The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 313 - 296: Joining the Battle!_1

Chapter 313: Chapter 296: Joining the Battle!_1

One by one, the golden Rocs collided with the thick black artillery fire, exploding into a sky full of bright flames and light.

The blood-stained Rocs suddenly solidified into drops of golden Divine Blood and returned to the Divine Bones of the birds.

"Hiss! Sizzle!"

Upon the lustrous white bones, threads of golden electricity moved about, merging into the golden Divine Blood, seemingly bestowing new spiritual consciousness upon each drop of Divine Blood.

Soon, new golden Rocs flapped their wings and emerged, continuing to intercept the incoming ash.

Below the void, on a warship that was unlike the vessels of the Purgatory World and entirely black, stood many members of the Ghost Clan.

They were dressed in luxurious attire, and some even held exquisite glass vessels, as if savoring fine wine, exuding an extraordinary temperament.

"How could the Ghost Clan have come from the Fifth Realm to this place?"

"Why are their warships so lavish? What’s the deal with those cannons and those black Spirit Crystals?"

The disciples of Sky Water Swamp were shocked by the scene before them.

"Four Fragment Lands? My heavens, have we taken a wrong turn? The Absolute Sky Forbidden Land is just one Fragment Land, so why are there four of them?"

"Thunder and lightning encompass, Cold Ice seals, flames surge to the sky!"

"Where did those three Fragment Lands come from?"

The people on the Landscape Spiritual Boat were in a state of complete disorder.

The scene that suddenly presented itself was a far cry from what they had imagined, leaving them at a loss.

"Those Ghost Clan members, they are not the ghosts of our world. The Ghost Clan that I have encountered do not possess such a dignified temperament," Wu Yuan took a deep breath, already seeing the artillery aiming at their Landscape Spiritual Boat, and said, "Prepare for battle, whether we want to or not, we must fight to the death against the Alien Tribes."

"Another world?"

"Where on earth have we arrived?"

Amid cries of panic and fear, the Landscape Spiritual Boat took advantage of the Rocs attracting most of the artillery fire and managed to land on the Fragment Land that appeared relatively normal.

"Fire!"

From the depths of the Absolute Sky Forbidden Land, a harsh command suddenly issued.

"Whoosh!"

A hundred-zhang-tall giant with eight arms, naked from the waist up, suddenly raised his head into view.

With his muscular and sinewy eight arms, holding a giant bow and arrow, he continually shot at the Landscape Spiritual Boat descending at high speed.

The arrows were like dazzling shooting stars, shooting relentlessly at the Landscape Spiritual Boat.

The slowly descending Landscape Spiritual Boat was so riddled with holes from the giant’s arrows that the survivors from Sky Water Swamp and the Demon Sect, without waiting for the Spirit Boat to sink, were forced to fly out ahead of time.

"Boom!"

The Landscape Spiritual Boat crashed as soon as it landed.

"Attack!"

The Alien Tribe warriors roaming the wilderness, persistently hunting down Individual Cultivators and scions, some riding chariots, some with pitch-black feathers on their feet, some mounting silver-like flying horses, swiftly headed towards the newcomers from Sky Water Swamp and the Demon Sect.

"The Landscape Spiritual Boat of Sky Water Swamp!"

"The banners of the Demon Sect!"

"And there are people from the Desolated Terrains of North Ruins!"

"We are saved; we’ve finally lasted until reinforcements arrived!"

"..."

In the valleys of the Absolute Sky Forbidden Land, by streams, under high mountains, deep in the jungles.

Hiding, the survivors from the Purgatory World who had been contending with the Alien Tribes all this time, let out cries of joy.

Some were even so overwhelmed with emotion that they wept for joy.

"Thump!"

The moment Chen Lushi landed, she looked up to the sky, her beautiful eyes revealing amazement and said, "The Desolated Terrains, Fu Wangchen..."

From what she had learned from Jiang Chao’s mouth, the one who had guided the Landscape Spiritual Boat here was this peerless genius from the Desolated Terrains of the North Ruins.

