372: Chapter 372 Arrival at the Demon-Controlling Pass

Alchemists and physicians shuttled through the makeshift medical area—there was not a shred of peace here, with screams and wails ringing incessantly, more heartbreaking than the front lines.

Their hands trembled as they distributed Medicinal Pills and rapidly cast healing Spells.

But there were too many wounded, and the rate of death was too fast; often, just as a wound was treated, a new casualty would be carried in.

And those whose injuries were too severe to treat could only draw their last breath in agony, being hastily pushed aside to become part of a pile of corpses—leaving not even a name behind.

In the center of Yuyao Pass, the tallest Demon-Suppressing Tower pierced straight into the clouds, puncturing the sky filled with Evil Qi clouds.

The tower body was engraved with Demon-Suppressing runes, exuding a vast pressure all year round; it was the Formation core of the entire fortress, as well as the final barrier of the Human Race.

On the top floor of the tower, in a spacious hall, several Human Race experts with deep, ocean-like auras and varying degrees of injuries stood before a giant crystal mirror, overlooking the entire battlefield.

The crystal mirror shimmered with swirling spiritual light, clearly reflecting every detail of the battlefield; even the fangs of the Yao Beasts and the bloodstains on the Cultivators were clearly visible.

The expressions of the experts were as dark as the bottom of a pot, extremely ugly, and their auras were so suppressed they were almost on the verge of exploding.

"The offensive is too fierce!"

An old man wearing a crimson Daoist robe spoke first, his voice as hoarse as a broken gong.

His hair and beard were all red, his robe stained with large patches of glaring blood; on his left shoulder was a wound deep enough to see the bone, the flesh turned outward, slowly oozing black blood—this was the invasion of Yao poison.

He was none other than the Grand Elder of the Lihuo Divine Palace, a major sect of the Nanming Continent, a Venerable at the Half-Step Void Immortal Great Perfection Realm.

"The number of tribes the Yao Race has dispatched this time far exceeds any previous large-scale invasion."

"What is more terrifying is the quality—Black Water Profound Snakes, Golden-Winged Great Roks, and Mountain-Moving Giant Apes; these Yao Race royal Bloodlines have all appeared."

"Even those ancient Yao Race tribes that have been hidden for one hundred thousand years have awakened from their slumber and stepped onto the battlefield!"

Before the words faded, an old man with a refined face, wearing a white robe and holding a bronze compass, spoke in a deep voice.

He was the Sect Master of the Tianyan Sect, the strongest Formation family in the Northern Region; at this moment, the compass needle was spinning wildly, its spiritual light dimming as if to extinguish, and the Formation power around him was in complete disarray:

"It is not just the ground and the air... beneath the ground, there are intense energy vibrations, and the frequency is extremely chaotic."

"I fear it is those Yao tribes skilled in tunneling, the Earth-Burrowing Yao and the Earth-Splitting Tuolong tribes, who are using their innate Divine Abilities to dig into the earth's veins, attempting to destroy the foundation Formation of the fortress from beneath!"

"Once the foundation Formation is broken, the defense of the entire Yuyao Pass will collapse!"

His words were like a thunderclap exploding in the hall, adding weight to the atmosphere inside and making everyone feel as if they could barely breathe.

At this moment, a general clad in profound black heavy armor, with a full beard and a mountain-like physique, stepped forward, the clashing of his armor plates emitting a dull sound.

He was the Grand Marshal of the Human Race's Northern Territory forces; his heavy armor was covered in dents and cracks, with blood seeping from the gaps.

A giant long saber in his hand was slanted into the ground, its blade still dripping with Yao blood, radiating a chilling Evil Qi.

He raised his hand to point at the Void Realm behind the Yao Race army in the crystal mirror—there, clouds surged, a mass of Chaos, with several terrifying, faint auras lurking within.

The strength of the auras was such that they faintly resonated with the Laws of heaven and earth, pressing down so hard that the entire Void Realm was trembling slightly, and even the light was distorted:

"Everyone, the most critical thing is this."

