Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 1240 - 1208: Conceptual Existence: Great Strength Demon Venerable

Nine Great Suns dominate the sky!

Nine Great Suns suppress from above!

Boom!

Just as the nine Ancient Imperial Sons of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan were about to outflank from the side, they were struck head-on by the Great Suns. A terrible explosion occurred, illuminating the Dead Silent Starry Sky with an unparalleled brightness for a fleeting moment.

As the light dissipated slightly, silhouettes were revealed.

From the Netherworld Ancient Prince down, to Cangyan and all others, every Ancient Imperial Son led their troops in a relentless assault, their martial intent piercing towards the Star River with the intent to reach the Sword Cultivator at the fastest speed and shatter his body.

However, just as their charge began, a Blue Gold Big Sun descended from the heavens, shattering the momentum of the charge. All elite cultivators of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan, as if struck by a giant star, had no choice but to stop in their tracks.

"Ah..."

Amidst the fading Spiritual Light, the Netherworld Ancient Prince, the Cangyan Ancient Emperor's Son, and others transformed into colossal demon god giants, howling in fury.

Each of them was charred like coal, with much of their flesh carbonized by the terrible heat into ash, and amidst their trembling bodies, a blur of bloody flesh was exposed.

Many mutant powers of order silently fused into them.

"Ah! No..."

The Galaxy Demon Gods that the Ancient Imperial Sons had transformed into were only wounded, but their armies of a million were not so lucky.

Many kings and officers, along with as many as tens of thousands of elite cultivators from the Horned Demon Imperial Clan, only had time to scream before their bodies turned to white ash, leaving not a single bone or fragment of the Divine Soul left.

The so-called indestructible bodies of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan Cultivators were nothing but an illusion in the face of higher powers, utterly useless.

"Such an old tactic after so many years."

"Who told you Sword Cultivators are afraid of being besieged?"

Jiang Ding once again drew his sword.

Nine rounds of Blue Gold Big Suns descended from the sky, bearing the Six Paths Order Light Rings, descending from all directions, bombarding the nine desperate elite armies of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan relentlessly, giving them no respite.

Many people often harbor delusions.

If Sword Cultivators have weak defenses and even Lower Rank Cultivators could possibly break through their defenses, wouldn't it be easy to overwhelm them with numbers from all sides?

This is a fanciful illusion.

Sword-light Diversification!

This sword technique of the Second Realm of Sword Dao plays an extremely important role in the battle system of Sword Cultivators. It is not limited to just producing nine strands of Sword-light, but hundreds, thousands, even tens of thousands!

And that's just a passive defensive measure.

Once the enemy disperses and their coordination is even slightly lacking, they are instantly penetrated by the Sword Cultivator's Flying Sword amidst the ranks, decapitating generals and causing immediate collapse of their formations, ushering in a massacre that is quite tedious for the Sword Cultivator.

Moreover, even if Sword Cultivators are besieged and engaged at close quarters, it's not terribly dangerous. Close combat is practically a Sword Cultivator's instinct.

Furthermore, Sword Cultivators can also flee. Typically, a Sword Cultivator's ability to flee is as strong as their ability to attack, honed through constant sword duels. Sword Cultivators with weak abilities to escape have died during their growth.

The profession of Sword Cultivator is unique to the Human Race, the master of this Endless Starry Sky, and cannot possibly have any significant weaknesses.

As long as you are strong enough, all problems have solutions.

Boom!

Boom boom boom!

Within the Dead Silent Star River, round after round of Blue Gold Great Suns fell from the sky, smashing into the army led by the nine Ancient Imperial Sons of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan, repeatedly bombarding them. The space in the Star River shattered and healed only to shatter again, each time signifying the deaths of tens of thousands of elite Horned Demon Imperial Clan Cultivators, reduced to oblivion.

The overall strength of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan's army was slowly yet irreversibly diminishing.

"We can't!"

"We can't go on like this!"

The Netherworld Ancient Prince roared furiously.

With each retreat, he began to lose patience and used a military secret technique that stimulated the potential of soldiers and officers within the Army Formation, unleashing all the power of his life force. His body was as blazing hot as a furnace, shining with all the grandeur of a mountain-sized life.

Countless elite cultivators of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan had their eyes turn blood red, maddened beyond reason, their mana and life force ceaselessly surging.

"Great, Strength, Demon, God, Descend!"

The Netherworld Ancient Prince enunciated each word deliberately.

Hum!

In the endless starry sky, it seemed as though some terrifying unknown existence cast an insignificant glance this way, following the preordained rituals and offering a pact, bestowing an insignificant amount of power here.

This power contained a higher tier of will.

Great Strength Demon Venerable!

Jiang Ding's scalp tingled slightly, and he instantly became obedient, holding his breath.

In that instant, this formidable figure, possibly even an immortal or conceptual being, descended from the heavens; a mere thought from him could annihilate countless lives, even those at the Refining Void Stage.

Fortunately, such a terrifying event did not occur.

A race like the Horned Demon Imperial Clan couldn't possibly command such a formidable figure to fight on their behalf. They simply followed the rituals passed down from ancient times, paying a horrendous price, offering sacrifices day and night, all to summon a trivial amount of his power at a certain moment, without involving that being's will. It was merely a predetermined response reserved by the heavens and earth, like program logic.

The strand of power that appeared was extremely slight, so minuscule that even from Jiang Ding's perspective, it was weaker than one-thousandth of a Qi Practitioner's full mana strength.

But the essence of the power it contained was too terrifying.

It was like a catalyst, not providing Spiritual Energy, but offering a method of power restructuring, instantly reorganizing the power within the Netherworld Ancient Prince's body.

"Ahhh..."

In a flash, the Netherworld Ancient Prince's face contorted with pain.

Countless runes within his meridians twisted and deformed, and even his Divine Soul was being forcibly altered. In an instant, he became bloodthirsty and insane, with only a violent lust for killing remaining in his entire being.

This transformation was completed in a fleeting moment.

Hum!

A hazy and chaotic Great Strength Demon God phantom emerged behind the body of the Netherworld Ancient Prince.

The figure was immense and majestic, where only the shadow of a huge horn-like head could be seen, while all else was blurred, indiscernible.

However!

The title of Great Strength Demon Venerable was unmistakably revealed between heaven and earth.

The moment this phantom appeared, the Power Order of all directions changed, becoming complex and intricate, beautifully crystalline like natural gems, all part of nature's profound mysteries.

All changes came to an end then and there.

That terrifying and unknown will slowly faded away, ceasing to exist.

It was not that this terrible being favored the Horned Demon Imperial Clan. It was an exchange, where this entity used something he completely disregarded to trade with the beings of the endless universe, accumulating bit by bit until it became a mountain, a drip by drip to form an ocean, gathering some things from the endless time and space of the universe, to achieve something.

"Sword Cultivator..."

"You must die!"

The Netherworld Ancient Prince emerged from his state of painful distortion somewhat clearer.

He glared, filled with frenzied intent to kill, at the green-clothed youth.

The Great Strength Demon God phantom followed his gaze, and within tens of thousands of miles, the Power Order transformed in an instant into a complex and elaborate pattern, forming a natural and terrifying pressure; the strength was at least several times more powerful.

The green-clothed youth's eyes became gradually more excited and blazing, no longer showing a sickly appearance.