nyslfriends Chapter 1783 The Current Situation of the Demon Race: Sha Minghong's Determination!
Chapter 1783 The Current Situation of the Demon Race: Sha Minghong's Determination!
"Could it be the legendary fourth-order top-grade large-scale formation?"
It is said that such a formation is powerful enough to reverse the outcome of a major battle!
“There’s a possibility it’s a fourth-order formation,” a tall, thin man chimed in.
"otherwise,
It wouldn't warrant that almost all the usually elusive officials of the temple, including the Minister of Works, would come out to personally supervise the construction.
at this time,
The old man with the aged face slowly shook his head, a deeper doubt flashing in his cloudy eyes:
"Doesn't look like it!"
Although I failed to obtain the orthodox array formation inheritance of my clan, I was fortunate enough to obtain a fragment of the human race's array formation inheritance during a life-or-death battle with human cultivators in my early years.
The tattered scroll happened to contain a rough introduction to fourth-order formations.
In comparison,
Lord Situ instructed us to imprint the basic array patterns on the core of the spiritual materials.
Its complexity and exquisite structure
Even the energy circuits contained within each rune unit are hundreds of times more complex and profound than the description of that human race's fourth-order formation!
He paused, lowering his voice even further, almost as a whisper:
"More importantly..."
I have compared them repeatedly, and a considerable portion of the patterns and energy nodes in the arrays we have imprinted...
It bears an astonishing resemblance to an ancient spiritual restriction involving spatial power mentioned in the fragments of the human race's inheritance!
Upon hearing this, a usually taciturn cultivator with scales on his face couldn't help but speak up:
"Now that you mention it, I remember."
I once obtained several bone fragments containing information about demon formations from the remains of a demon formation master on the battlefield.
The array patterns I was previously responsible for branding did indeed match the rhythm and structure described on the bone fragments, which were used for long-distance sensing, and even...
The summoning and sensing of demonic spirits shares some similarities with this technique!
"Spatial...sensing...summoning?"
The group exchanged glances, each seeing a deep shock and a barely perceptible hint of fear in the other's eyes.
The possibilities these words, when put together, point to sent chills down the spines of cultivators of their level.
however,
Just as these whispers were about to ignite a wider commotion and speculation—
"Humph!"
A cold snort exploded in their ears like a thunderclap, accompanied by a sudden, suffocating pressure.
Suddenly, a stern-faced, blood-red-robed Situ from the Purgatory Clan appeared behind them.
Those emotionless, blood-red eyes, like the sharpest blade, slowly swept over the group of people gathered together.
"What are you doing?"
Have you finished all the work?
"They have so much free time to gather here and make a ruckus!"
Situ's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling coldness that pierced straight to the soul.
"Don't forget, these altars were built under orders from the temple headquarters, and they are related to the fate of the clan!"
If your negligence delays the construction and the formation cannot be completed on schedule...
You should be well aware of the consequences; they cannot be resolved simply by death.
The few cultivators gathered together were immediately terrified, their backs instantly soaked with cold sweat.
They scattered hastily, forcing the most humble and fearful smiles on their faces, bowing repeatedly:
"Understood! Understood! Lord Situ, please calm your anger!"
"We absolutely dare not delay the construction schedule, we will work as fast as we can to catch up!"
"Rest assured, sir, the assigned tasks will be completed within the stipulated timeframe!"
"···"
Watching the group dart back to their posts like startled rabbits and bustle about, the blood-robed Situ coldly withdrew his gaze.
The figure flickered,
He disappeared once again into the bustling construction site, leaving behind only endless pressure and fear that lingered in everyone's hearts.
In this tense, oppressive, and mysterious atmosphere...
Over the canyon,
The dark red light curtain resembled a giant eye, coldly watching everything below.
While tens of thousands of cultivators from the Purgatory Clan were secretly constructing an altar of unknown purpose, expending vast amounts of spiritual materials...
···
The vast and boundless True Dragon Sea is also being swept away by an unprecedented storm.
The situation, like a taut bowstring, became increasingly sharp, ready to explode at any moment.
The once vibrant and diverse underwater world is now a scene of chaos and desolation.
Visibly, countless races, from royal families with ancient traditions to small tribes living in remote corners,
They were all filled with terror, dragging their families along, riding various escape lights, magical artifacts, and even enormous tamed sea beasts, forming torrents of despair.
They desperately migrated towards the sea area controlled by the legendary Xuan Turtle Clan, which was said to still be able to maintain peace.
