Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 1092 Stabilize

At the very center of the Black Wings, a group of figures imprisoned by demonic light floated in mid-air.

Those were several clan elders from the Yunyi clan who were in charge.

Their silver wings had been broken off at the root, and what gushed from the cuts was not blood, but thick black magic liquid.

The magic liquid flowed down their tattered wings, dripping onto the wings of their people below, each drop turning more of the silvery white into pitch black.

The demonic light coiled around their bodies like chains, the chains covered in barbs that pierced deep into their flesh with each contraction.

The faces of the elders were contorted, blood gushing from their mouths and noses, and the remaining divine glory within them was being devoured inch by inch by demonic energy.

Their lips were moving, as if they were reciting something.

That is the protective incantation passed down through generations of the Yunyi clan.

But before the incantation could be uttered, it was crushed in his throat by demonic energy.

One.

One.

again.

The elders' breaths ceased one after another, their bodies turning into minced meat under the pressure of the demonic chains, scattering from the sky.

Before the minced meat even hit the ground, it turned into black ash in the demonic energy and was scattered by the wind.

Meanwhile, on the ancestral land of the Yunyi clan, those golden-armored phantoms that had guarded the land for countless millennia were uttering their final lamentations.

The golden-armored phantom was thousands of feet tall and was once the guardian deity of the Yunyi clan. Each one was formed from the will of the clan leaders of each generation.

But at this moment, dark purple demonic light, like poisonous vines, climbed upwards from the phantom's feet.

The golden armor peeled away piece by piece under the erosion of the demonic light, revealing the empty void beneath.

The armor plates turned into dust as they fell.

The demonic light seeped into the phantom's body through the seams of its armor, gradually turning the golden core into an inky black.

As the last ray of golden light was swallowed up, the golden armored phantoms simultaneously opened their eyes.

The protective majesty was gone from his eyes; only an empty, chilling, demonic glint remained.

They slowly turned around, facing the direction of Tianyuan City, and uttered low, demonic words.

The sound was like ancient ice grinding in an abyss, each syllable sending chills down one's spine.

The former guardian deity has been reduced to a vanguard demon general of the underworld.

A thousand-foot-tall demonic shadow stood between heaven and earth, echoing the vast black ocean of wings in the sky.

At the very forefront of this vast ocean, the patriarch of the Yunyi clan stood suspended in mid-air.

His silver-white armor had turned dark purple, and the clan emblem on the armor was covered by magic patterns, with only a wisp of silver light remaining at the edge.

The wisp of silver light struggled incessantly under the influence of demonic energy, flickering uncertainly like a candle in the wind.

His wings were the largest, spanning hundreds of feet when spread out.

Each feather was jet black, with a purplish-black magical light flowing around its edges.

Magical light flowed across the surface of the wings, breathing like a living thing.

He held a long spear in his hand, the shaft of which was also tainted by demonic energy, the originally silver-white blade now as black as ink.

A point of eerie purple light condensed at the tip of the spear, the light so deep it seemed to absorb all the surrounding light.

He looked down at his hands.

The magical patterns on the back of his hand spread upwards along the blood vessels, and had already climbed to his shoulder blade.

The protective oath patterns once engraved on my wrist were crushed one by one by the demonic runes.

The remaining divine glory emitted a dying cry within its body, before being engulfed by an even more surging demonic energy.

He raised his head.

Those eyes, once filled with the clarity of the sky, now burned only with dark purple demonic flames.

What overflowed from his eyes was not tears, but a purplish-black demonic liquid that trickled down his cheeks and condensed into beads on his chin.

His lips moved slightly, as if he were saying something.

Perhaps it was the clan motto of the Yunyi clan.

Perhaps it was a confession to his clansmen.

Perhaps it is a questioning of the Heavenly Dao.

But in the end, his expression returned to its indifferent state.

Only deep within his eyes, a barely perceptible glimmer of silver light flickered unconsciously.

It wasn't his will that was holding on. It was the deepest instinct within the Yunyi clan's bloodline that was resisting.

But that instinct was too weak, so weak that it was completely swallowed up by the demonic flames in the next second.

He raised his spear, the tip pointing directly at Tianyuan City.

Behind them, tens of millions of Cloudwing Clan members simultaneously spread their wings.

Black wings stretched out in a continuous line, blotting out the sky and casting a shadow of despair over the entire battlefield.

The clan chief spoke, his voice hoarse like a broken gong, yet it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

"Yunyi clan——"

"punish."

The word fell.

Millions of black wings flapped simultaneously, like a black tsunami crashing down from the sky and surging towards Tianyuan City.

Tianyuan City.

On the city wall, Yue Qing held his sword horizontally in front of him, staring at the descending black wings.

The sheer force of the millions of Cloudwing clansmen rushing down was neither a tidal wave nor a torrential downpour.

It's like the whole sky has collapsed.

Under the cover of black wings, the firelight on the city wall dimmed a bit.

Behind him, a young soldier's hand was trembling as he gripped his gun, the barrel of which tapped against the battlement with a faint clattering sound.

"Stay calm." Yue Qing didn't turn around, his voice very low.

The soldier stopped trembling.

When the Blackwing Vanguard was less than three hundred feet from the city wall, the Cloudwing Clan Chief pointed his spear forward.

Without any further commands, the Blackwing Clan members behind him simultaneously drew their bows.

The sound of the bowstrings blended into a dull hum, like the earth sighing.

Dark purple arrows rained down like a storm!

The demonic energy attached to the arrows left long trails as they flew, turning half the sky dark purple.

The defensive formations on the city wall lit up instantly.

The golden light curtain collided with the rain of arrows, exploding into a shower of sparks.

The light screen trembled violently, and the array patterns in several locations began to flicker.

Those key points of the formation were the most severely damaged during the months-long siege by the Demon Realm army, and they had not yet been fully repaired.

"Repair the array's core!"

The voice of Venerable Qing Shuang came from the direction of the Star Observatory.

Xuanjue stood on the city wall without moving.

He raised his right hand and tapped his five fingers in the air several times.

With each tap of his finger, a golden array pattern flew out from his fingertip, precisely patching the spot where the light barrier was about to shatter.

His movements were slow, even leisurely, but each time he reinforced the formation, it was precisely at the intervals between the arrow barrages.

"Mysterious clarity. Clouds and mist."

Xuanjue didn't turn his head.

Xuanqing drew his sword.

The moment the Frosty Ancient Sword was drawn, an icy blue sword curtain swept diagonally upwards from the city wall, slicing through the incoming rain of arrows.

The broken arrows froze in mid-air and fell to the ground.

The radiant glow of the Cloud Fairy followed closely behind, with thousands of crimson rays, like threads, penetrating the gaps in the black-winged formation, precisely entangled the arrows that tried to bypass the sword curtain, and shredded them into dust.

"Qing Shuang, the defense of the eastern city is yours." Xuan Jue continued to give orders. "Chi Yang, the west. Xing Heng, the south. Yun Ji, the north. Each of you lead your troops and defend the city walls to the death. Let their corpses pile up below the city walls, layer upon layer."

"Order!"

The four venerable ones responded simultaneously, transforming into four streams of light that shot towards the four city walls.

When the Crimson Sun Venerable landed on the west city wall, the first wave of Blackwing Clan's charge had already crashed into the city wall.

The moment his feet touched the ground, crimson energy surged around him, like a blazing sun setting over the city wall.

The dozens of Blackwing Clan members at the forefront were struck head-on by this powerful energy. Before they could even scream, they were reduced to ashes in the crimson light. (End of Chapter)