"Truly a figure of outstanding valor," Chen Lushi voiced her admiration, "He arrived ahead of us, withstanding the baptism of Alien Tribe artillery fire, and his character and demeanor are beyond reproach."

Her fondness for Fu Wangchen grew, but then she thought of Lu Lingchan from Black Valley, who seemed to have some connection with this great man under the arrangement of the Valley Master, and she felt somewhat displeased.

"So what if she’s a direct disciple of the Valley Master? You may not necessarily be able to reach the Absolute Sky Forbidden Land alive," Chen Lushi sneered inwardly.

"Fu Wangchen!"

"He’s Fu Wangchen from the North Ruins, of the Desolated Terrains!"

"With him here, we can survive!"

Individual Cultivators, scions, and disciples of small Sects from the Second Realm, were all giving each other encouragement, exhilarated.

At that moment.

Fu Wangchen, who had conjured an imposing Ancient God Dharma, first tore away an invisible "membrane" around the bird’s feathered bone with his overwhelming Ancient God Dharma, like peeling off a veil.

Immediately afterward, he stepped out from the bird’s forehead and confronted a ghostly thin warrior from the Ghost Clan.

"Die!"

The Ghost Clan powerhouse, holding a silver trident, flashed a green light in his eyes and silently chanted an incantation in the ghost language.

An enormous ghastly ghost shadow, cloaked in a murky mist and standing a hundred-zhang-tall, with arms dangling naturally and a stooped back, materialized behind him in the void.

A giant black cloak, slowly forming from the mist, enshrouded Its figure.

—This was the soul projection of an Alien God from the Outer Realm.

It lowered its head, looking at the diminutive Ghost Clan powerhouse as if observing a devotee who worshipped It.

"Purgatory..." It muttered something incomprehensible, and then suddenly set Its gaze on the towering Ancient God Dharma condensed by Fu Wangchen using a secret skill, saying, "The Dharma of a fallen True God."

It looked again at the massive Roc and added, "The Divine Bones of a level-nine Golden-Winged Roc."

"You have merit..." The last sentence was addressed to the Ghost Clan warrior below.

It reached down and the silver trident, which It had blessed on the Ghost Clan warrior, suddenly appeared in Its own hands.

"Swoosh!"

The silver trident suddenly enlarged ten million times and transformed into a streak of silver lightning, thrusting towards the Ancient God Dharma projected by Fu Wangchen.

The lotus pedestal on which the Dharma sat burst into soaring karmic flames and flew straight towards the silver trident.

An ancient True God from the history of the North Ruins, long since passed away, also stepped onto a lotus pedestal and began to fight with the soul projection of that Alien God.

At the same time.

"Boom!"

The buildings and palaces perched upon the bones of mythical birds, suddenly collapsed and shattered.

Many cultivators from the Desolated Terrains, waking up from a deep and prolonged stupor, saw the dire situation before them and without a second word, mounted the golden Rocs formed from their essence blood.

Riding the birds, they charged towards the black battleships still spewing artillery fire and clashed with the Ghost Clan warriors above.

In the Mysterious Fog.

Pang Jian, who was watching the battle through the Golden Bee Insects, gave a detailed account, saying, "Fu Wangchen is very powerful. A Dharma he released is fiercely battling with the image of an Alien God worshipped by the Ghost Clan."

"The Landscape Spiritual Boat has crashed, and the people from Sky Water Swamp and the Demon Sect are fighting against the Alien Tribes on the wilderness."

"The folks from the Desolated Terrains, once awake, mounted golden Rocs and rushed to kill the Alien Tribes on the Ghost Clan warships."

"The artillery made of black crystals no longer spewed fire."

"..."

As he spoke, the battle-thirst in Pang Jian’s blood was being ignited little by little.

He licked his lips, his eyes shining with excitement, already holding the gleaming silver spear in his hand.

"Junior Brother."

Zhuang Yuyan pursed her lips and chuckled, saying, "Your idea to have Fu Wangchen and others like Wu Yuan and Jiang Chao come over before us was really a good one."

"Mhm, otherwise the fiercest barrage of the Alien Tribes would have hit the Sword Boat first."

