290: The terrifying frost sword storm

Leaving the ruined hall, the outside world was already covered in silver.

This ancient battlefield, a fragment of the Demon Realm, had its dark brown earth covered by endless silver, with snow flying everywhere and a biting chill.

Even more heart-pounding was the majestic Sword Qi that filled the heavens and earth, bone-chilling and vast, as if it had transformed the entire world into an ocean of Sword Qi.

"Commander! This..." A Demon General's voice trembled, unable to hide his shock.

Xiao Zhuo's heart also shook.

Changing the celestial phenomena was already terrifying, let alone on such a vast scale!

Although this place was a fragment world, its essence was still part of the Demon Realm, belonging to the Great Thousand World in terms of its rank.

To be able to shake the celestial phenomena of this world with just Sword Intent, its power was simply unimaginable.

He only uttered one word: "Go."

His figure then took the lead, soaring towards the source of that Sword Intent—where Ban Xuanji was located.

Clearly, they had also encountered an anomaly.

This fragment world, indeed, was full of treasures, but also fraught with danger at every step.

Southeast.

Beneath a towering giant peak, shaped like a broken sword tip, the scene was tragic.

Dozens of Eternal Calamity Demon Generals struggled to maintain their tottering demon-elemental protective shield, their faces ashen.

Halfway up the mountain, over thirty ice-sealed bodies of Demon Generals were a shocking sight.

Ban Xuanji leaned against a low rock, dark red demon blood at the corner of his mouth, his entire body covered in spiderweb-like cracks, his aura weak, his strength less than one-tenth of its peak, almost completely losing his combat ability.

It was only by relying on the combined efforts of the remaining thirty-plus Demon Generals to support the shield that they managed to eke out a meager existence amidst the pervasive frost Sword Intent.

"Damn it! What the hell is hidden in this mountain? Such terrifying frost Sword Intent, unheard of!" A Demon General gritted his teeth and roared in a low voice.

"We must rescue our brothers on the mountainside as soon as possible! If we delay any longer, their Divine Souls will be frozen into dust!"

"Rescue? We can't even protect ourselves! How can we rescue them!"

"Sigh... If we were at full strength, perhaps we could still join forces and break out. But after enduring that wave of cold tide, our Meridians have been eroded by the chill... I'm afraid..."

"Is there still no news from Commander Yuan Chu and Commander Hei Fang?"

"This damn Sword Intent interferes with everything! The communication jade tablet is out of order, and Divine Sense is suppressed, how can we contact them?!"

A desperate aura permeated among the surviving Demon Generals.

A Dragon Clan Demon General, covered in greenish-gray scales and with two horns on his head—Bing Qi—stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "Our clan has the strongest natural resistance to cold, and we are the least injured. I'll go! I'll fight to the death to break out and call for help!"

"Bing Qi! You have already expended most of your demon-elemental power protecting everyone! Even if you are resistant to cold, going out now is a near-certain death!"

"That's right! Wait a little longer!"

Everyone tried to dissuade him, unwilling to let him sacrifice himself.

"We can't wait any longer!" Bing Qi's scale-covered face showed only determination. "If we wait any longer, not a single one of our brothers on the mountainside will survive!"

Although the Demon Realm was cruel, within the demon army, the camaraderie among comrades was deep.

"Bing Qi! I also want to save them! But... no!" Ban Xuanji's voice was hoarse but steady, as he spoke with difficulty, "I tried to contact Primal Beginning before the Sword Intent erupted, but there was no news. That bastard Hei Fang didn't respond either! They must have also run into trouble! We... can only rely on ourselves!"

Silence, heavy as frozen air.

Just then—

Boom!

A terrifying Sword Intent, irresistible and mighty, erupted once again from the Broken Sword Peak, which had already transformed into an ice mountain!

Spiderweb-like cracks instantly covered the entire ice peak.

Accompanied by the sound of the mountain shattering, those ice-sealed Demon General bodies on the mountainside also shattered like fragile glass, with continuous "crack" sounds!

One demon infant after another frantically fled, attempting to escape, but under the strangling of the Sword Qi scattered across the sky, they instantly turned into ashes!

Although there was no killing intent, this power was enough to destroy the Physical Body and severely wound the Divine Soul.

