Chapter 1404 - 773: Final Calamity, Cosmos Breathing!

Chapter 1404: Chapter 773: Final Calamity, Cosmos Breathing!

The land of San Qin, the lead-black thick clouds were repeatedly pierced through.

Two figures flew one behind the other, one like the red sun, the other like wind and snow, both hurrying, passing by a city under siege by the Celestial Demons without any stop.

There were others to handle it.

The two came from the Qilian Mountain Range, aiming directly at Yong’an, the most severely affected area.

"Deathwing’s revival came too suddenly; we’ve all underestimated the abilities of Outer Heaven. This group of beasts seems low-key, but their harm isn’t much less than that of the Purgatory Sect.

Nasario had been lurking in the dark for who knows how long, just for today. We ought to take this as a lesson."

The elder holding a horsetail whisk looked worried and sighed helplessly.

He was ordered to go to Qilian, leaving Yong’an vulnerable to invasion.

Demon Mountain is about to revive; the siege is imminent and unavoidable.

If any remnants take advantage of the chaos, relying on the Celestial Curtain to resist and awaiting support must be the priority.

It’s better to say these unpleasant words than to let Demon Mountain’s emergence cause chaos across the world.

"This disaster in San Qin has its prime culprit." A moment of blue light flickered, a female voice crisp yet stern:

"Daojun, no need to blame yourself. Killing the culprit, Falian, is the immediate priority."

Wu Yang nodded, then snapped the horsetail whisk to speed up.

"Meng Chuan is fine?"

Water flowed gurgling.

A moment later.

"He’s fine." As if sensing something, the female voice turned even more chilling:

"Wu Daojun, please proceed to Yong’an. I will intercept here and make sure to kill this fiend, to bring solace to the spirits of many sacrificed."

Wu Yang’s long brows twitched, the horsetail whisk sharp as a sword, inevitable.

"Fusang Wuyang..."

The black clouds were torn to shreds by the hurricane.

...

Feast! Feast!

A long tongue filled with rugged spikes flicked—

A horsetail whisk, flowing with celestial light, flew from the rear of the Celestial Demon Alliance Army, emitting golden light like mowing grass, slaughtering a swarm of demons, and finally suspended above the Demon Dragon’s forehead!

Yang Huan, able to leave the front lines, surely signifies a strong individual returning to control the situation.

The sweep of the horsetail whisk, the world was cleared, the ripples reflected in the celestial towers and pavilions.

In the next moment, the soldiers outside the city heard a mighty shout!

"Strike!"

Boom!!!

Turning back, Falian revealed a sly smile of a successful scheme. The surrounding golden flames were so intense that they illuminated its dragon skin, even reflecting its bones like glazed jade, extremely surreal.

The crack spread endlessly, and the already dilapidated land overflowed with golden torrent shooting towards the sky.

Wu Yang’s expression was cold, celestial lights of various colors rose in the wind around him, the palace above his head shifting and changing with the movement of the horsetail whisk, shrinking and expanding, from a mere thousand zhang to tens of thousands in height in the blink of an eye.

Bang!

The intense heat erupted from the collision forming a mighty air current, which repelled the ambushing golden flames, and the shadow cast by the palace suppressed Falian’s form. In the dimness, only its pair of bloodshot eyes twinkled.

Wu Yang’s eyes were steadfast like a mountain, raising his hand to press down again.

The celestial tower collapsed like a landslide!

Falian’s divine eyes bled, with a bowed head, indifferent to what was above.

The jade universe fell, the enormous dragon body exploded into dust, yet this scene brought no joy to Wu Yang. He merely tightened his lips helplessly.

The mastermind behind this massacre of millions had fled, shedding its golden skin.

Wu Yang stood atop the constellation, transforming into a dazzling light, pursuing towards the south.

...

Whoosh—

The sharp rushing wind reversed, the clouds climbed upward, a defiant dragon’s shadow seemed to gallop through the sea, its speed instantaneous, where it passed, clouds and mist surged, the momentum soaring to the sky.

A hundred-zhang long Falian flew rapidly toward the Qin Ridge.

Still a step behind.

If it had ten more breaths, Yong’an City would meet its end today.

In the distance, seeing the towering mountains, the outlines becoming clear, Falian breathed a sigh of relief and pondered to itself:

"Today’s blood feast, although not meeting the Father God’s needs, is enough for brother, elder sister, and me to emerge from the dimension, to ease Father God’s burdens.

This Divine Son has made a great contribution, deserving to enjoy the most..."

Deathwing, Nasario, has many offspring, but those with pure divine blood and normal intelligence, only it, its brother Beilian, and its tier seven peak elder sister, Onyxia, the Stormwing.

"Hiss..."

Thinking of its elder sister, Falian couldn’t help but extend its long tongue again, its formidable dragon face showing both a heart-pounding fear and a greedy look.

It both feared Onyxia’s power and longed to taste its wonder ...

"Hmm?!"

Tilting its head sideways, Falian’s Heart Spirit was suddenly shaken.

It immediately broke free from its daydream, flapping its wings to disperse the thousands of layers of mist, crashing away from the tentacle-like water streams that unknowingly encroached upon it.

Its body suddenly accelerated, looking far to the southwest.

Swish—

The monstrous waves turned into rainbows, terrifying waterfalls exploded in flight!

A curtain of the water moon cave world ascended against the current, an icy blue dragon shadow roamed with the flow.

The long neck extended east and westbound, the dragon’s maw opened and closed, measuring endless, but a thousand zhang wide at least!

"Who?!"

No one answered, a surging Celestial River thrust forward from the west, the dragon’s roar splitting the sea, momentum charged unceasingly, white crests churned and flipped, the world murky, layer upon layer stacked, speed surpassing sound by many times.

If Meng Chuan were here, he would find this scene familiar–

The Dragon King surged in waves!

Swish—

The sparkling wave light stung the eyes, icy and sharp.

A figure stood across the waves, gaze locked on the struggling Celestial Demon, wielding a sword from afar.

The void spanned vertically, imposing along the central axis.

The Divine Sword cleaved apart the north and south, half of the demon’s body suspended in stasis midair!

Crack...

Sharp teeth interlocked, the dragon’s maw closed, the arcane golden tide battered like waves, flashed in reverse towards the east fleeing Falian’s half-body, thoroughly engulfed!

Cultivation is like climbing the Heaven-Ascending Ladder, the farther up, the broader each step unfolded.

On the same sixth step, the Dragon King had reached the edge of stepping towards the next upward strap.