His voice carried irrepressible heaviness and despair, each word enunciated clearly, every word dripping with blood:

"These auras all belong to Void Immortal level Yao Venerables! Although they haven't attacked directly, they have locked onto the entire Yuyao Pass with their own will."

"Whenever any high-level Cultivator of our race exerts their full power, they will be locked onto by their will and suffer a thunderous blow!"

"They are waiting—waiting to see if we expose a fatal flaw, or perhaps waiting for... the arrival of 'that person'."

The words "that person" were like a ten-thousand-jin boulder thrown into a calm lake, causing the atmosphere in the hall to instantly drop to freezing, as if even their breathing was frozen.

The aura of the newly ascended Void Immortal had shaken the entire Northern Region some days ago, with ten thousand rays of rosy light descending from the heavens and purple clouds coming from the east for thirty thousand li—these Human Race experts naturally had long since sensed it, and their hearts and spirits were trembling.

The Void Immortal Realm was a Realm that had not appeared in the Northern Region for ten thousand years; it was the supreme combat power for the Human Race to resist the Yao Race. It should have been a joyous occasion, the hope of the Human Race's Northern Territory, a ray of light in the darkness.

But now, this hope had become a death warrant for Yuyao Pass.

It was precisely because the Yao Race had sensed the emergence of the new Void Immortal that they were sparing no cost, gathering the combat power of their entire race, and launching a desperate, frenzied attack on Yuyao Pass—

They wanted to break through this fortress of the Human Race's Northern Territory before that new Void Immortal completely stabilized their Realm and could take action, and then slaughter their way into the Human Race's heartland—to cut weeds and eliminate the roots, leaving no future trouble!

They did not know where that new Void Immortal was, what their identity was, what their attitude was, whether they would come to Yuyao Pass to reinforce them, or whether they were willing to die for the Human Race of the Northern Region.

They only knew—with the combat power of Yuyao Pass at this moment, they were at the end of their rope and could not hold out for much longer.

If they could not hold out until that existence arrived, if that existence chose to ignore them and was unwilling to take action...

Then today, Yuyao Pass would surely flow with blood, the fortress would fall, and the people would die—the Human Race of the Northern Territory would face an unprecedented catastrophe!

"Report—!"

A shrill cry suddenly came from outside the hall, heart-wrenching, piercing through the Restriction of the hall.

A messenger soldier was covered in blood, hair disheveled, with several wounds deep enough to see the bone, and his intestines were even sliding out from a wound.

He stumbled onto the top of the tower and knelt on the ground; the command flag in his hand had long since shattered into powder, his voice torn and barely coherent:

"Reporting to all experts! In the three hundred and seventy-fifth sector of the eastern section, the Profound Ice Earth-Splitting Formation was destroyed by the self-detonation of three Frost Giant Lizards, and a gap a zhang wide has appeared in the barrier!"

"Thousands of elites from the Yao Race's Frost Wolf tribe are pouring in through the gap! The defending general, Immortal Master Wang, fought to the death to block them, but his body perished and his Dao vanished, his Divine Soul completely destroyed! The deputy general requests emergency reinforcements—reinforcements!"

Before the words faded, another messenger soldier stumbled in, his face as pale as paper, his eyes full of fear.

One of his legs had been bitten off, and blood was gushing wildly from the wound:

"Report! The Western Section's Flying Wing Battalion has lost more than half its number, dozens of Sword-wielding Cultivators have fallen, and a huge hole has appeared in the aerial defense line!"

"Over a hundred elites of the Golden-Winged Great Rok tribe are gathering, wielding their innate Divine Ability, the Golden Wing Heaven-Slaying, intending to forcibly break through the aerial defense line—to strike directly at the Demon-Suppressing Tower! To strike directly at the Demon-Suppressing Tower!"

Bad news arrived one after another, each more dangerous and more desperate than the last.

On the crystal mirror, at that gap a zhang wide, the Frost Wolf Yao tide was already pouring in like a torrent, blue-white Yao flames surging, the Human Race Cultivators retreating steadily, blood light soaring to the sky—the gap was being continuously expanded by the Yao Race.

