Cultivation: When you take things to the extreme Chapter 319: 211: Raid_2

Chapter 319: Chapter 211: Raid_2

Le Family Castle, within the hall, Taoist Zhu Yang finished making arrangements, then waved to dismiss everyone, leaving only Li Suhong by his side.

Li Suhong stood by, her words faltering at the sight of Zhu Yang’s pale face and the sweat that faintly glistened on his skin.

Sensing her gaze, Zhu Yang turned his head and looked at her with a cold eye, “Have you done what I asked you to do?”

“…”

Li Suhong fell silent for a moment and finally said, “I’ve tried to collect as much as possible, but there are too few children…”

“Then use the teenagers!”

Zhu Yang let out a low roar, bloodshot eyes betraying none of the carefree attitude he once had, only sheer hysterical madness remained.

Desperation drove him, the instinct to survive turned to hysteria, a stark contrast to his former self.

To this, Li Suhong could only remain silent.

After the Le Family’s main force came ashore, not only did they plunder the surroundings and gather resources for survival, they also did one other thing.

That was abducting people!

Young boys and girls, teenagers.

All were young children, some even infants in swaddling clothes.

Mortals, because they didn’t understand martial arts, didn’t practice qi cultivation techniques, couldn’t actively refine demonic qi, so the older they were, the deeper the demonic qi in their bodies, the more tainted they were, and thus utterly worthless for major purposes.

Only children and teenagers, whose demonic qi had not yet taken root deeply, held some value.

Even then, it was just a mere fraction; to be of great use, they still needed to accumulate in small amounts until there was a quantitative change that led to a qualitative transformation.

Therefore, after landing, aside from collecting resources, the Le Family also went everywhere to snatch young children and teenagers.

Not just the Le Family, but all forces were doing the same.

Otherwise, the Demon Catastrophe had only begun less than half a day ago, and even with the contamination and mutation by demonic qi, the situation should not have deteriorated to this extent.

They, the Le Family, along with all the other forces, had worsened the situation.

But they had no choice.

The Demon Realm had formed, sealing the heavens and creating a deathly isolation.

To survive in this desperate situation, to get through the Demon Catastrophe, they had no choice but to be ruthless.

Pity for others was cruelty to oneself.

No one cared about the bigger picture because their own survival was the biggest picture.

Being alive was more important than anything else!

Everyone had no choice, and Li Suhong was no exception.

But now, she couldn’t help but have a thought.

“Master!”

Looking at the pale-faced, restless Taoist Zhu Yang, Li Suhong hesitated for a while, but ultimately she still spoke up, “Can we… make it out alive?”

“…”

Zhu Yang turned his head to look at her, and then surprising her, he laughed, stretching his lips into a crazed arc, “Yes, for sure, your teacher promises you that I will take you out of here alive!”

“…”

Li Suhong was silent, wordless, her hand gripping her sword involuntarily tightened until her knuckles turned white.

Her master was somewhat mad, no, it was fair to say that in this world, all cultivators were somewhat mad.

This world—was sick!

Everyone was sick, severely sick, utterly desperate.

Being part of it, suffering from its illness, what could she do?

How she wished this was just a nightmare, one that could end upon waking up…

“Boom!”

Her chaotic thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a loud rumbling sound.

Li Suhong’s pupils contracted as she looked up.

Taoist Zhu Yang, startled and furious, hurled a palmful of fiery Violent Sun True Fire, directly engulfing the hall’s roof.

“Boom!!!”

The rumble resonated all around, thunderbolts descended like pillars.

The Violent Sun True Fire flared out, but couldn’t withstand the Thunderbolt’s Might; the red flames were instantly swallowed by the bright silver lightning.

“Bang!”

In the thunder’s explosion, a figure was thrown out, slamming against the wall hard and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

It was none other than Taoist Zhu Yang.

“Thunder Series techniques?”

“So pure?”

“How is that possible!”

Shocked beyond words, with his internal organs suffering intense pain, it felt as if his insides were churning violently, threatening to burst out.

The Five Thunder Righteous Skills, the nemesis of demonic qi, even more formidable than refining demonic true fire, had a destructive impact on the physical body beyond imagination.

Although his physical body was deeply rooted in demonic qi, it was still a vessel for traversing the world, the cradle of life.

He was only at the Foundation Establishment level, not at the Golden Core, nor the Nascent Soul, let alone a “Corpse Resolution Immortal!”

Having not cut off the Demon Fetus and forsaken the capabilities of his flesh, this suppression of demonic qi was a suppression against him, a sharp and severe harm.

Unbearable, extreme agony!

And because of this, even more incomprehensible.

Thunder Series, Thunder Series, such pure Thunder Series!

Could it be the Corpse Resolution Immortal?

Yet the Corpse Resolution Immortal is a revered figure in the world, so why would they appear here so silently, and launch a sneak attack on a mere Foundation Establishment Cultivator like him?

It does not make sense, it just does not make sense, it does not make sense at all.

But at this life-and-death juncture, Zhu Yang had no time to think too much, and with great effort suppressed the pain in his body, he propped himself up and fled outward.

