UGB Chapter 1793 The Demon Lord Appears and Counterattacks!
Chapter 1793 The Demon Lord Appears and Counterattacks!
After a while!
The main hall was so silent that the crackling of the burning lamps could be heard.
Although the group of semi-saints remained outwardly silent, their hearts were in turmoil.
The looming shadow of the Black Spirit Tiger Shark Clan's overwhelming army, along with the unfathomable cultivation of that mysterious clan leader, acted like invisible shackles, suffocating them almost completely.
A feeling of irritability silently builds and spreads.
It's almost at the critical point.
suddenly!
A detached voice, seemingly piercing through layers of spatial barriers, utterly devoid of any warmth or human emotion, resounded clearly in every corner of the hall:
"Since you are all eager to fight on the front lines, why hesitate?"
The voice wasn't loud, but it was like a thunderclap, striking precisely into the hearts of all the half-gods.
In an instant,
The pent-up frustration, unease, and a hint of shame at having his thoughts exposed were completely ignited!
In an instant, the half-saint monster of the sea serpent clan didn't even have time to think about the source of the sound. Almost instinctively, without even raising his head, he blurted out a rebuttal:
"If the new chieftain of the Black Spirit Tiger Shark Clan makes a move, then who will..."
Halfway through his words, he stopped abruptly.
The demigod of the sea serpent clan seemed to have his throat grabbed, and his words abruptly stopped.
He abruptly looked up, his eyes instantly filled with boundless shock and disbelief, his gaze fixed blankly on the highest point of the hall—
The throne of the Xuan Turtle Clan, which had been hanging vacant all along, symbolizing the highest authority and power.
Before……
The throne was clearly empty!
But now, in the blink of an eye, a figure is sitting there silently!
What shocked him even more, and all the semi-saints present, was...
At such close range, even with their divine senses at the half-saint level, they couldn't detect in the slightest when or how the other party appeared!
As if he was meant to be there.
It blends seamlessly with the entire hall and this space.
A chill instantly shot from the tailbone of the half-deity of the sea serpent clan to the top of his head.
An indescribable sense of unease, like an icy tide, overwhelmed his mind.
Not only him, but all the half-saints present felt the same soul tremor at this moment.
In that moment when the entire hall was deathly silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop, and all the semi-saints were in a violent tremor...
The figure sitting on the high throne became clearer.
He was an elderly man with a ruddy complexion and white hair and beard.
Kind eyes and brows
At first glance, he looks like a well-mannered old man from next door.
He seemed oblivious to the horrified gazes below, and simply chuckled softly, breaking the tense atmosphere.
The voice was gentle yet carried an undeniable power:
"Please feel free to make your move!"
If that mysterious patriarch of the Black Spirit Tiger Shark Clan were to disregard his status and intervene, I would certainly not stand idly by.
You only need to focus on the enemy and exert all your strength!
The moment the words fell,
Like a spring breeze and gentle rain, it dispelled some of the lingering chill.
The group of semi-saints in the main hall also suddenly snapped out of their extreme shock.
next moment,
The few semi-elder monsters of the Xuan Turtle Clan reacted the fastest.
Led by the clan elder Wu Yang, several other clan elders stepped forward almost simultaneously, faced the high platform throne, and bowed deeply in worship.
His posture was extremely respectful, and his voice was filled with excitement and fear:
"This unworthy descendant pays respects to our ancestor!"
"Greetings, Ancestor!"
"We have disturbed the Ancestor; we deserve to die a thousand deaths. We beg the Ancestor to punish us!"
"..."
Seeing the reaction of the Xuan Turtle Clan's highest leaders, how could the other races' semi-saints not understand?
This person can appear undetected in the core area of the Xuan Turtle Clan.
And an elder who commands the utmost reverence from the very souls of the Xuan Turtle Clan's semi-venerable members...
His identity is obvious!
Since the forbidden naval battle, the various Nascent Soul demon lords of the True Dragon Sea have either lost contact with each other.
Either confirm the fall.
Currently, the only remaining Nascent Soul Realm cultivators in the True Dragon Sea besides the mysterious patriarch of the Black Spirit Tiger Shark Clan are...
The only one left is the legendary ancestor of the Xuan Turtle Clan who may still be alive!
This place is the main base of the Xuan Turtle Clan, and this is corroborated by the Xuan Turtle Clan's semi-saints...
The kind-faced old man before us must be the last remaining Nascent Soul Demon Lord of the Xuan Turtle Clan!
In a flash,
The other half-saints from various races within the hall dared not show the slightest disrespect, suppressing the turmoil in their hearts, and bowed in unison to the elder on the throne.
The voices were in unison:
"Greetings, Demon Lord!"
Their expressions were extremely respectful, and their attitude appeared exceptionally sincere, showing no sign of reluctance.
The fact that they were able to adjust their mindset in such a short time also reveals the shrewdness of these old monsters.
however,
Beneath this seemingly uniform respect, a hint of surprise and uncertainty flickered in the depths of the eyes of many semi-saints.
One by one, doubts rose from the bottom of my heart like bubbles:
"wrong!
