368: Chapter 368 The Battle Horn at Demon-Suppressing Pass!

Not only were they also inscribed on the death list for "Liquidation," but even more pitifully—they hadn't even managed to initiate their attempt to "snatch food from the tiger's mouth," nor had they unleashed their Magic Treasure, before they were completely suppressed by the terrifying aura of the Void Immortal, frozen in place like puppets, like clowns, with their ugly nature fully exposed!

The greed in their eyes, the ferocity on their faces, the malice in their hearts—all were exposed under everyone's gaze, with nowhere to hide.

This naked ugliness, this embarrassment of being exposed in public, this humiliation of being powerless to even resist—was more heart-wrenching and bone-piercing than killing them outright!

This shame and fear would be forever carved into their bones and blood, becoming an indelible brand for the rest of their lives, tormenting them eternally.

An old Loose Cultivator, with white hair and beard, sat slumped on the ground at this moment, hands bracing the earth, his knuckles turning white and bluish, muttering to himself in a daze, his voice hoarse and broken, filled with endless despair:

"It's over... It's all over..."

His Dao Heart, under the pressure and the judgment of Chu Changsheng just now, had already cracked with a clear fissure, spreading like a spiderweb—it would be difficult to repair in this lifetime.

"The anger of a Void Immortal... the future Liquidation by the Nine Nether Underworld King Body... we are but ants between Heaven and Earth, why must we be dragged into such monstrous Karma... why!"

"Escape? Where can we escape to?"

Someone murmured lowly, their voice filled with dead, silent despair, no light remaining in their eyes:

"If a Void Immortal wants to find someone, even to the ends of the earth or the Yellow Springs, what use is it? It is just seeking one's own death, adding to the pain in vain..."

"Could it be... could it be that we must really sit and wait for death, waiting for Li Jiuyou to reach Major Achievement in his cultivation, to walk over step by step and harvest us one by one, to slaughter us all?"

Someone roared hysterically, extreme fear surging in their eyes—deep within the fear, an almost insane despair sprouted.

This was the despair of knowing the path ahead was a dead end, yet having no room to turn back; the despair of knowing one was a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, yet being powerless to even struggle!

On the Martial Arts Arena, that bone-deep fear continued to spread and ferment—like a poisonous vine wrapping around the heart, choking everyone until they couldn't breathe, their Divine Soul on the verge of cracking.

The sky of the Northern Region had already changed, and this storm covering the sky had only just begun.

The Karma planted today had long determined the fruit of another day—it would surely be a storm of blood, corpses everywhere, with no one able to escape!

Just as the boundless silence and despair washed over everyone's Divine Soul like an inky tide, on the verge of completely swallowing all consciousness—

"Woo—!!!" "Woo—!!!" "Woo—!!!"

The sound of a war horn suddenly exploded from the extreme northern horizon!

One sound layered upon another, vigorous like an ancient Dragon roaring to the sky, heavy like a ten-thousand-fathom mountain collapsing with a roar.

The piercing power went straight through the Nine Heavens, splitting stones and piercing metal, instantly tearing apart the stagnant silence hanging over the Xuantian Sect like dead water.

Just like a thunderclap breaking through the air, it slammed fiercely into the ears of every dazed and distracted Cultivator—shaking their Divine Soul violently!

This was by no means an ordinary horn for a Sect gathering, nor was it the joyful sound of a celebration or banquet.

Within the sound of the horn, it was wrapped in the biting iron and blood of the desert sands of the north, congealed with the chilling slaughter of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and hidden with the tragic determination of a desperate battle—moreover, it exuded an unyielding will inherited from the ancient primordial times, carved deep into the bones and blood of the Human Race, to guard the territory with one's life!

It was the War Horn of Yuyao Pass!

It was the battle cry of life and death from a majestic fortress that spanned the extreme north of the Northern Region, guarding the Human Race for thousands of years!

It was the highest-level Dawn Horn—the ultimate warning of a full-scale invasion by the Yao Race and the life-and-death survival of the Human Race!

"What is that sound?!"

A shocked shout suddenly exploded, forcefully breaking the daze of the entire crowd.

