That Night.
The demon cultivators of Heavenly Dragon Cliff had arrived at Zhaomo Pass and were attacking its protective sect array.
Ye Yu floated mid-air, his expression calm, though his heart raced with excitement.
After this battle, the Heavenly Dragon Cliff cultivators were bound to suffer severe casualties.
Perhaps even total annihilation wasn’t off the table.
After all, Zhaomo Pass’s sect leader was a Xuanmo, a full realm above a Tianmo.
Although Bu Haoyan claimed to have a trump card to eliminate him...
Ye Yu believed that a Xuanmo sect leader, by virtue of their status, must also have their own trump cards.
Coupled with the strength of Zhaomo Pass's elders—who were generally stronger than Heavenly Dragon Cliff's—this battle seemed unwinnable no matter how one looked at it.
The outcome was predetermined, with no need for resistance.
The Heavenly Dragon Cliff cultivators would become stepping stones on Ye Yu’s path to greater power.
"Sacrifice the teammates, limitless power!"
"Fellow demon cultivators, go forth without fear. I’ll avenge you all."
However, amidst his excitement, a nagging question troubled Ye Yu.
Why, with Heavenly Dragon Cliff launching such an overwhelming assault on Zhaomo Pass, shattering even their protective sect barrier...
Wasn’t a single person from Zhaomo Pass stepping forward to counterattack?
Could it be that they were going to watch idly as their protective formation was destroyed?
At the forefront of Zhaomo Pass, Bu Haoyan formed a series of seals with his hands. Behind him, a thousand-zhang tall shadow of a demonic king materialized.
Purple demonic patterns glimmered across its body.
With a ferocious roar, the shadow unleashed waves of sound that rippled across Zhaomo Pass’s protective formation.
Moments later, the demonic king’s fists gathered an immensely radiant light.
With a full-force strike—
The sect’s protective formation shattered instantly.
The demonic king’s shadow gradually dissipated into the wind.
Bu Haoyan’s face turned deathly pale, clearly drained from the effort of the attack.
Yet, in this situation, there was no time for rest. Raising his arm, he shouted loudly:
“For Heavenly Dragon Cliff!”
Hearing this, Ye Yu’s expression turned odd.
"Picking up on that so fast?"
Still, it was effective.
Watching the Heavenly Dragon Cliff cultivators charge into Zhaomo Pass, Ye Yu’s lips curled into a smile.
Internally, he had already prepared to absorb the incoming demonic energy.
"Come on, die quickly."
But the expected surge of power never arrived.
Instead, the Heavenly Dragon Cliff cultivators advanced unimpeded, slaughtering demons as they went.
For a time, it was as if they were walking through an unguarded wasteland.
The Zhaomo Pass disciples couldn’t put up any resistance.
From the sect’s gates to its main hall, the charge took only as long as a single incense stick’s worth of time.
The fallen bodies littering the ground were all from Zhaomo Pass.
The sight left Ye Yu in utter disbelief.
"The so-called strongest sect? Falling this easily?"
"Are they joking?"
Refusing to accept this, Ye Yu shifted his position and entered Zhaomo Pass.
After observing for a while, he finally pinpointed the issue.
Within Zhaomo Pass, there wasn’t a single demon cultivator above the Tribulation Transcendence stage.
All that remained were lower-realm disciples.
Under the onslaught of Heavenly Dragon Cliff’s elders, they couldn’t mount any effective defense and were left fleeing in panic.
Ye Yu furrowed his brow deeply.
"What’s going on here?"
"Where did all the major cultivators of Zhaomo Pass go?"
Back when they fought Bu Haoyan, those elders had all struck with immense force.
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