Abyss Walker

Chapter 80 The Summit of the Snow Mountain (Part 1)

Nightblade, the Great Demon King, ruler of the Right Palace of the Illusionary Demon Realm, is elusive and unpredictable. It is said that he once killed a Nascent Soul cultivator with his Nascent Soul power. He is known as the Nightmare of the Demon Realm.

Shi Xin, a junior commander in the early stages of the Nascent Soul realm: "Charge to the summit of the snow-capped mountain."

Shi Xin, the junior commander of Illusion Demon City, is, as his name suggests, an extremely tough body and a cultivator who perfectly controls the earth element. He is known as—the most solid shield.

Gemo, at the eighth level of the Nascent Soul stage, rushed up the snow mountain in an instant, followed closely by Gela, at the early stage of the Nascent Soul stage, and Moge, at the third level of the Nascent Soul stage, also rushed up the snow mountain quickly.

Tens of thousands of demon soldiers surged madly toward the summit of the snow-capped mountain.

At the summit of the snow-capped mountain, wind and snow raged, and the world was a vast expanse of white. As if sensing an enemy, the snowstorm raged wildly.

Fan Chen and Xue Yu stood back to back, facing the surging demon army. Their eyes showed no fear, only determination and resolve.

The sword-nurturing gourd in Fan Chen's hand emitted a faint blue light, as if responding to his determination.

Fan Chen knew that this battle was not only to protect Xue Yu, but also to safeguard the peace of all living beings. That sacrifice absolutely could not succeed.

The summit of the snow-capped mountain is easily defended but difficult to attack, and is ravaged by wind and snow...

Fan Chen took a deep breath, and the spiritual power within his body surged like a storm. Suddenly, the sword-nurturing gourd in his hand burst out with dazzling light, and streaks of sword energy shot out like raging dragons, cutting down the demon soldiers charging at the forefront.

Xue Yu was equally formidable. Although she was only at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, her talent and combat experience allowed her to thrive in this battle. As she wielded her ice crystal longsword, snowflakes intertwined with sword light, and each swing claimed the lives of several demon soldiers.

Her swordsmanship was agile yet fierce, and every attack was incredibly precise, striking the demon soldiers' vital points.

Nightblade and Stoneheart were surprised to see this. They hadn't expected that a mere sixth-level Nascent Soul cultivator and a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator could hold out for so long against an attack by tens of thousands of demon soldiers.

Nightblade snorted coldly, his figure blurred, transforming into a black shadow as he rushed towards Fanchen. His speed was extremely fast, appearing in front of Fanchen almost instantly, and he threw a punch, the wind from which the punch was accompanied by a shrill whistling sound that tore through the air.

Fan Chen's eyes narrowed, and the sword-nurturing gourd in his hand suddenly began to spin. Streams of sword energy spiraled around his fist, clashing head-on with Nightblade's fist.

With a loud bang, the two of them staggered back several steps. A trace of blood trickled from the corner of Fan Chen's mouth, and a crack appeared on the sword-nurturing gourd itself, but his eyes remained resolute.

Seeing that Nightblade had already made his move, Shi Xin no longer hesitated. His body suddenly swelled up, transforming into a giant stone demon, and he swung his boulder-like fists at Xue Yu.

Xueyu moved nimbly, weaving through Shixin's attacks like a snowflake. Each dodge was perfectly timed, causing Shixin's attacks to miss.

……

The battle lasted for nearly two hours, and the snow-capped mountaintop was completely stained red with blood.

Although Fan Chen and Xue Yu were powerful, they began to feel tired in the face of the endless stream of demons.

Just then, a long howl suddenly came from the sky, and a white figure streaked across the sky like a meteor, heading straight for the battlefield.

It was a cultivator dressed in white, his eyes filled with boundless rage, the longsword in his hand radiating a blazing light. It was none other than Linghu Chong, the same Linghu Chong who had fought against Fan Chen in the Ice Kingdom.

"Fan Chen, Xue Yu, I'm here to lend you a hand!" Linghu Chong shouted, and as he swung his longsword, sword energies swept across the battlefield like flames, cutting the demon army to pieces.

Linghu Chong was followed by: Bingyuan, the leader of the Ice Kingdom; Bing Wuyi, the second elder of the Ice Kingdom; Bing Wudi, the third elder of the Ice Kingdom; Bingfeng, the divine son of the Ice Kingdom; and Bingyan and Bingying, the guards of the Ice Kingdom.

An ice crane appeared in the sky, with a beautiful woman standing on its back. As soon as she played her flute, the demon army turned against each other and began to kill one another. The woman was none other than Su Mengdie.

Suddenly, a massive beast tide army led by the Forest Lord Tong Ye Yunxi emerged from the demon army's territory below.

"Lord of Sunset Forest, I, the Illusionary Demon, have never been your enemy. Why do you do this?"

"You, the Illusionary Demon, have been plotting against the entire Demon Continent for a long time. Are we just going to let ourselves be slaughtered?"

Fan Chen and Xue Yu's eyes lit up with surprise when they saw the newcomers. They were not alone in this battle.

"Senior Chu has done us a great favor. Even if you are the Demon Emperor, you are not allowed to set foot on the summit of the snow mountain."

Fan Chen and Xue Yu gripped their weapons tightly, their gazes fixed firmly on the battlefield.

They all knew that this was crucial to the survival of the Demon State. They had to protect this land. Their worst-case scenario was to kill the Illusionary Demon Princess directly. They absolutely could not let the Demon Emperor Xuan Ye's conspiracy succeed.

"Lord of Ice Source Kingdom, if we fight side by side, we will surely defeat the demon army!" Fan Chen responded loudly, his voice echoing in the wind, inspiring every warrior.

Bing Wuqiong gripped his spear tightly, its tip gleaming coldly, his eyes revealing an indomitable fighting spirit: "Demon Emperor Xuan Ye, your ambition will not succeed, and the Snow Mountain Peak and the Demon Continent will forever belong to everyone!"

Just then, the figure of the Demon Emperor Xuan Ye appeared on the battlefield like a ghost. His eyes were cold and sharp, like ice from the abyss, sending chills down people's spines.