Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon!-Chapter 487 - 320: The Early Detonated Decisive Battle (First Update)

Chapter 487: Chapter 320: The Early Detonated Decisive Battle (First Update)

“Whether you can kill me or not, it’s not for you to say.”

Su Jie spoke, his gaze shifting past Wei Ji to what loomed behind him.

Above the sky dome, three massive Flying Magical Boats appeared, casting long shadows.

On the boats stood a multitude of Righteous Cultivators, mostly Array Masters, who would operate the Attack Formations on the boats. Flanking the boats were dozens of spiritual beasts, such as the White Jade Spirit Butterfly, the Dream Nether Deer, the Eight-winged Ice Phoenix, the Red Cloud Sky Bird, and others, serving as the boats’ guards. These spiritual beasts were mostly raised by Elders and possessed formidable fighting strength.

The three boats all belonged to Guan Chao Pavilion, and only the rich and powerful Guan Chao Pavilion could afford to maintain them.

At the forefront of each boat stood men and women with hands behind their backs, exuding a profound presence. All of them were Secret Realm Elders, numbering over a hundred in total—this represented the entire core strength dispatched by the Five Sects.

In addition to the enemies in the sky, on the ground, at the end of the horizon, a dense mass of Righteous Cultivators appeared.

Guan Chao Pavilion, Golden Sword Sect, Purple Mist Sect, Dragon and Tiger Sect, Miao Yin Temple—disciples from these five Righteous Sects formed five great formations. Inner disciples mostly operated independently, while disciples below the Sixth Level of Yunling Realm mostly moved in groups, relying on numbers to ensure their combat strength.

A staggering horde of fifty to sixty thousand enemies approached in an overwhelming tide, and as far as the eye could see, there were heads everywhere.

Especially in view were the cultivators with cultivation radiating from their bodies.

That momentum was almost enough to topple mountains and raze seas, giving people goosebumps.

And behind Su Jie, an equally massive army was also converging.

Roars! Hisses! Neighs!

With various roars, huge Flying Poisonous Insects emerged from the clouds.

Elders from Ghost Ridge Palace either stood atop the gigantic insects in small groups or flew in through the swarming Insect Cloud.

On the ground, thirty thousand Ghost Ridge Palace Disciples crossed mountains and valleys, controlling a vast number of poisonous insects, forming a dense sea of insects that swarmed in like waves.

Because of the clash between Su Jie and Wei Ji, when word reached the rear, both sides sent reinforcements.

Once both sides realized that the other was sending additional forces, they continued to dispatch more troops in an attempt to overpower the other.

As a result, the battle that had been brewing finally ignited prematurely.

Su Jie looked back and saw familiar high-ranking individuals such as Zhang Junwei, Taoist Qiu, and Tang Peiqing in his line of sight.

Among the swarming Ghost Ridge Palace Disciples, Su Jie also recognized the pupils of the Puppet Hall.

They followed Zhu Zhangqi, bringing a batch of Combat Puppets, who took Rocket Artillery out of their Storage Bags and hurried to the Volcano Plain.

The distance between the two sides continued to shrink, and the breaths of the cultivators became more rapid, their expressions growing increasingly solemn.

Finally, the two forces stopped ten kilometers apart, the murderous aura of battle permeating the entire battlefield. The sounds from the swarm of insects and spiritual beasts caused hearts to flutter, while gazes of tension, panic, anger, hatred, and excitement appeared on the disciples. Some feared war, while others reveled in it.

“Ghost Ridge Palace of the Demon Sect, are you prepared for your downfall today?”

The majestic voice came from one of the Magic Boats, as Elder Zhuang Liangru of Guan Chao Pavilion looked down sternly. The immense Spiritual Power fluctuations spread far and wide, turning the white clouds blue—as though a vast blue ocean floated in the sky. The sea-like Spiritual Power transformed into Heavenly Might, the vibrating air suppressing the void, as if at any moment, the upside-down ocean in the sky would come crashing down, obliterating all directions.

“Our Ghost Ridge Palace’s lineage has continued for a thousand years. You dare to speak of ‘obliteration’ with just a few sects? Today, I shall ensure you come with a return ticket for none.”

Zhang Junwei stood atop a Flying Poisonous Insect, his eyes shining brightly. His piercing gaze fixed on Zhuang Liangru, and the nearby clouds transformed into Cloud Mist poisonous insects, spreading like a legion of insects, adding a layer of terror to the sight.

The clash of might between two Taoist Platform Realm cultivators created various phantasms of Heavenly Might, and this display of individual strength instilled both fear and longing in many disciples witnessing it for the first time.

“How arrogant.”

A trace of mockery flashed in Zhuang Liangru’s eyes. He was already aware of Ghost Ridge Palace’s trump card—their alliance with Heavenly Soul Sect to launch a pincer attack.

Compared to the Five Righteous Sects, which each sent only a fraction of their forces, Ghost Ridge Palace and Heavenly Soul Sect had both committed fully, resulting in a very close comparison of strength. Had they been caught off guard by a surprise attack, they could indeed have been thrown into disarray and danger.

However, Zhuang Liangru had been forewarned by Wei Ji, so naturally, he was prepared. Ghost Ridge Palace was doomed to fail today.

Thinking this, Zhuang Liangru raised his right hand, about to issue the command to begin the war, when Wei Ji suddenly spoke.

“Elder Zhuang, I have yet to settle the score with this devil. May I ask for your permission to deal with him first?”

Wei Ji’s voice projected as he looked at Zhuang Liangru with earnest and self-assured eyes.

All eyes turned to Wei Ji, who made such a request at this time. Everyone could sense the confidence in his bones.

“Go on, take down the head of that Demon Cultivator as a war trophy.”

Zhuang Liangru gazed at Wei Ji for a few seconds, well aware of his own prodigy’s strength. He did not believe Su Jie was a match for Wei Ji, even if the latter was also an Immortal Seed.

If Wei Ji could defeat Su Jie, it would undoubtedly be a good omen for the war, greatly demoralizing and suppressing Ghost Ridge Palace’s morale, ensuring a decisive victory in the war without any suspense.

“Su Jie, do you dare to fight?”

Wei Ji turned around, his voice booming like a bell, and his Spiritual Power erupted like a torrential river.

In his left hand, he clutched the Purple Jade Wind Umbrella, the handle inlaid with Purple Jade, and the canopy woven from millennia-old true silk, emblazoned with patterns of the void.

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