The Thunder Series was incredibly strong, and with three thousand considered supreme, it even bore the power to eradicate evil and slay demons, he was in no way a match for it.

Unless…

A thought arose, only to be suppressed in the next instant.

Zhu Yang clenched his teeth, stumbled forward, and with the mana in his body surging, he was about to engage the Escape Light.

But unexpectedly…

“Boom!”

A thunderous explosion roared like a bolt from the blue, striking directly at him from above.

Zhu Yang’s pupils constricted, his body trembled, the mana within him abruptly shifted, and flared into a fiery shield.

However, as thunder descended from heaven, the fiery shield instantly shattered, Zhu Yang could not evade in time, and a heavenly bolt struck him, blasting him into the ground.

A fiery pit emerged, its surroundings charred black, and wisps of green smoke rose up.

In the pit, Zhu Yang’s clothes turned to ash, his flesh charred with countless marks, resembling a dried corpse.

Even so, his eyes remained open, bloodshot and pulsing, staring fixedly ahead.

Within his distorted, blood-red vision, a figure approached, with thunder flickering beneath their palm.

“If I die… you shall not… have it easy!!”

Though he did not know the identity of the comer, nor the enmity between them, at this point, all these reasons were no longer relevant.

Zhu Yang jerked his body, and with difficulty croaked out these words, no longer suppressing or restraining himself, his mana exploding chaotically from his body, attracting the Heavenly Earth Prime Spirit, absorbing the impure Demonic Qi.

“Pfft!”

Within the charred flesh, streams of dark flow emerged, and more flesh started a transformation that was unknowable.

Yet…

“Boom!”

Xu Yang’s expression did not change; he raised a hand and reached out across the void, a forceful Qi transforming into a claw, seizing all of the opponent’s Magic Artifacts.

Next, with another gesture, his palm crashed down, and thunder instantaneously took shape, a Sword Qi piercing the sky.

Thunderbolt’s Sword Qi!

This was not the Heavenly Sword.

The Heavenly Sword’s power was too great, the consumption too large, Qi Cultivation cultivators, even those with a Five Elements Spiritual Root cultivating top-tier techniques like Five Spirits True Jue, would find it hard to sustain.

At the moment, it was merely Thunderbolt taking form, embodying some of the sharpness of a sword.

Even so, this one strand of Thunderbolt’s Sword Qi was still incredibly fast and exceedingly sharp.

“Pfft!”

The Sword Qi pierced through space, the thunder shattered the skull, and in an instant captured the cultivator’s soul.

Then, the Sword Qi Return occurred, thunder retreated into the sleeve, and a soul was thus pocketed.

“Crack!”

The skull had been pierced, the soul seized, but the soulless corpse did not disintegrate; streams of dark flow surged, tendrils of black mist entwined, a mass of flesh sprouted, spreading its growth from the charred husk…

“Fiend!”

Xu Yang’s expression remained unmoved; he struck with the back of his hand, and another thunderbolt roared out, engulfing the still-forming Demon Fetus.

“Boom!”

Foundation Establishment perfection, transformation into fetus with potential for Golden Core, yet faced with the Five Thunder Righteous Skills, its fragility was beyond imagination, and within the echoing thunder of the explosion, the Demon Fetus shattered into dust.

Having dealt with this person, Xu Yang looked behind and saw dark mists swirling forth.

Xu Yang, without saying more, moved forward, his steps shrinking ground like inches, and in a flash, stepped into the hall.

Inside the great hall, dark mists surged furiously, and a shadow lunged forward, blooming into a hundred paths of Sword Qi like torrential pear blossoms.

Li Suhong!

Li Suhong, Miss Li, had blood-red eyes bursting with blood, looking like she was possessed by madness, her clothes torn, the fair skin of her body entwined with numerous blood threads, especially her right shoulder and arm, which were completely enveloped by crimson fleshy threads, even the treasured sword in her hand covered by a layer, making it impossible to see the former shape of her arm.

But this didn’t seem to hinder her movement; on the contrary, it appeared to strengthen her. As she flew forward, her arm flailed, releasing a torrential downpour of Sword Qi, ready to shatter Xu Yang’s body.

Xu Yang’s expression remained unchanged; he lifted his hand to bring forth thunder, preparing to blast her away, but seeing her condition, he hesitated slightly.

At last, the thunder dispersed, the killing move receded, two fingers combined like a sword became a brush, and in an instant, he drew a talisman, shattering the incoming Sword Qi, shaking it into her forehead.

“Ugh!”

Li Suhong’s body trembled, her blood-red eyes regaining some clarity, a bit of pain evident, she started to struggle.

Xu Yang, however, paid her no heed, and from his waist took out a fist-sized bamboo basket, directed his mana towards her, and illuminated it.

“Swoosh!”

Li Suhong tried to resist, but in her current state, she was no match for the power of his Magic Artifact. She couldn’t hold out for even a moment, and was transformed into a red light, flying into the bamboo basket.

Xu Yang put away the bamboo basket without a word and turned to leave.