Regardless of their cultivation level, all cultivators of the Xuan Turtle Clan carry their natal turtle shell on their backs, which is the foundation of their defense and a symbol of their race!
Even the fallen Xuanba Demon Lord was no exception!
Why is there nothing behind this old ancestor?
"No trace of tortoise shell?"
"Could it be... that this person is not the Demon Lord of the Xuan Turtle Clan?"
Yes, has the Xuan Turtle Clan secretly allied themselves with the Black Spirit Tiger Shark?
Was the previous announcement of the alliance actually a trap to lure people in?
If that's true, then the person on the stage is very likely the mysterious patriarch of the Black Spirit Tiger Shark clan, in disguise, intending to wipe out our resistance forces in one fell swoop!
"Danger is imminent!"
If I had known the Xuan Turtle Clan was untrustworthy, I shouldn't have come here. I should have led the clan's elite forces to flee to the deep sea!
but……
Fortunately, the bloodline seed had already been properly placed, leaving behind the seeds of revival.
Even if I perish today, my clan's lineage will continue.
Thousands of years later, there may very well be a chance for them to make a comeback!
"..."
In the blink of an eye...
Various thoughts of suspicion, vigilance, and even despair grew wildly in the hearts of many semi-saints.
Some of the half-saints, having already made arrangements for their escape routes, remained calm despite their shock, already prepared to die.
Some were filled with regret, lamenting that they shouldn't have so easily stepped into this place of trouble;
Only a very few meticulous individuals, while also harboring doubts about the "shellless" matter, were more convinced that the profound reverence shown by the several semi-venerable members of the Xuan Turtle Clan was genuine.
They believe it may be related to some secret technique practiced by the ancestor, or a mutation in bloodline.
Seated regally on his throne, the Xuan Turtle Ancestor's gaze swept seemingly gently over the cultivators below...
Perhaps they were aware of the turmoil in their hearts.
Perhaps they simply wouldn't bother with it.
The majesty of a Demon Lord in his Nascent Soul form needs no further explanation to the "juniors".
His very existence is the strongest reassurance.
It is also the greatest deterrent.
He slowly raised his hand, and with a gentle yet irresistible force, lifted the bowing half-venerables to their feet.
"Young friends, there's no need for such formalities. Please rise."
The old man's voice remained calm.
Immediately, his gaze fell on Wu Yang, the leading elder of the Xuan Turtle Clan, and he gave him a brief, indifferent glance.
That glance, seemingly casual, sent a chill down Wu Yang's spine.
The emotions conveyed in that gaze were complex and difficult to discern—
There was concern, and a slight reproach for his presumptuous actions and forcibly waking him up.
There is an understanding of the plight faced by ethnic groups.
There was also a hint of regret for the younger generation's lack of ambition...
Wu Yang felt a chill run down his spine and lowered his head, not daring to meet his gaze.
He understood that although the patriarch had not spoken directly, his dissatisfaction had been conveyed.
But since things had come to this point, he had no other choice but to do so for the sake of his people's survival.
The Xuan Turtle Ancestor withdrew his gaze and looked again at the group of half-saints in the hall, each with their own thoughts. His expression returned to its benevolent state, but his tone carried a hint of coldness:
"My dear friends, since the Black Spirit Tiger Shark Clan has disregarded the rules and attempted to commit extermination..."
Then don't blame us for resorting to drastic measures.
This statement is tantamount to formally stating our position.
They then attributed the blame for instigating the conflict to the Black Spirit Tiger Shark Clan.
Hearing this,
Many of the half-saints below, who had been feeling uneasy, breathed a sigh of relief, and their eyes regained a glimmer of hope.
"It seems the worst hasn't happened!"
This person was indeed the ancestor of the Xuan Turtle Clan, not a trap set by the Black Spirit Tiger Shark Clan!
"I was just scaring myself!"
With the appearance of the Xuan Turtle Ancestor, our side may not be without a chance of victory in this battle!
"..."
The Xuan Turtle Ancestor said no more, his gaze sharp as lightning, and began to assign and deploy his troops.
"Wu Yang!"
"This junior is here!"
Wu Yang, the eldest elder of the Xuan Turtle Clan, immediately stepped forward with a solemn expression.
"You, responsible for keeping that half-saint of the sea lizard clan wielding the Soul-Destroying Bell in the enemy camp, can you do it?"
The Xuan Turtle Ancestor spoke in a calm tone, yet with an undeniable air of authority.
That half-saint of the Sea Lizard Clan possessed formidable strength and bizarre magical artifacts; he was clearly a tough nut to crack.
Wu Yang understood that this was the ancestor's reprimand for his previous behavior.
It was also a gesture made to show the various races of the alliance present.
He dared not hesitate for a moment, and gritted his teeth, saying in a deep voice:
"Rest assured, Ancestor, even if Wu Yang is reduced to dust, he will never allow him to take another step forward!"
"good."
The patriarch nodded slightly, then turned his gaze to the other powerful figures.
“My friends from the Sea Serpent Clan and the Crystal Horn Clan, your cultivation techniques, one gentle and one forceful, complement each other perfectly.”
