Chapter 316: Chapter 314: With a Flick of a Finger, Monsters Turn to Ash

As he spoke in a human tongue, the Power of Laws manifested around the Black Tortoise. He raised his head and roared, shaking the very earth and mountains. Countless monsters were blasted away by his power, instantly turning to ash.

The Black Tortoise was enormous and cumbersome, moving at a turtle’s pace. Yet, every step carried the force of a thunderbolt, blasting away any monster that drew near.

And that wasn’t all. He lifted his head and began to spew water. As he did, rain poured from the heavens, accompanied by thunder and lightning. The flood swept up the Outer Realms Races, drowning them until not even their bones remained.

Vermilion’s voice echoed from the sky.

"Brother Black Tortoise, you’ve gotten really strong!"

The Black Tortoise spoke in a human tongue.

"Sister Phoenix, I’m still a far cry from you. You be careful up there. I’ll leave the monsters in the sky to you, and you can leave this ground-level trash to me. Let’s join forces and crush these little bugs from the Outer Realms."

As Vermilion and the Black Tortoise made their move, Celeste Grant was not idle. She threw herself into the fray, leading her fellow Demon Cultivators against the monsters from the Outer Realms.

"Primordial Sword."

She stretched out her hand. The Immortal Sword, usually worn as a hairpin, shot out of its sheath with a SWOOSH. It grew in size as it flew into Celeste Grant’s grasp.

The ice-blue blade hummed, clearly thrilled. It radiated a powerful battle lust, eager to join her in a rampage.

Celeste Grant raised the sword, gazing at it as she spoke softly. "You’ve been with me for so long, yet no one has truly witnessed your power. Today is your day to shine."

With those words, she channeled her Cultivation into the sword.

With a single swing.

A frigid aura condensed into ice. Wherever the Sword Qi passed, countless monsters were neatly cleaved apart. Others were simply blasted into ash by the force of her Cultivation.

"All Demon Cultivators, attack!"

At her command.

The morale of all her allies surged.

"As the Lady commands! Brothers, charge!"

The Outer Realms Races were many and varied.

Some had humanoid faces, but their bodies were like scorpions. If one of their tails stung you, even a Cultivator would start foaming at the mouth. Without a timely Elixir Pill, the victim would dissolve into a puddle of blood. Then there were the Treants, which had eyes and mouths—gaping, bloody maws filled with sharp teeth. They would swallow living creatures whole, grinding them to a pulp before devouring them.

These invaders also possessed a variety of powerful abilities. Some were impossible to kill by slashing; their bodies would simply reform if cut in two. Others could burrow through the earth, fly through the sky, or possessed immense strength. The Treants could even spit orbs of light that would envelop a person, consuming them and draining their power until only bones remained.

These creatures were physically formidable. Cultivators with weaker Cultivation couldn’t even penetrate the monsters’ hides with their swords.

Celeste Grant’s Cultivation was powerful, and she wielded an Immortal Sword, so for her, cutting them down was still relatively easy.

The Cultivators of the Immortal and Demonic Paths were now locked in a desperate battle for survival against the Outer Realms Races. At first, they had managed to hold their separate formations, but the battle soon devolved into a chaotic melee.

They had no time to check who fought beside them—be it a Cultivator from the Righteous Path or the Demonic Sects. As long as it was a member of Humanity, they were an ally.

Helping one of their own was helping themselves. All that mattered was presenting a united front.

Faced with such a great enemy, they no longer cared who followed the path of Cultivation and who followed Devil Cultivation. They were united by a single resolve: to kill the monsters.

On the battlefield.

Countless monsters were slain.

But countless Cultivators also died brutal deaths.

Watching Cultivators fall one after another, Celeste Grant’s heart ached, regardless of whether they were from the Demonic Sects or the Immortal Sects.

’This was the first time she had truly felt the cruelty of war, both in her past world and this one. The world was never as wonderful as one imagined; it’s just that someone else was always carrying the burden for you. Every peaceful day was bought with the flesh, blood, and bones of ancestors.’

One Cultivator’s hand was bitten off and devoured by a monster, but he didn’t retreat. He swallowed an Elixir Pill to stanch the bleeding, then raised his blade with his one remaining hand and charged back into the fight. He was driven by a single thought: ’I have to survive. My Taoist Companion and our newborn child are waiting for me in the Undercity.’

"Come on, you bastards!"

It wasn’t just them.

Javier Sinclair wasn’t idle either.

His Cultivation was immense.

With a single wave of his hand, tens of thousands from the Outer Realms Race vanished into dust.

Witnessing this, the giant blue monster commanding the battle from above revealed a vicious glint in its eyes. Its three eyes stared fixedly at Javier Sinclair. The monster was enraged at the sight of its kin being slaughtered.

"No, impossible."

"How can this be? Aren’t you just a race from some lesser world? How are you so strong? You worthless slaves dare to slaughter my people? I will see you all dead!"

The Demon Cultivators immediately hurled curses back. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

"You maggots from the Outer Realms can shut your traps! What are you staring at? Do you think you’re worthy of even looking at The Exalted One? So what if you have three eyes? I’ll gouge ’em out one by one and toss ’em in the shitter!"

A nearby Demon Cultivator cackled, "JYEH JYEH JYEH!" and chimed in, "Exactly! Hmph! A pile of dogshit from some backwater corner of the Outer Realms, and you think you’re superior? I spit on you! What gives you the right to be so arrogant? Our Exalted One can turn you all to ash with a flick of his finger!"

"Insolence! You lowly slaves! Damn you! The food dares to fight back? This is rebellion!"

As it spoke, the several-meter-tall blue monster flying in the sky threw a punch toward the Cultivators below. Just as countless Cultivators thought their Divine Souls were about to be annihilated, a powerful force shoved them aside.

It was Javier Sinclair. He had intervened to save them.

At that moment, Javier Sinclair’s gaze locked onto the giant monster in the sky. A flicker of crimson flashed in the depths of his eyes. He extended a hand and spoke with unnerving calm.

"An Outer Realms Race? Truly hideous."

’The sight of these things could blind a man.’

The instant his voice faded and he clenched his fingers into a fist, the giant monster in the sky commanding the attack disintegrated into ash.

But of course, that wasn’t all. In a flash, his figure appeared high in the celestial vault. Javier Sinclair’s Divine Sense blanketed the heavens and the earth, his power locking onto the most formidable of the monster leaders.

With a single wave of his hand, the several-meter-tall Treants, the giant crabs, the massive human-faced scorpions rampaging on the ground, and all the three-eyed blue monsters were instantly obliterated by his power.

At this sight.

The Cultivators from both the Immortal and Demonic Paths erupted in cheers.

The slaughter continued.

At this moment, an elder from the Crimson Sun Sect shouted.

"Crimson Sun Sect Cultivators, on my command! Form the Sword Array!"

Countless Immortal Sect Cultivators pointed their swords to the heavens as their Magic converged. Beneath the Sword Array, monsters were slain in droves.

Of course, they weren’t the only ones displaying their might. The Demon Cultivators were doing the same, tossing out talismans as if they were worthless. The entire battlefield of the Immortal and Demonic Paths rang with thunderous explosions and the agonizing shrieks of monsters...