Chapter 357: Chapter 69: The Great Calamity in the Primitive World, Blood Moon in the Sky_3
Translator: 549690339
“In other words, Anxi Prefecture may be in trouble.”
At that, Yin Nanyu squinted and said, “With the activation of the sacrificial altar, the Battle between Heaven and Earth, blood flowing like a stream, and corpse mounds, many creatures will die. Anxi Prefecture is just the beginning, and the deceased demonic beasts and human race will be the first to disappear in this disaster.”
After some thought, Zhao Huai concluded that the human cultivators must have lost their patience and accepted the challenge of the Demon Race, otherwise, the battle would not have started so early, completely disrupting the plan.
He had no idea about the current state of the battlefield.
“I must go to Anxi Prefecture immediately!”
Zhao Huai said in a deep voice.
“No.”
Yin Nanyu immediately raised her voice to stop him, saying sternly, “You said it yourself, the bloody moon in the sky indicates blood flowing like a stream and a great disaster coming, which means everything has been decided. Going to Anxi Prefecture now would be like walking into a trap, and there is only death for you.”
“Why not wait with me for the arrival of an immortal? Only an immortal who ascends can end this disaster, so why should we get involved?”
Zhao Huai fell silent, the golden bronze coins in his palm constantly rising and falling.
Yin Nanyu noticed this and furrowed her brow.
“I must go.”
In a moment, Zhao Huai made up his mind and resolutely said.
After that, he summoned a flying sword, taking off towards Anxi Prefecture. In the blink of an eye, he had disappeared from sight.
Seeing this, Yin Nanyu pursed her lips and continued to ponder.
On the other side.
Zhao Huai had already arrived a thousand miles away from Anxi Prefecture and could see the tragic scene of a hell on earth.
The desert ground was full of cracks, each split several hundred meters long, deep as a canyon. Obviously, it was the result of a battle fought by powerful cultivators.
He sniffed the cold wind in the air, smelling the pungent stench of blood.
With a glance, he spotted corpses everywhere, both human cultivators and gigantic demonic beasts, piled up together, too numerous to count.
Between the severed limbs and broken arms, black smoke was still rising, and fires continued to burn.
In this area where Zhao Huai stood, there were no sounds of fighting, only eerie silence.
Zhao Huai’s Divine Insight kept checking the dead human cultivators, and soon he discovered some familiar faces.
Some young Disciples wearing Taoist robes were from the Eternal Taoist Temple, now turned into corpses, their faces still distorted with determination at their last moments.
Chen Jianshu, one of the True Disciples of Limitless Immortal Sect, had also died.
His flesh had been shattered, internal organs scattered everywhere, with barely an empty shell left. His Green Snake-shaped Sword had broken into several sections, and he died still grasping the sword handle, surrounded by the corpses of four or five Demon Kings.
This showed that before he died, he had killed several Demon Kings, leaving an impressive battle record.
In the end, however, unable to withstand the numerous Demon Race attacks, he died, and his body was eaten by demonic beasts.
Suddenly.
Zhao Huai found the corpse of Li Pianran, a sword cultivator from Taihao Sword Sect. It lay on a patch of charred black earth littered with broken sword fragments and countless dead sword cultivators.
At the center of the scene lay an elder commanding several flying swords. His strength appeared to be in the Rebirth Realm, but even with the swords supporting him, he still fell.
“Chen Jianshu is dead. Gu Tianji, Cai Yuxiang, and the Madam, are they still alive?”
After muttering those words, Zhao Huai gritted his teeth and headed towards the city gate of Anxi Prefecture.
As expected.
The great formation in Anxi Prefecture had been broken at some point, and the towering city walls had collapsed, with only a few weak sections left standing.
There were still roars of battle inside the city, so it seemed the great battle had not ended entirely.
The city walls were hung with the corpses of human cultivators impaled on huge green bone spikes, like specimens deliberately put on display to show off their brutality.
The scene before him was too tragic. Blood oozed from the corpses, dripping down to form pools of blood in the deep pits below.
Zhao Huai saw the person he least wanted to see lying in a pool of blood.
Another True Disciple of Limitless Immortal Sect, Zi Yun, Senior Disciple of Eternal Taoist Temple, Gu Tianji, and Fairy Cai Yuxiang of Heavenly Star Sacred Sect, all had fallen.
Zi Yun had died, her cold and stiff body dressed in a pale purple gown, stained with a large amount of blood.
Gu Tianji was still alive but barely breathing. His Golden Core had shattered, and green bone spikes had been driven through his limbs. He had lost so much blood that he had passed out.
Fairy Cai Yuxiang was also alive, but a broken scorpion tail had pierced her abdomen, leaving her lying on the ground, blood spewing from her mouth. The ancient Guqin with broken strings had lost its luster, with her walking sword silently embedded in the ground.
His surroundings were desolate and bleak.
Still majestic, Anxi Prefecture now carried an atmosphere of desolation and despair, making it feel like a city of the dead.
Zhao Huai’s face remained expressionless as he waved a hand to help Cai Yuxiang and Gu Tianji stop their bleeding, fed them some precious healing pills, and used his magic power to help them absorb the pills.
Then he stepped on the blood-stained sand and walked slowly towards the city.
The raging, bloody wind caused his clothes to rustle and flap continuously.
Lifting his eyes, he saw a large number of demonic beasts gathered inside Anxi Prefecture, guarding the city gate while also noticing the human man approaching from behind.
