C1224 The Human Race Is the Most Respected
The nebula within Gheirat's chest clearly corresponded to the Kuvrepros, its mysteries veiled and profound. Yet, with a simple crush of an inconspicuous crystal, the shattered ground that Cao Jiaze had been fiercely protecting with five Marks of the Celestials completely gave way.
The Ebon Star's prodigy sensed an invisible force, a rule that tore at the resplendent wall formed by the Marks of the Celestials.
Crack! Whoosh!
The fragmented boulders, influenced by Gheirat's bloodline talent, hurtled toward the wall, wreaking havoc from within.
The Solar Spirit cultivators, who had been vigilantly stationed above, were thrown into disarray. Without anything to ground them, they were adrift.
Miao Kun scoffed and, with a gesture, released a Thunder Token. It expanded, and he landed securely before beckoning Chu Yao to join him.
Chu Yao, after a moment's hesitation and a glance at the visibly struggling Cao Jiaze, made his decision. With the Heartthumper Drum pounding from outside the wall, and the frenzied Shura warriors and massive rocks battering it, Cao Jiaze was too preoccupied to notice anything else. Realizing this, Chu Yao leapt into Miao Kun's Thunder Token.
Rip!
Upon entry, a web of green and silver lightning formed, dense and crackling. At each intersection, thumb-sized thunder balls condensed, the profound rules of thunder magic seemingly gestating within them, offering Chu Yao a measure of solace.
Jiang Xingwen's Glazed Sacred Body shone brilliantly as a chilling Soul Power emanated from the recesses of her mind, spreading outwards. A fellow Ebon Star cultivator, in the late period of the Solar Spirit Realm, let out a soft sigh. His gaunt figure, disregarding the wall's confines, darted out.
From his sleeve, he summoned a red copper bell, its radiance unmistakable and its tolling majestic, resonating instantly, creating a harmonious counterpoint to the Heartthumper Drum's beat. The slender Solar Spirit cultivator stood atop the bell, his sleeves billowing, gazing across the void at Demian with the serene poise of an ancient cultivator.
He recited an ancient text with a voice that soothed the soul, as if he were uttering divine prophecies.
The Shura closest to him, who had marked him as their target, listened to his recitation and their bodies, as tough as iron, suddenly burst apart, drenching the ground in blood.
The Shura's bloodlines were thrown into chaos by his recitation and the resonating sound of the red copper bell, sending their vitality spiraling out of control.
A gaunt Solar Spirit expert began to reap the lives of these uncontrollable Shura warriors, moving through their ranks with the swiftness of a blade.
Where he passed, not a single eighth-level Shura warrior remained whole; they were all cleaved into several pieces.
Whoosh!
A female cultivator from the Ebon Star Sect, wielding a short spear and enveloped in a radiant yellow aura, charged into the fray among the Shura warriors.
With each swing of her short spear, streaks of yellow light pierced the heavens, radiating outwards.
Upon contact, the sixth and seventh-level Shura warriors burst apart instantly.
One after another, the cultivators from the Ebon Star, who had accompanied Cao Jiaze, burst forth from the dazzling "wall" and engaged in fierce combat with hundreds of Shura warriors.
They wielded spiritual weapons of heavenly grade, each of exceptional quality.
Even the battle-hardened Shura warriors, in their frenzied bloodlust, could not withstand the piercing strikes of the blades and soon fell in droves.
Howl!
An eighth-level Shura warrior, empowered by Demian's vital energy, lunged at the female Ebon Star cultivator, grabbing her despite the short spear.
The formidable warrior bared his teeth in a crazed roar as he forcefully embraced the Solar Spirit Body, causing it to explode.
Solar Spirits began to fall.
This seemed to be a signal, prompting more frenzied Shuras to sacrifice themselves, ensnaring the Solar Spirits from the Ebon Star in a deadly embrace, dragging them down to share their fate.
Shuras do not fear death.
"Cao Jiaze is using his power to protect us, but he's only recently become a Solar Spirit," Lee Xin of the Cloudwater Sect declared, unable to stand idly by. Clutching her flag, she charged out after the Ebon Star cultivators. "If we continue like this, he won't last. We must make our own escape and show the Shura our true strength!"
"Move out!"
"Fight our way through!"
The cultivators from various sects, who should have been shielded by the "wall," surged outward, spurred by Lee Xin's words and actions.
A vicious battle erupted.
Innumerable bolts of lightning, ice tempests, and seas of flames materialized, amplified by the power of spiritual spells and artifacts.
Cao Jiaze, drenched in his own blood, realized the "wall" was no longer necessary. With a mere thought, he dropped his guard.
One grand palace continued to protect him, while the other four transformed into blades of war, relentlessly striking the bloodthirsty Shura.
The Shura with lower bloodline levels couldn't withstand the palaces' assault and burst into clouds of blood mist.
"How can the human cultivators of the Everlands be so formidable?"
Leo, blessed by the stars at birth, watched the unfolding carnage with disbelief, his face etched with concern.
Before his breakthrough to the eighth level, Leo had been carefully shielded from harm.
He hadn't had much exposure to the formidable humans of the Everlands. During his last visit to Ionodios, the spread of the Dark Absolute Coldness and the presence of the Shura obscured his view.
It was only after he departed with Chen Qinghuang that he truly witnessed the fearsome combat prowess of the Solar Spirit Realm's human cultivators up close.
The Shura, along with their Dark Realm counterparts, were among the most powerful warriors of the extraterrestrial races, excluding a few elite Sky Fiends.
Yet, even with the Heartthumper Drum boosting their potential, the Shura army failed to dominate.
In the initial clash, it was the Shura warriors who perished first.
Leo was inwardly astounded.
"Every human who ventures from the Everlands has endured endless trials and battles. Not one is weak. Moreover, they wield terrifying spiritual weapons, and their Solar Spirit Bodies are both resilient and unique, akin to lethal blades," Gheirat said, his face tinged with bitterness. "The durability of a human's Solar Spirit Body is on par with that of a Shura's physique."
"If they weren't so powerful and fierce, the various clans of the Star River wouldn't need to band together, relying on sheer numbers to stand a chance against them."
Gheirat, a veteran commander of the Starborn legions, seemed unfazed by the years of conflict against the vast numbers of humans and archdemons.
Yu Yuan, who accompanied him, gazed intently at the ongoing battle, remaining silent for an extended period. Witnessing a cultivator from the Ebon Star Sect with a Solar Spirit Body engage in fierce combat with a notorious Shura from the Star River stirred complex emotions within him.
Suddenly, Gheirat's face contorted with rage as if he had sensed something alarming. He whirled around abruptly.
A bloodstained ship emerged, cutting through the dim expanse of the starry sky. The warship's deck was laden with Starborn of all ages, their garments rich and elegant. They knelt in despair, their eyes swirling with a longing for death.
Xu Jingyao of the Sunlit Order, his lips curled in a cruel smirk, set a beautiful Starborn woman ablaze with intense flames. The distant echo of her agonizing screams filled the air.
With a thrust, Wan Jing from the Winter's Bite sect impaled a striking Starborn youth with a razor-sharp ice spear. Upon noticing Yu Yuan, she paused, her expression shifting to one of surprise, before she gave a brief wave.
