545: Daluo Gods and Demons

Lin Feng pondered for a moment and said, "You continue to investigate. As soon as you have news, come back and inform me."

After Xuan Mo received his orders, he disappeared again. Lin Feng looked at the flickering flames in the pill refining furnace, his mind filled with countless thoughts.

He knew that this great war had reached a critical moment. If a solution could not be found quickly, the Twelve Sects and even the entire Northern Branch Hall would fall into an abyss of no return.

Lin Feng felt that the Demon Race would definitely not just send out Grand Celestial Demons. Grand Celestial Demons were only at the same Realm as Taiyi Golden Immortals. Even if dozens were sent, they would not be a match for the Star Cloud Hall Northern Branch Hall Master, a Great Luo True Immortal.

Moreover, the Northern Branch Hall also had many Taiyi Golden Immortals. Lin Feng did not tell Xuan Mo about this because his explanation would be useless. For Cultivators of this level, let alone him, a True Immortal, even Xuan Mo, who was skilled in intelligence gathering, would find it difficult to uncover more core information.

At this moment, all he could do was to step up the Alchemy of Medicinal Pills to provide support for the front lines. He could do nothing else. Lin Feng even had an impulse at this time: if they really couldn't win, he would just run.

While Lin Feng was refining Medicinal Pills, a shocking battle had already broken out in the outside world.

The Hall Master of the Northern Branch fought several Demon Race Taiyi Golden Immortal powerhouses alone. His Sword Qi was like a Dragon, his Aura was majestic, and every strike carried the power to split heaven and earth.

Although the Demon Race powerhouses attacked together, they found it difficult to get close, and were instead forced to retreat repeatedly by the Hall Master's fierce Sword Qi.

Seeing the Hall Master's bravery, the experts of the Twelve Sects were greatly encouraged and unleashed even stronger combat power, engaging in a desperate struggle with the allied forces of the Demon Race and the Nether Shadow Sect.

On the battlefield, shouts of killing shook the heavens and earth, and spiritual power and Devilish Qi intertwined and collided, erupting in dazzling flashes of light.

Although Lin Feng was in the Pill Refining Room, the intense battle fluctuations from the outside world surged in like a tide, making his mind restless. He knew that every minute and every second at this moment concerned the survival of the Twelve Sects.

He suppressed his inner anxiety and focused entirely on controlling the heat of the pill refining furnace. Every medicinal ingredient was added with precise accuracy, striving to refine the highest quality Medicinal Pills.

As time passed, a rich medicinal fragrance gradually permeated from the pill refining furnace. This fragrance contained powerful vitality, as if it could dispel all fatigue and pain. A hint of joy flashed in Lin Feng's eyes. He knew that this batch of Medicinal Pills was about to be successfully completed. At this moment, the battle outside had also entered a white-hot stage.

The Hall Master of the Northern Branch, relying on the terrifying strength of a Great Luo True Immortal, gradually gained the upper hand, forcing several Demon Race Taiyi Golden Immortal powerhouses to retreat steadily.

Inspired by the Hall Master, the experts of the Twelve Sects also fought bravely, and for a time, the allied forces of the Demon Race and the Nether Shadow Sect suffered heavy casualties. However, just when everyone thought victory was in sight, an even more terrifying Aura surged out from the black vortex again.

The strength of this Aura made the entire battlefield tremble.

The Hall Master's expression changed. He felt an unprecedented threat. From the vortex, an old man in a black robe slowly emerged. He exuded a chilling Devilish Qi, and his eyes were like an abyss, as if they could devour everything.

This old man was actually a Great Luo Divine Demon! His appearance instantly made the already intense battlefield even more tense.

After the Great Luo Divine Demon appeared, Lin Feng, who was refining Medicinal Pills in the rear camp, also stopped.

At this moment, the Great Luo Divine Demon transformed into a thousand-foot Incarnation and said to the Hall Master of the Northern Branch, "Xun Tian, your Northern Branch Hall will not escape destruction today. My Demon Race has been preparing for many years. The Northern Land of this Star Cloud Immortal Realm will sooner or later be the Demon Race's territory."

The Great Luo Divine Demon's voice was like rolling thunder, echoing across the entire battlefield.

The Hall Master of the Northern Branch, Xun Tian, had a stern expression. Holding a long sword, he exuded a fierce Aura and said, "Shan Mo, your Demon Race's attempt to invade my Immortal domain's orthodoxy with the Demonic Path is simply wishful thinking. Today, I, Xun Tian, am here. Even if I sacrifice my life, I will make you Demon Race pay a heavy price."

How could Xun Tian not know that a Great Luo Divine Demon would surely make a move? At this moment, he waved his hand, and more than a dozen Taiyi Golden Immortals he had already arranged flew out from below the Northern Branch Hall.

His opponent today was the Great Luo Divine Demon Shan Mo, while those Taiyi Golden Immortals were responsible for dealing with the other Demon Race powerhouses and the people of the Nether Shadow Sect. More than a dozen Taiyi Golden Immortals attacked simultaneously, creating a spectacular scene. Various Magic Treasure glowed, and spiritual power surged.

Shan Mo let out a burst of wild laughter upon seeing this. With a wave of his hands, a black demonic wind swept out, instantly dissolving the attacks of the more than a dozen Taiyi Golden Immortals into nothingness.

The demonic wind contained powerful corrosive power, and wherever it passed, even space subtly twisted.

Xun Tian's gaze sharpened. His figure flickered, and he instantly appeared before Shan Mo. His long sword thrust out fiercely, and the tip of the sword gleamed with brilliant golden light, as if it could pierce through all darkness. Shan Mo did not dodge. He extended a large hand covered in black scales and directly grabbed Xun Tian's long sword.

With a "clang," the long sword and the large hand collided, emitting a piercing sound. Powerful energy fluctuations spread in all directions, and the surrounding Taiyi Golden Immortals were all shaken back by this force.

Xun Tian was startled. He didn't expect Shan Mo's Physical Body to be so powerful that he could withstand his long sword. A sinister smile appeared on Shan Mo's lips. He slammed his other hand towards Xun Tian. A terrifying Devilish Qi surged from his palm, transforming into a huge black palm that pressed down on Xun Tian.

Xun Tian retreated rapidly, while simultaneously brandishing his long sword. Streaks of golden Sword Qi shot out, colliding with the black palm and producing deafening sounds.

While Xun Tian and Shan Mo were fiercely clashing, the more than a dozen Taiyi Golden Immortals also engaged in a desperate struggle with the other Demon Race powerhouses and the people of the Nether Shadow Sect. For a time, spiritual power and Devilish Qi intertwined and collided on the battlefield, various Magic Treasure glowed, and shouts of killing shook the heavens and earth.

Lin Feng, in the rear camp, felt the terrifying power fluctuations from outside, and his worry deepened.

Even high-level Immortals with their Realm could not quickly decide the outcome.

However, battles of this level were too powerful for ordinary Cultivators. Even at a distance of a hundred thousand miles, one could feel

the terrifying pressure that assaulted them. Some Disciples with weaker cultivation even coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground from the shock of this power. If this continued, even if the Twelve Sects ultimately achieved victory, they would likely suffer heavy losses to their Origin Qi.

At this moment, the low-level Cultivators, some Demonic Path practitioners, and members of the Demon Race were all trembling. Lin Feng had already noticed that Murong Xue was relatively close to the battlefield. After forty thousand years, Murong Xue was only at the Peak of the Void Refining Early Stage.

How could she withstand the might of such powerful Cultivators? Her face was as pale as paper, her legs were weak, and she could barely stand. Large beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, soaking her clothes.