Chapter 717: It Wont Happen Again
Boom!
At this moment, the peaceful era that had lasted for thousands of years in the Far West was already gone.
Since neither side used legendary artifacts, the eighth-realm cultivators could at most determine who's stronger, as it was very difficult for eighth-realm cultivators to kill each other. And so, the battle between the allies of the Mount Shu Sect and the demon kings ended up being evenly matched.
Among the Seven Great Demon Kings, Caiyi and Changfeng were the least experienced, and their cultivation powers were considered the weakest.
However, Caiyi’s extraordinary talent allowed her to rise above expectations, making her just as strong as the veteran demon kings who had survived the era of the Demon God. Still, her Great Dao of Myriad Forms, which focused on transformation, made her less effective in combat.
The demon king that was the strongest in combat was the Black Golden Crow, the Demon King of the Desolate Plains. With its wings spread wide and black flames surging, each strike forced multiple masters of the Heavenly Origin to retreat, drawing all attention to its overwhelming power.
However, the humans who had attained the Heavenly Origin were incredibly powerful. Each of them was a force to be reckoned with. Among them, Zhao Liuting, the Heavenly Strategist of the Celestial King Sect, and Yan Dahu, from the Great Astral Sect stood out the most. Like an unstoppable pair of fists, they charged into the ranks of the demon kings, striking left and right without meeting any worthy challengers.
Most notably, Venerable Wen Yuan, positioned at the center, controlled the battlefield with the Great Dao of Primordial Chaos. His precise maneuvers often resulted in one of the more powerful demon kings being surrounded by two or three human cultivators. The demons were constantly in danger.
Such chaotic battles among masters of the Heavenly Origin occurred only once in centuries, and wherever they happened, it was pure misfortune for whoever lived there. After just a few exchanges, none of the eighth-realm Eminent Ones had been injured, but the demon territories below were utterly devastated—leveled at best or reduced to rubble entirely.
Large numbers of demonic creatures began fleeing in all directions, scattering in chaos. Among them were many demons from the Verdant Foxhills, and some even disguised themselves among humans.
Watching her centuries of effort reduced to ruins, Caiyi felt as though her heart was being torn apart. Yet, this was exactly what Venerable Wen Yuan had intended, and she was powerless to stop it.