Qi Qingsong rose to his feet.

He grasped the Blue Dream Sword, his fighting spirit high: "The Sword Boat cannot be destroyed like the Landscape Spiritual Boat. Come, we’ll need the Sword Boat to get back as well."

"You really intend to go fight?" Fang Boxuan said with a hint of trepidation.

The scene described by Pang Jian featured the manifestations of Outer Realm Alien Gods and an overwhelmingly powerful Ghost Clan, along with numerous Alien Tribes warriors from different factions.

Under such circumstances, he felt it would be best to stay in the Sword Boat within the Mysterious Fog, not rushing out hastily.

Wouldn’t it be better to wait until the people from the Desolated Terrains, along with the disciples from Sky Water Swamp and the Demon Sect, had resolved their battle with the Alien Tribes before deciding whether to step in?

"I want to hunt gods, I want to condense a true Divine Sense," Qi Qingsong declared.

"I too wish to witness the Ghost Clan members from other worlds, to see what extraordinary abilities they have," Zhuang Yuyan said, eager to fight.

The disciples of the Sword Tower were not afraid of battle; in fact, they craved it, their Sword Intent and sword techniques tempered through combat.

Knowing the dangers that lay ahead and aware of the soul projections of Outer Realm Alien Gods, they were not fearful but itching to try their hand.

Pang Jian also said, "In the Absolute Sky Forbidden Land, those who came from the Purgatory World along with monsters have no advantage. The Alien Tribes and the Alien Gods they can manifest through are the ones ruling the situation."

"If we just stand by and watch, the people from the Desolated Terrains and Sky Water Swamp and the Demon Sect, they might all end up being slaughtered."

"Then it will be us facing those foreign enemies from other worlds by ourselves."

"Tianze!"

Pang Jian raised his voice, saying, "Let’s leave the Sword Boat in the Mysterious Fog and move everyone onto your Black Iron Mountain to enter the Absolute Sky Forbidden Land."

"Great idea!"

Qi Qingsong was the first to agree.

With the Sword Boat hidden in the Mysterious Fog, they would have a chance to retreat if they could not withstand the assault of the Alien Tribes.

"Alright."

Tianze maneuvered the Black Iron Mountain out of the Sword Boat.

Pang Jian, Qi Qingsong, Zhuang Yuyan, and Fang Boxuan, in turn, descended onto Black Iron Mountain.

As Zhou Qingchen was about to join them, Zhao Yuanqi called him back and explained, "It’s too obvious if we all gather on Black Iron Mountain; it’s better if we spread out."

"Junior Brother Zhou, join me."

She then uncorked her gourd, flew onto it, and beckoned to Zhou Qingchen.

"That works too."

Zhou Qingchen gave Pang Jian an apologetic smile, then flew up onto the gourd as she had done.

"Let’s go."

The Black Iron Mountain and the gourd set off one after the other towards their destination.

Soon, they broke through the grey foggy sea and saw the peculiar space described by Pang Jian.

"Boom!"

A scene of intersecting lights and shadows, divine radiance and fire streaking across the void, and the violent clashes of lightning and spirit light unfolded before their eyes.

"Sword Tower!"

Barehanded and hovering above the remains of the golden-winged Rocs, Fu Wangchen turned his head and noticed the Sword Commands at the waists of Pang Jian and the group.

"Gentlemen, these Alien Tribes do not belong to Purgatory; they..."

Presuming Pang Jian and the others were unaware of the situation, Fu Wangchen, controlling the immense Ancient God Dharma, was prepared to brief them on the precarious state of affairs.

"There’s no need for explanations!"

Zhuang Yuyan interrupted with a smile and a shake of her head.

"Swoosh! Swoosh!"

One long and one short Spirit Sword, igniting a fierce sea of flames, spread out from behind her into the emptiness.

"Sizzle! Sizzle!"

Fine strands of mysterious fire and lightning wove through the sea of flames, swiftly forming and solidifying into a Vermilion Bird and an ancient spirit of a flaming Kylin.

"I will assist you in battling this Alien God’s soul projection!"

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