"The two of you forming a team might be able to hold off the Black Spirit Tiger Shark Clan's vanguard general, Shark Halberd?"
The Sea Serpent Clan Half-Saint and the Crystal Horn Clan Half-Saint, who were called upon, exchanged a glance, stepped forward in unison, and bowed in agreement:
"I will obey the ancestral decree!"
We will do everything in our power to ensure that the shark halberd escapes!
A series of clear and precise instructions came from the mouth of the Xuan Turtle Ancestor.
Furthermore, they precisely targeted each renowned semi-saint among the Black Spirit Tiger Shark Clan's allied forces, assigning corresponding opponents or squads to contain them.
The atmosphere inside the main hall became solemn and heavy once again.
This time, however, there was less panic and more orderly fighting spirit.
quickly,
All of the Black Spirit Tiger Shark Clan's publicly acknowledged semi-saint level combatants have been assigned to opponents.
Inside the main hall, there were still about seven or eight half-saints who had not been directly named and assigned specific tasks.
The Xuan Turtle Ancestor's gaze slowly swept over the last few half-saints. Their strength might not be top-tier, but they each possessed unique supernatural abilities or were skilled in concealment.
Or proficient in formations,
It may prove surprisingly effective in chaotic battles.
The old man hesitated for a moment, then spoke in a calm voice that carried a hint of chilling killing intent:
"The rest of you..."
"Adapt to changes in the battle situation, make your own decisions, and act as you see fit!"
Especially the last four words, "act expediently," were emphasized slightly.
A cold glint flashed in the depths of his eyes.
The implication couldn't be clearer—
They will be the surprise force on the battlefield, responsible for filling in any gaps or weaknesses.
Even... to carry out some unconventional key missions, such as decapitation, breaking through enemy lines, and harassing the rear!
This is both a sign of trust and a test.
The remaining half-saints tensed, instantly understanding the heavy responsibility and risks they bore. They bowed in unison, their voices resounding:
"I'll wait for the order!"
"We will certainly live up to the trust placed in us by our ancestor!"
"..."
The Xuan Turtle Ancestor closed his eyes slightly, then opened them again, and gently waved his sleeve:
"Go!
The future of Zhenlonghai hinges on this battle!
"Yes!"
next moment,
Dozens of powerful auras erupted from within the main hall, and streaks of light, like summoned meteors, carrying resolute determination and killing intent, rushed out of the hall.
Tearing the sky apart,
They sped off towards the distant sea, now stained with the sounds of battle, the roar of spells, and the crimson of blood!
Not long!
In a corner of this vast battlefield stretching for countless miles...
A terrifying figure, both godlike and demonic, was carrying out a one-sided massacre with overwhelming force.
A small, exquisite black bell hung at his waist, and he was surrounded by a suffocating aura. With every move he made, the void trembled and the heavens and earth wailed.
With each casual swing, dozens or even hundreds of fleeing demonic lights vanished like fireworks, radiating a bewitching yet chilling crimson light.
A terrifying figure standing in mid-air—
Sea Lizard Clan's Half-Supreme Lord, Lie Tao!
He glanced indifferently at the ever-exploding blood mist around him, his gaze as if watching ants struggle.
Then it landed on the streaks of light further away, which were desperately burning their life essence and trying to escape into the deep sea or tear through space.
A cruel and contemptuous smile curved his lips as he murmured:
"How dare you, a mere ant, try to escape alive under my very nose?"
This is truly... a delusional fantasy!
Before the murmur ended,
The cold light in Lie Tao's eyes surged, and his killing intent solidified into a tangible form.
"die!"
As a cold, authoritative decree rang out...
A jet-black chain, as thick as a bowl, materialized out of thin air in front of him.
The chains were covered with mysterious and eerie runes, shimmering with a cold metallic luster, and exuding a terrifying aura that imprisoned souls and devoured life force.
"go with!"
The chains let out a piercing shriek and suddenly burst forth.
As it flew out, the main chain instantly split into thousands of thinner, yet equally deadly, black chains.
Like countless venomous snakes with life.
It is like a death arrow released from a bow.
Its speed was so fast that it exceeded the limits of divine sense, and it shot precisely at every fleeing target in all directions!
call out!
Boo hoo hoo-!
Thousands of black streaks of light flashed through the air and disappeared, seemingly merging directly into the void.
When it reappeared, it was already close to those figures who were fleeing for their lives.
boom!
First was a demon lord from the seahorse tribe, whose protective magic weapon and his true form were pierced by a black chain.
It instantly exploded into a cloud of blood mist.
A poignant display of blood blossoms bloomed in the void.
This explosion was like the prelude to death.
Then,
As if triggering a chain reaction, a continuous series of explosions rose and fell.
Deep, muffled or sharp roars echoed across the sky and into the deep sea.
in the void,
One after another, crimson "flowers" burst open;
Beneath the once azure surface, turbulent currents surged, and blood churned, turning large swathes of the sea dark red.
Apparently!
Beneath the surface of the sea, a similarly brutal chase was unfolding.
...(End of this chapter)