Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal?-Chapter 220: Breaking the Formation!
Chapter 220: Breaking the Formation!
As the news of Zhang Yibai, the master of the True Martial Holy Land, going missing spread across the Grand Secret Realm, the battle at the ruins of the great sect inside the Lesser Secret Realm had reached its climax.
Thanks to the relentless efforts of the cultivators, even while struggling against the weakening effects of the formation, they managed to push the front lines all the way to the bronze gate. At this moment, the number of demonic cultivator remains guarding the entrance had dwindled to just a few.
This was largely due to Song Chiyue leading the charge from the start, and later, Qin Luofeng entering from outside the formation. His terrifying Sword Intent of the Void had significantly relieved the pressure on the sect disciples.
"Heh, just some mere demonic cultivator remains, nothing special at all..." Standing before the bronze gate, several sect disciples sneered at the remaining five demonic shadows. "Only a few left inside. With our numbers, we could easily crush them even if we just threw ourselves at them!"
"Fellow Daoist Li is absolutely right. These slightly stronger demonic cultivator remains are only at the peak of the Golden Core stage. With us here, along with Fairy Song and Daoist Qin, taking them down should be no trouble at all~"
Just as everyone was boasting, Song Chiyue and Qin Luofeng's expressions darkened.
Qin Luofeng looked up at the surging blood clouds above, his fingers tightening around the scabbard in his grip, making a cracking sound.
Inside the sealing formation, the remains of countless demonic cultivators were crumbling inch by inch. Black flames rose between the bones, turning them to dust before they even hit the ground.
All that pure demonic energy was rushing toward the six demonic shadows lurking behind the bronze gate—converging like rivers into the sea. Their twisted silhouettes rapidly solidified before everyone's eyes, ancient blood-red demonic patterns flickering in and out of existence, as if an ancient beast was about to break free from its cage.
"Song Chiyue, how much longer until Huikong's injuries heal?" Qin Luofeng pressed down on his trembling sword case, his brow furrowed with concern.
"Qin Luofeng, what's the point of questioning me?" Song Chiyue snorted. "I wasn't the one who injured Huikong. His wounds are severe, and I've already ordered my subordinates to focus on healing him. If you think it's too slow, how about this—you deal with the demonic cultivator remains inside the bronze gate, and I'll go heal Huikong instead?"
Qin Luofeng glanced at the base of the bronze pillar.
Three disciples from the Jade Pool Sect sat cross-legged around Monk Huikong, their faces solemn as they channeled energy into him, attempting to expel the poison from his body.
"If you heal Huikong, how long will it take?" Qin Luofeng asked.
"One incense stick of time," Song Chiyue replied flatly.
"Fine!" Qin Luofeng slapped his sword case.
With a sharp clang, the Yin-Yang Twin Swords unsheathed and landed in his hands.
"One incense stick!" His voice rang out like clashing metal. Before he even finished speaking, he had already turned into a streak of light, rushing thirty meters forward.
Inside the bronze gate, a surge of purple-black demonic flames erupted. The six demonic shadows now bore the markings of ancient demons.
Two of them locked eyes with Qin Luofeng, their pupils igniting into swirling crimson vortexes.
One held a demonic sword.
The other wielded a blood-red scythe.
As soon as they landed, the stone tiles within a hundred-meter radius shattered into crimson sand.
A foul wind swept through, carrying the pressure of the Nascent Soul realm, engulfing the battlefield.
Over a hundred sect disciples in the vicinity immediately coughed up blood and stumbled backward, their faces filled with utter shock.
This shouldn't be possible.
The Lesser Secret Realm prohibited any cultivator above the Nascent Soul stage from entering—anyone of that level would be forcibly expelled.
Because of that, everyone had always assumed that nothing inside the Lesser Secret Realm could surpass the Nascent Soul stage.
But now... Nascent Soul-level demonic cultivator remains had appeared!
Right before their eyes, the remains had broken through from the peak of the Golden Core stage to the Nascent Soul realm!
In an instant, all their arrogance and confidence shattered like glass.
Qin Luofeng barely dodged in time, but the demonic energy sheared off three inches of his black hair. As the severed strands scattered in the wind, his speed abruptly increased.
The Yin-Yang Twin Swords crossed, carving out a path of alternating light and darkness.
The moment his sword aura clashed with the demonic energy—
Boom!
The entire underground palace trembled violently, sending shattered tiles and debris flying in all directions.
Watching Qin Luofeng charge into the bronze gate, Song Chiyue's lips curled into a barely noticeable smirk.
She adjusted her long dress, then walked over to Monk Huikong and sat down beside him, beginning to channel her energy.
Huikong opened his eyes slightly. For a brief moment, their gazes met, and without words, they understood each other.
Some sect disciples began fleeing in fear.
Others, braver ones, stayed behind to support Qin Luofeng.
And among them, a small figure surged against the tide, charging straight toward the bronze gate.
【Are you out of your mind? Six Nascent Soul-level demonic cultivator remains!】
At Mo Shumei's waist, her demonic blade trembled violently.
【Six Nascent Soul demonic cultivators would be bad enough, but even if they don't target you first because you're a demonic cultivator, Qin Luofeng is still there! He’ll cut you down like one of them!】
"Shut up!" Mo Shumei's eyes locked onto one of the demonic remains that had yet to awaken.
That one held a black saber, and within its rising demonic energy, a terrifying saber aura surged toward the sky.
That saber aura...
It was exactly the same as the technique she practiced!
More importantly, she could sense the presence of the Great Sorrow Sutra on that demonic cultivator!
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Only by continuing to cultivate the Great Sorrow Sutra could she suppress the demonic blade.
She refused to become its puppet.
For freedom.
For survival.
So what if she had to risk her life?
【Put me down! I don’t want to die with you!】
"You have to help me!" Mo Shumei gripped the blade tightly, increasing her speed.
She had already broken away from the crowd, weaving past Qin Luofeng and the two battling demonic remains, charging directly into the bronze gate.
【Help my ass!】
"If you don’t help, I’ll send you to meet your damn father right now!"
Mo Shumei pointed her saber straight at the yet-to-awaken demonic cultivator.
This was her only chance—before it regained consciousness.
She had to make Soul Abyss unsheathe.
【I don’t have a damn father!】 Soul Abyss struggled.
"Then I’ll send you to the Sword Pavilion instead!"
Sching!
With a sharp clang, Soul Abyss was forcibly unsheathed.
The underground palace echoed with the wails of a thousand tormented souls.
The chains wrapped around the blade shattered inch by inch, and a blood-colored tide, thick like the waters of the underworld, surged from the scabbard, slowly engulfing the entire saber.
The terrifying demonic aura even made Qin Luofeng, mid-battle, momentarily breathless.
But he had no time to look back. The relentless attacks of the demonic remains left him no room to breathe.
Even with all his talents and trump cards, against two Nascent Soul-level opponents, he was barely holding on.
His only hope was for Huikong to awaken and resolve the formation.
Or at the very least—break it open.
…
At the edge of the formation, Xu An had already set up the Three Talents Sword Formation in secret.
"The time has come!"
With the demonic energy being drawn into the bronze gate, the formation was at its weakest.
This was his moment.
Xu An bit the tip of his tongue, spitting blood onto the array disk.
"Break!"