This migration wave was unprecedented in scale, with colorful schools of fish mixed together with demons of all shapes and sizes. They had long lost their former territorial boundaries and were left only with the instinct for survival.
Among this massive migrating procession, one could clearly see creatures such as the Sword-Bone Spirit Fish Clan, whose bodies were like swords, whose bones shone with a sharp, piercing aura.
And the figures of renowned royal families such as the Crystal Horn Clan, with their crystalline horns and ability to control the power of water.
Even some of the most powerful and reclusive clans, who usually live in seclusion, have set aside their arrogance and mingled among the fleeing crowds, standing out conspicuously.
The power structure of the entire True Dragon Sea is undergoing a radical shift.
The atmosphere in a long migration line composed of a diverse mix of races was extremely oppressive.
Urging voices, the cries of cubs, the panting of someone whose magic is exhausted;
The sounds of worry and discussion intertwined, composing a lament for the rise and fall of a race.
One of the elderly men, with scales on his forehead and a slightly weakened aura, was the chieftain of a small tribe.
He was shouting at the top of his lungs, and his voice carried on the ocean currents:
"quick!
Everyone, hurry up!
Don't be stingy with your magical power; use all the pills and talismans that can accelerate your progress!
Now is not the time to save money!
otherwise--"
He glanced back at the dark sea behind him, a sea that seemed to lurk with endless killing intent, his voice trembling with fear.
"Once the vanguard of the Black Tiger Shark Clan catches up, we...we will all die!"
An elder from the clan immediately chimed in, his voice hoarse:
"The clan chief is right!"
You've probably all heard how terrifying the Black Tiger Shark clan is!
The Seahorse Clan! That's a powerful clan with a half-Saint level expert in charge!
And what was the result? From top to bottom, from the ancestors to the newborn cubs, they were all slaughtered without even a chance to surrender!
So stop having any illusions, Black Spirit Tiger Shark Clan...
They don't want prisoners at all; they won't leave us any way out!
These words elicited a chorus of suppressed cries and a desperate surge of magical power from those around them.
A young demon's voice trembled with tears:
"Yes, they are too cruel..."
This is tantamount to wiping out the very foundation of our entire race!
Within the massive migration procession...
As they traveled, a more knowledgeable cultivator from another race couldn't help but ask his companion a long-held question:
"Chieftain, the Black Spirit Tiger Shark Clan... while strong in the past, was merely one of the top clans."
How could they have wiped out the Golden Dragon Clan and the Sea Serpent Clan in such a short time? Those were equally powerful and top-tier clans!
How could their strength have increased so dramatically?
The clan leader, whose name was being questioned, looked grave and lowered his voice as he said:
"This matter..."
I do know a little bit of the inside story.
It is said that our demon race's Nascent Soul stage demon lords, who went to the Forbidden Sea in search of opportunities... have probably all perished in that desolate place!
"What?!" The surrounding cultivators who had pricked up their ears all gasped in shock.
“That’s exactly right,” the clan chief continued.
"The Black Spirit Tiger Shark Clan was originally slightly stronger, but it was still on par with other top clans."
But precisely during this sensitive period of transition, one of their princes successfully broke through the barrier and entered the realm of Nascent Soul!
It has become the current public face of the True Dragon Sea...
The only Demon Lord-level being!
He paused, his tone filled with helplessness:
"One side has respect, the other does not; this gap is an insurmountable chasm."
That's why the Black Spirit Tiger Shark Clan dared to launch such a reckless expedition; they were determined to seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and dominate the entire True Dragon Sea!
At this time,
Another voice, with its last hope, asked:
"That's not right!
With the Black Tiger Shark Clan making such a big move, aren't they afraid that the human race, who are just across the sea, will take advantage of the situation and invade?
Aren't they worried about being the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind?
The clan chief, who had previously offered his explanation, gave a bitter laugh and then dropped an even more despairing bombshell:
"According to reliable sources, none of the human Nascent Soul cultivators who went to the Forbidden Sea have returned yet."
Their fate will most likely be... no different from that of our demon lords.
Upon hearing this, the surroundings fell into an instant of deathly silence, with only the sound of flowing water and heavy breathing remaining.
The last glimmer of hope for external checks and balances has also been extinguished.
A young voice, choked with sobs, rang out, voicing the deepest fear in the hearts of all the fugitives:
"With a Demon Lord now in charge, the Black Spirit Tiger Shark Clan is unstoppable..."