"This is... is this the Dawn Horn of Yuyao Pass?!"

An old Cultivator with white hair and beard, bearing the mark of an ancient Sect on his brow, looked up abruptly, his unfocused pupils suddenly shrinking like needles, finally gathering a trace of focus in his eyes.

He stumbled to his feet, his voice filled with unbelievable, breathless exclamation—his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

"Three sounds in succession, a bloody battle with no retreat! It is the Yao Race... the Yao Race has broken through the pass in a massive force!"

Another person's face turned instantly as pale as paper.

The mind that had been tightly gripped by the Void Immortal's pressure and the fear of Liquidation was actually yanked back by this horn sound—surging in the bottom of their hearts was the tremor of racial survival carved into the Divine Soul of the Human Race, with bone-chilling cold penetrating straight to the marrow.

This desolate and tragic Dawn Horn was like a basin of biting ice water poured over their heads—harshly waking up everyone who had been sinking into the abyss of fear.

Those Cultivators who were slumped on the ground, dazed and sluggish, or despairingly numb, all looked up abruptly at this moment, their gazes piercing in unison toward the extreme northern horizon.

Even though they were separated by ten thousand miles, it was as if they could see the direction of that majestic fortress—smoke of war rolling into the sky, blood-colored light staining the firmament.

They subconsciously activated their Divine Sense, spreading it crazily toward the extreme north—

Although separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, anyone whose cultivation had entered the Golden Core stage or above could clearly sense that the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi at the extreme north of the Northern Region was in a terrifying state of violent chaos, surging endlessly like boiling water!

The Demonic Qi rushing into the sky was as black as thick ink, covering the sky and blocking the sun, intertwined with the extremely tragic and fierce blood-evil aura.

Yet there was a Human Race Battle Intent that shook the heavens and the earth, rushing up against the trend from the Demonic Qi and blood mist like a prairie fire!

The three auras clashed and surged crazily, and even from a distance of ten thousand miles, it made everyone feel terrified and their scalps tingle—as if the next second, that slaughter with flying flesh and blood would spread to before their eyes!

The Yao Race! It was actually the Yao Race!

Just at the moment when the Void Immortal appeared and the pattern of the Northern Region was collapsing—the Yao Race had brazenly launched an unprecedented, crazy, and fierce attack!

Yuyao Pass is in danger! The territory of the Human Race in the Northern Region is in danger!

This sudden and shocking change, like a thunderclap striking into dead water, caused the suffocating atmosphere of despair on the Martial Arts Arena to strangely crack open a sliver of a gap.

Everyone's mind was firmly drawn by the horn from the extreme north and the monstrous Demonic Qi, and in their daze and loss, they temporarily forgot the cold sword named "Liquidation" hanging over their heads.

But in this moment of daze and helplessness—

"Hahaha! Hahahaha!"

An abrupt, wild laugh suddenly exploded from a corner of the crowd!

The laughter was hoarse and harsh, but it was wrapped in the relief of breaking the jar, hiding the madness of having no way out—instantly overpowering the whispers of the crowd and slamming fiercely into everyone's ears!

Everyone looked toward the sound in a hurry, only to see a middle-aged Cultivator stumbling to his feet.

He had also been one of those who besieged Li Jiuyou, and at this moment, his face was still pale and his clothes stained with blood.

But in those eyes that were originally filled with fear, a strange flame was burning—that was the light of madness, seeing a glimmer of hope in a desperate situation, and wanting to grasp it at all costs!

"Liquidation? Hahaha! Liquidation!"

He pointed at the Void Realm where the carriage had disappeared, laughing until he bent over, tears almost gushing out.

The laughter was full of mockery—mocking others, and even more so, mocking himself:

"Instead of living in fear day and night, sleeping with fear, waiting for Li Jiuyou to reach Major Achievement in his cultivation to come and liquidate us, and finally turning into withered bones in silence, bearing the eternal infamy of greed and ugliness..."

He suddenly stopped laughing, the madness around him suddenly subsided, turning into a fanaticism close to martyrdom.

