Law emphasizes "concealment."

As the mist spreads, everything within it vanishes.

Some elders and disciples of the Senluo Wanxiang Sect sat cross-legged, pooling their strength into the Floating Life Bell on Pang Qingshi's wrists.

As the bell continuously swayed, the gray mist surrounding Pang Qingshi thickened, eventually forming a gray barrier shrouding the entire Mystical Mechanism army.

Pang Qingshi's fair face turned pale, retracting his trembling hands into his sleeves, looking up at the gray mist in the sky, heaving a sigh of relief.

"This should hold for a while, right?"

Before the battle, they had planned what to do should the Nation of Ten Thousand Buddhas be breached, with Pang Qingshi's Mist Concealment Law as the backup plan.

Compared to the Senluo Wanxiang Sect Master's emphasis on myriad appearances, Pang Qingshi's concealment-focused Mist Concealment Law suited the situation better.

Without the Nation of Ten Thousand Buddhas, the torrent of Dao Techniques was intercepted halfway by the fog wall, and any Dao Techniques hurled towards the Mystical Mechanism army were engulfed by the fog wall.

The Abyss Army initially paid no heed, thinking that anything obstructing them would eventually be blown apart if it's not the Nation of Ten Thousand Buddhas.

But as more and more Dao Techniques were swallowed by the fog wall, the Abyss Cultivators began to notice something was amiss. Unlike the forced resilience of the Nation of Ten Thousand Buddhas, this fog wall acted like a bottomless pit, accepting every Dao Technique hurled at it without exception.

"What exactly is this thing?"

The Abyss Cultivators felt frustrated; first they lose one Nation of Ten Thousand Buddhas, and now a fog wall comes in their way, taking them for Daoist Practitioners without temper? Provoke them further, and they might just roll up their sleeves and resort to fists in no time!

What? The casualty rate in the front is over ninety percent? Oh well, hanging back and slacking off sounds good too...

Yet, although most of the Abyss Dao Techniques were intercepted, a small portion still broke through, landing on the Mystical Mechanism army, compounded with the presence of elite Daoist Practitioners, Zhao Tianming and Qingqiu Lingyou, Liang Yi realized that his side was still struggling.

Severed limbs flew everywhere; dying swiftly at the hands of Abyss Cultivators' blades might have been mercy. In battle, a clean death was the hardest to come by. With no time to breathe, surrounded by new enemies from all directions, even a damaged body was tolerable. Some Cultivators had their physical forms obliterated, having to rely solely on their Divine Souls to endure the Abyss Demon Qi and blood's erosion while fighting desperately.

"They disregard their army's casualties, but we can't behave like this. To curb the losses and continue advancing the battle line, we must find a way to deal with those two Daoist Practitioners first."

A ray of starlight fell beside the blood-stained white-robed Liang Yi, carrying He Zhiqing's urgent voice from within.

Besides Chen Hua, who was confronting several unexposed Abyss Envoys from a distance, no one present was stronger than Liang Yi.

With a single sword strike, Liang Yi pinned a dying Abyss Great Cultivator, trying to perish together with him, into the Void. Without a moment to breathe, he followed He Zhiqing's guidance and observed the rear of the Abyss Army.

Two figures stood poised in mid-air, their fierce Dao Techniques capable of burning the heavens and boiling the seas spread with a mere wave.

"A bit too fierce, isn't it?"

Liang Yi squinted, experiencing such formidable Daoist Practitioners for the first time, aside from his sect's Yue Bai and the senior Fang Zhi; truly, they were reversing the battle's tide by sheer force.

"Senior brother!"

Having slain the enemy with a sword, Su Youyi also broke through the blockade to reach behind Liang Yi.

Su Youyi's face, delicate and fair as peach blossoms, was speckled with blood, and her long dress stained similarly.

Not her own, but that of the Abyss Cultivators.

"I want to breach their formation; my target is those two Daoist Practitioners. You cover me."

Liang Yi took a deep breath, his gaze sharp, his tone unwavering.

"Okay!"

Su Youyi's eyes lit up, reflecting the stars, exclaiming excitedly.

Liang Yi cast a peculiar glance at his inexplicably excited junior sister, unsure why she seemed even more invigorated than him.

Su Youyi clutched Lovesick tightly, her face flushed.

Accompanying her senior brother, protecting him, facing adversity together—this was the true purpose of her cultivation!

"No time to lose; let's begin! My back is in your hands!"

Liang Yi collected his thoughts, his gaze glinting like sword shadows.