Cultivating To Immortality

High in the sky outside the formation, a dense crowd of figures stood.

A rough estimate placed their numbers close to a hundred thousand, a black mass that enveloped the Holy Land like dark clouds.

Among these figures, the strongest Cultivators were those in the Mahayana Stage, numbering thirty-two.

Following them were Body Integration Stage Cultivators, totaling one hundred twenty-five.

There were four hundred thirteen Void Refining Stage Cultivators.

Divine Transformation Stage Cultivators numbered one thousand three hundred eighty-eight.

The rest were all Cultivators below the Divine Transformation Stage.

These individuals were the powerhouses of the Underground Demon Clan.

The reason they suddenly launched a large-scale attack on the Azure Emperor Holy Land was due to a crucial piece of intelligence they had previously obtained.

For unknown reasons, the high-level combat forces of the various major powers on the Azure Holy Continent had been almost completely wiped out, leaving its overall strength extremely depleted.

Now, only the Azure Emperor Holy Land, a force with some remaining strength, was still holding on.

Moreover, they also learned that the Holy Lord of the Azure Emperor Holy Land had already achieved Ascension to the Immortal Realm some time ago, and without the Azure Emperor Holy Lord overseeing it, there couldn't be many true masters left within the Holy Land.

Thus, the Old Ancestors of the Underground Demon Clan immediately gave the order to lead their elite forces in a full-scale assault on the Azure Holy Continent.

The Azure Holy Continent was vast and rich in resources; how could a small Azure Emperor Holy Land be allowed to dominate it?

They had long coveted this continent and now finally had the perfect opportunity.

"Hahahaha. I thought the Azure Emperor Holy Land was incredibly powerful, but upon closer inspection, it turns out there's only one Late Stage Mahayana Cultivator holding the fort?"

"It seems the Azure Holy Continent has truly fallen."

Demon Peng Old Ancestor floated in mid-air, his gaze disdainfully sweeping over Su Shan and the others, then he burst into wild laughter.

Demon Peng Old Ancestor was currently the strongest Old Ancestor of the Underground Demon Clan, possessing Peak Mahayana Realm cultivation, and his speed was unparalleled among the Demon Race, making his strength unfathomable.

Besides him, several other Old Ancestors with similarly formidable aura stood within the Demon Race ranks.

These included Demon Scorpion Old Ancestor, who had Late Stage Mahayana cultivation, and Ox Demon Old Ancestor, who had also reached Late Stage Mahayana, among others.

"Don't waste time; let's act. Quickly exterminate all these people, and from now on, this Azure Holy Continent will be the domain of our Demon Race."

Ox Demon Old Ancestor licked his lips, his eyes fiercely fixed on the Everyone within the formation.

"Kill."

With the command from the Demon Race Old Ancestor, all the powerhouses of the Underground Demon Clan simultaneously let out an earth-shattering roar and attacked.

In an instant, various dark demonic qi surged into the sky, and Divine Abilities and spells rained down like a torrential downpour.

Countless attacks continuously bombarded the formation barrier of the Azure Emperor Holy Land.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Rumble.

The violent collision sounds were incessant, and under the Demon Race's frenzied assault, the formation barrier continuously flickered with light, its surface runes rapidly dimming.

Although all the Cultivators of the Azure Emperor Holy Land were desperately pouring their magical power to maintain the formation's operation.

However, the disparity in strength between the two sides was too vast; the formation only held for a moment before being utterly shattered with a loud bang, transforming into countless specks of light that dissipated into the air.

"The formation is broken. Charge in."

"Remember, leave the good-looking female Disciples; kill everyone else, leave no one alive." Ox Demon Old Ancestor commanded.

As soon as his voice fell, the Demon Race Cultivators, like hungry wolves pouncing on prey, charged towards the Cultivators within the Azure Emperor Holy Land.

The Demon Race Cultivators were high-spirited, their eyes fierce, and just as they were about to strike the Holy Land Cultivators, a giant spatial teleportation channel suddenly tore open in the sky.

Immediately after, an earth-shattering Dragon roar sounded, dispersing all the demonic qi above the entire Holy Land.

Roar.

This Dragon roar contained the unique supreme pressure of the Dragon Clan, spreading like rolling thunder.

Those lower-cultivation Demon Race Cultivators, without even time to react, fell straight from the sky, lying on the ground unable to move, only able to emit painful groans.

"Wha-what's happening? This is... this is Dragon Might."

The thirty-two Mahayana Stage Demon Race Old Ancestors were in a slightly better situation.

Although they didn't fall directly like the low-level Cultivators, they were also startled by this sudden change, and their original arrogant sura instantly receded by more than half.

They cast their gazes towards the giant spatial teleportation channel, only to see a massive red True Dragon, its body like a towering mountain, slowly flying out from within the channel.

Flames encircled the True Dragon's body, and its Dragon Might swept down like a colossal wave, causing the entire world to change color.

"It's the Dragon Clan." a Demon Race Old Ancestor exclaimed in alarm.

"Damn it, why would the Dragon Clan from the Wilderness Continent suddenly come to the Azure Holy Continent? Do they also covet the Azure Holy Continent and want to annex it with us?"

"Everyone, don't panic. It's just a Late Stage Mahayana True Dragon. If we join forces, we might not be afraid of it." Demon Peng Old Ancestor said calmly.

However, before he could finish speaking, anomalies once again appeared in the surrounding void.

Spatial cracks continuously emerged, forming dozens of spatial teleportation channels of varying sizes in the blink of an eye.

Immediately after, True Dragon after True Dragon, each with a unique form, flew out from the void, their aura terrifying to the extreme.

Seeing so many True Dragons appear, the Demon Race Old Ancestors could no longer maintain their previous composure, and their faces instantly turned grim.

So many True Dragons, could it be that the entire Dragon Clan of the Wilderness Continent had mobilized?

But the matter was far from over.

Before the Dragon roar had subsided, a Phoenix cry filled with endless majesty immediately followed.

Before the Phoenix cry faded, another deafening Tiger roar came, full of wild power.

After the Tiger roar, there was a low and heavy Turtle roar.

Phoenix after Phoenix flew out from the void, followed closely by White Tigers, and huge Black Tortoises slowly crawled out from the teleportation channels; with every step, the entire sky trembled.

In just a few breaths, seventy-eight Divine Beasts had gathered in the sky.

Their massive bodies completely obscured the entire sky, and their shadows enveloped the entire Holy Land, creating a suffocating sense of oppression.

Upon seeing this scene, the Demon Race Old Ancestors' faces instantly turned pale, their eyes filled with terror, and their bodies began to tremble; their previous arrogance had vanished without a trace.

Seventy-eight Divine Beasts, and each one's cultivation was no lower than the Mahayana Stage; such power was enough to crush them.

Not only the Demon Race Cultivators, but also the Cultivators in the Holy Land were terrified by the sight before them, trembling uncontrollably.

Many disciples had already collapsed to the ground, their eyes filled with despair, believing that the end of the world had arrived, completely unaware whether these Divine Beasts had come to help or to cause trouble.