What's the point of us migrating to the territory of the Xuan Turtle Clan like stray dogs?
"Can the Xuan Turtle Clan... withstand a Demon Lord?"
This question silenced the team once again.
After a long silence, a more composed voice finally answered:
"I don't know... Perhaps the Xuan Turtle Clan, which has always kept a low profile, has a deeper foundation than we imagine, and possesses some trump card that is enough to resist the Demon Lord?"
Otherwise, the clan leader and the other officials would not have unanimously decided to migrate to the sea area ruled by the Xuan Turtle Clan.
This might be our...only way out.
"That makes sense..."
"I hope so..."
"Go quickly, stop thinking about it!"
The low murmurs were drowned out by more urgent urging, and the migrating procession once again moved forward in silence and despair.
Similar conversations and scenes filled with panic, speculation, and despair are constantly playing out throughout the vast Zhenlong Sea.
From deep ocean trenches to vibrant coral cities,
From fiery underwater volcanoes to cold, dark abyssal plains, panic spread like a plague.
Obviously,
After the Black Spirit Tiger Shark Clan swiftly annihilated the powerful Golden Dragon Clan, their ambition and actions to conquer the world could no longer be completely concealed.
And when news of other powerful clans' ancestral lands being breached and massacred in a very short period of time spread like wildfire...
Such a massive action completely exposed itself to the eyes of all races.
The Black Tiger Shark Clan's ambition to dominate the True Dragon Sea, with the principle of "those who submit will prosper and those who resist will perish," is now blatantly obvious.
The instinct for racial inheritance compels the remaining forces to band together for mutual support.
Despite the slim chances, the situation in the True Dragon Sea is inevitably moving towards a united front of all threatened races.
The direction of their joint efforts to confront the newly rising behemoth, the Black Tiger Shark Clan, is evolving in a difficult and hasty manner.
However, this hastily formed alliance...
How long can it withstand the absolute power of a newly promoted demon lord?
No one knows!
now!
The entire True Dragon Sea was shrouded in the shadow of destruction.
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at the same time.
Deep within a dark, deep trench in the True Dragon Sea...
In stark contrast to the bustling and chaotic migration in the distance, there was a suffocating stillness.
There are indeed "residents" here.
Rows of enormous warships, as large as mountains, hovered silently in the icy water.
The hull was cast from some dark metal, engraved with a ferocious tiger shark totem, which gleamed with a cold, eerie light under the faint phosphorescence of the seabed.
These warships stood motionless, like a group of black reefs quietly growing on the seabed.
It was like a lurking beast, exuding a chilling and murderous aura.
Yes,
This well-disciplined and menacing army is none other than the expeditionary force of the Black Spirit Tiger Shark clan, which has stirred up the towering waves of the True Dragon Sea!
At the very center of this fleet of warships
A particularly enormous chariot, its entire body shrouded in dark gold runes, was guarded like a king.
Inside the chariot, the space was vast and the decorations were luxurious and majestic. A towering figure sat on a throne made from the skull of an unknown behemoth.
His aura was restrained, yet he seemed to merge with the entire deep sea, and the invisible pressure made the space inside the chariot feel slightly viscous.
This is the current patriarch of the Black Spirit Tiger Shark Clan – Shark Minghong.
at this time……
A streak of dark light, like a nimble fish, silently darted out from an outer warship and accurately struck the central chariot.
In a blink of an eye,
As the dark light dissipated, an old man dressed in a black robe, with a weathered face but sharp eyes like a hawk, appeared. He respectfully landed in front of the chariot and knelt on one knee.
Although he was also a powerful figure at the Half-Saint realm, he appeared exceptionally humble in front of Shark Minghong.
"Reporting to the clan leader, intelligence from the front indicates the plan is proceeding smoothly!" The old man's voice was deep and clear.
"As the clan leader predicted, the remnants of the top races from all sides, as well as those who are ignorant of the times and unwilling to submit to our race, are migrating in droves to the Abyss Sea controlled by the Xuan Turtle Clan."
It seems they intend to band together for mutual support and put up a stubborn resistance.
We humbly request the clan chief's instructions on the next course of action for the army!
Upon hearing this, Shark Minghong, who was sitting on the throne, slowly opened his eyes.
Those were a pair of eerie, cold eyes, with what seemed like a sea of blood rising and falling deep within their pupils.
He glanced indifferently at the bowing elder before him, his lips parted slightly, and uttered only one word:
"Wait."
...(End of this chapter)