These Demon Generals could only rely on the Dao imprint they had entrusted, spend long years nurturing their Divine Soul, and then seek a body for Possession to re-cultivate—such a severe injury was an unbearable pain for any Golden Immortal or Demon General.

The pressure on the Demon Generals within the shield suddenly increased!

What erupted anew was not only pure Sword Intent, but also countless scattered yet incomparably sharp tangible Sword Qi, like sharp hail, smashing against the tottering demon-elemental barrier, with continuous "hissing" sounds.

Everyone's expressions changed dramatically, and they frantically injected demon-elemental power into the barrier, trying to maintain this last defense.

"If there's a Sacred Artifact in this mountain... it's at least a saint-grade high-rank Devil King-level sword artifact!" A Demon General's voice was strained, filled with despair.

Dead silence.

Only the groans of the barrier, unable to bear the weight, and the fierce howls of the external Sword Qi remained.

Everyone knew in their hearts: if this Sword Qi storm continued for another hundred breaths, they too would follow in their comrades' footsteps, able only to hope for Rebirth through their Divine Soul imprints.

Outside the barrier was a Sword Qi purgatory that froze everything.

Inside the barrier was suffocating silence and despair.

Every breath felt as long as an eternity.

However, the Sword Qi not only did not cease but intensified!

"Crack!"

"Crack, crack, crack!"

Cracks, like declarations of despair, appeared one after another on the demon-elemental barrier!

Several weaker Demon Generals, their demon-elemental power exhausted, turned ashen, and the cold sweat that just seeped out instantly froze into ice.

Just as the barrier was about to completely collapse—

"Look! Someone's coming!" A joyful shout tore through the despair!

Everyone suddenly looked up! They saw in the sky, a spherical, hazy space, like an isolated island in a storm, stubbornly traversing the violent ocean of Sword Qi, slowly descending towards them!

"It's the World Power! It's Commander Yuan Chu!"

The fire of hope was ignited instantly!

"Hold on! Hold for ten more breaths! Once we enter Commander Yuan Chu's zizai world, we'll be safe!" The Demon Generals roared, squeezing out the last of their strength into the barrier. Although the cracks could not be repaired, the momentum of collapse slowed down!

One thousand meters... eight hundred meters... five hundred meters... closer!

Xiao Zhuo controlled the zizai world, bringing his subordinate Demon Generals into it.

Outside the world's boundary, a giant devouring vortex spun frantically, continuously engulfing the incoming stray Sword Qi, like a huge ship breaking through waves in a raging sea.

The closer they got to Broken Sword Peak, the more terrifying the frost Sword Intent and Sword Qi storm became.

The fatal eruption hundreds of breaths ago forced Xiao Zhuo to deploy his zizai world to painstakingly advance to this point.

At this moment, the zizai world was the only ark in this desperate situation.

The zizai world finally descended!

With a thought, Xiao Zhuo's World Power suddenly expanded by a hundred zhang, instantly enveloping Ban Xuanji and his remaining forces!

The fierce howls of Sword Qi and the biting cold outside were instantly cut off.

Within the zizai world, the wind was gentle and the clouds were light, a scene of tranquility.

Although there were no living beings, only inanimate objects like mountains, rivers, and vegetation, under the illumination of the "sun" formed by the Great Dao of Light, there was a unique charm of nascent vitality.

Ban Xuanji and the others, who had just been brought in, trembled violently, desperately expelling the terrifying cold qi that had invaded their bones.

Xiao Zhuo's zizai world was vast and boundless, already tens of thousands of miles in size, and theoretically could descend wherever his Divine Sense reached.

However, at this moment, under the world-destroying pressure from outside, he could only barely maintain the descent of this ten-mile radius physical world.

Every inch of expansion bore hundreds of millions of tons of pressure.

"Primal Beginning! Great kindness needs no words of thanks!" Ban Xuanji caught his breath, looked at Xiao Zhuo who controlled everything at the center of the world, and solemnly clasped his fists.

"Big Brother Ban, it's my duty." Xiao Zhuo waved his hand, his gaze sharply sweeping over the disheveled crowd. "What exactly happened here?"

Ban Xuanji's face showed a deep bitterness, and he sighed, "It's a long story..."