In the western sky, the golden spiritual light of the Golden-Winged Great Rok tribe covered the sky and blocked the sun, their sharp cries shaking the heavens. As their golden wings flapped, countless sword lights shattered; it was clear they were about to break through the defense line and swoop directly at the Demon-Suppressing Tower.

The expressions of the experts were ashen, their auras surging chaotically, with struggle, pain, and determination flashing in their eyes.

The defense line of Yuyao Pass was in distress everywhere, riddled with holes. But the high-level combat power they had was already scarce, and everyone was injured.

Dividing troops to provide support meant that the defense of other areas would become even weaker—it was no different from drinking poison to quench thirst.

But if they did not save them, the gap would only get bigger and bigger, eventually leading to a total collapse—an eternal damnation.

The difficult choice was like a sharp knife, gouging the heart of every Human Race expert.

And time was running out, passing in the blink of an eye.

Outside the tower, the slaughter continued, blood light soared to the sky, and the sounds of fighting, roaring, and screaming were intertwined—the life and death of Yuyao Pass, the survival of the Human Race in the Northern Territory, hung by a thread, tottering on the brink.

Just at this moment—

The surging sea of blood-colored Evil Qi clouds and violent Spiritual Qi above the battlefield suddenly froze without any warning.

It was not a deathly peace, but a force as dense as an eternal cold abyss and as vast as the firmament of the universe that suddenly descended upon the world.

Like a giant hand stroking a raging sea, it forcibly pressed the clamor of this heaven and earth into silence—even the howling gale and the exploding remnants of Divine Abilities retracted all their sharpness under this power, and even the trembling of the Void Realm quietly subsided.

A beam of bronze light seemed to grind its way from the end of the long river of time.

Its body was surrounded by a faint, ancient, and cold aura, ignoring the layers of airspace Restrictions laid down by Yuyao Pass, passing through the chaotic and intertwined energy turbulence—there were no earth-shattering visions, no magnificent and vast pressure, but it hovered steadily at a height of ten thousand zhang directly in front of Yuyao Pass in a manner that seemed slow but was actually faster than the perception of the Divine Soul.

It was an ancient and unadorned bronze carriage. The carriage body was cast with blurry ancient cloud patterns, and the wheels were condensed with faint star frost.

The Dragon Horse pulling the carriage was unparalleled in spirit, its entire body covered in silver scales, its four hooves stepping on ghostly blue Soul flames—it walked through the air without a sound, and the surrounding Void Realm was completely smoothed out by it, without a single ripple.

The carriage did not emit a shred of pressure, did not leak a wisp of spiritual light, and just hung quietly above the Nine Heavens—yet it inexplicably became the sole center of this chaotic world.

The slaughter, roaring, clashing of weapons, and the roaring of Spells below, all light and sound, the moment it appeared, seemed to be covered by a thin veil, their sharpness dimmed, becoming insignificant.

It was as if between heaven and earth, only this bronze carriage stood independently and loftily.

In the hall at the top of the Demon-Suppressing Tower, several Human Race experts suddenly clenched their fists, their pupils shrinking like needles, staring fixedly at that bronze figure in the crystal mirror—their breathing suddenly stopped, and the spiritual power around their bodies surged and became chaotic due to extreme shock.

That faint aura, so light it was almost impossible to capture, yet caused them, these Half-Step Void Immortal, top-tier Northern Region experts, to feel a bone-deep reverence from the depths of their Souls—it was as if they were not facing a carriage, but a Dominator of heaven and earth who overlooked the ages and held the power of life and death.

Above and below the city walls, the Human Race Cultivators and warriors fighting in blood, and the red-eyed Yao Race and Yao Beasts, all, under this inexplicable power, involuntarily stopped their actions, stiffly raising their eyes to look at the bronze carriage in the sky at a height of ten thousand zhang.

The instinct to slaughter was suppressed by a palpitation originating from the source of life, and even the flow of blood seemed to slow down a few degrees.

Between heaven and earth, only that beam of bronze light was reflected in every eye and shook every heart.

The next moment—

The curtain of the bronze carriage moved without wind and silently lifted.