His gaze was like a torch, sweeping over the faces around him—some astonished, some numb, some thoughtful—and his voice suddenly rose like the beating of war drums—shaking everyone's eardrums until they hummed:

"It is better to join Yuyao Pass! With my broken body, cast a barrier for the Human Race! With my fresh blood, dye the war flag of our race!"

"To die under the claws and teeth of the Yao Race is to die for the Human Race! It is to be a hero! To be able to be engraved on the heroic spirit monument of Yuyao Pass, perhaps I can still leave a mark on the history books! My descendants of the Family can also be protected by the Luck of the Human Race, free from unjust disasters!"

"Even if I die, I must die vigorously! Die for a worthy cause! It is better than later, like a stray dog, a roadside wild dog, being quietly 'liquidated' by Li Jiuyou—without even a place to be buried!"

These words, like a thunderclap from the Nine Heavens, struck down—slamming fiercely onto everyone's chaotic minds!

It was even more like a sudden enlightenment, making everyone sinking into despair feel a huge shock in their hearts!

That's right!

Ahead, there was the supreme deterrence of the Void Immortal Chu Changsheng, and the future Liquidation of Li Jiuyou's Nine Nether Underworld King Body and Ten Fiends Treasure Technique—that cold sword hung over their heads, with nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, and the rest of their lives would just be worn away in endless fear, their Dao Heart collapsing, their cultivation stagnating, no different from walking corpses.

But behind, there was the massive invasion of the Yao Race, Yuyao Pass was in an emergency, and the border of the Human Race was in danger—it was the time when people were needed, and it was where the great righteousness of the Human Race lay!

Instead of waiting for death in despair, consuming the rest of one's life in days of panic—why not fight for a completely different ending?

Go to Yuyao Pass!

Throw yourself into that battlefield like a meat grinder!

If one dies in battle, one is a hero who sacrificed for the Human Race, washing away today's sins of greed, leaving behind a lifetime of fame, and the Family can also seek protection.

If one is lucky enough not to die, and establishes great military exploits in the bloody battle, perhaps one can gain the appreciation of the high-level Human Race—or even... gain the favor of the newly promoted Void Immortal Chu Changsheng?

After all, a Void Immortal is also a Cultivator of the Human Race, how could he ignore the heroes of the Human Race?

At the very least, one could temporarily leave this place of right and wrong in the Northern Region, seeking a trace of spiritual "atonement" in the blood and fire of the battlefield—gaining a sense of relief!

This road, which seemed to be a dead end for death, in the eyes of these Northern Region Cultivators who were at a dead end and whose Dao Heart was on the verge of collapse—had actually become the only way out, shining with a strange light of "hope"!

"Well said!"

A rough and violent shout suddenly exploded.

A Body Cultivator, three zhang tall with knotted muscles, slammed his chest, making a muffled thud.

He had previously been injured in his internal organs by the Void Immortal's pressure, but at this moment, his eyes were bloodshot, and a fierce light was fully exposed—

This fierce light was no longer aimed at the direction where Chu Changsheng had left, but was locked tightly toward the land of the Yao Race in the extreme north!

"I have lived for hundreds of years, and I hate this group of man-eating Yao Race the most! Instead of huddling here in fear, waiting for death, it is better to go to Yuyao Pass and kill to my heart's content! Killing one is enough, killing two is a profit! Even if I die, I must drag a group of Yao Race to be my cushion!"

This was the first responder—like a spark thrown into a gunpowder barrel, instantly igniting the silent flames in everyone's hearts!

"My Ice Soul Sword Pavilion is willing to devote the strength of the entire Pavilion to rush to the aid of Yuyao Pass!"

The female Sword Cultivator with a frost-covered face straightened her body abruptly.

Her body, which had been trembling slightly, was now as steady as a cold peak.

She raised her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth, her long sword returned to its scabbard, the clanging sound clear and ear-piercing—her voice was cold but resolute, carrying an unquestionable majesty.

The dozens of Ice Soul Sword Pavilion Disciples behind her also bowed solemnly one after another, their Sword Intent awe-inspiring.

Although they looked weary, not a single one flinched—rushing to aid the border is the great righteousness of the Human Race, and this great righteousness might be able to slightly eliminate the Karma of today's greedy action, protecting the Sect's survival.