Desolate Devouring Art - Chapter 1323 - Massacre
Chapter 1323 – Massacre
Under the nether clan’s control, the Black Bull Demon mustered its last shred of strength and charged at the Icebound Expanse Array. The impact boomed across the range as countless cracks webbed over the array’s surface; its horns embedded in the barrier as its body collapsed to the ground, taking its last breath.
“Quick, attack the spiritual array!” The nether clan members swarmed like locusts and hurled themselves at the barrier.
The cracks multiplied rapidly, and Vanya reached her limit. A mighty nether clansman tore open a gap and stepped inside; she summoned her weapon and met him head-on.
A’Lei and A’Li dropped to the ground; they were so exhausted that they could not even lift an eyelid.
Vanya could not possibly resist thousands of nether clansmen alone and yielded ground until no path of retreat remained. The Ghost Pupil slowly closed, and the massive vortex in the sky gradually vanished.
The desolate world continued to roar. Liu Wuxie had reached the limits of the Panwu Divine Art as countless stars lit within him. The True Dragon Physique’s power surged to an unbelievable height, perhaps even beyond Elder Long’s True Dragon Physique.
Several nether clansmen slipped past Vanya and appeared before Liu Wuxie. Then, they attacked. From the sheer force of those blows, one strike would kill him if it landed. Just as the blades neared his head, a powerful storm erupted from him.
Space trembled and collapsed as a violent force rippled outward in a shockwave. The charging nether clansmen exploded on the spot, unable to withstand it.
The sight made the nether clan members abandon Vanya and rush at Liu Wuxie without hesitation. He was about to awaken; their greatest enemy was about to awaken. However, if they captured him alive, they could refine the Ghost Pupil inside him.
When Liu Wuxie’s eyes snapped open, light blazed from them and lit the entire sixth level of the Netherworld. Boundless power gathered into a screen in the heavens as the Great Frost Mythical Art manifested.
The Great Frost Mythical Art materialized into countless ice spears that plunged into the charging nether clan members, taking their lives in an instant.
As boundless dark-attribute energy poured into the desolate world, Liu Wuxie’s cultivation climbed. Even after reaching the first-level Primal Origin Realm, his true essence was still surging.
Most importantly, his murderous intent took form behind him as a black demon god. Born of killing intent, it rushed forward with unstoppable might and erased dozens of nether clan members in its path.
After the slaughter, Liu Wuxie finally rose. He had consolidated his aura.
“You all deserve to die!” He struck without another word, conjuring a giant palm that covered half the sky. The simple-looking blow carried world-destroying power, sending countless nether clansmen fleeing in terror.
“Vanya, leave them to me. Save A’Lei and A’Li!” Liu Wuxie said, Soul Fire igniting in his eyes.
After all, many members of the ghost clans still lingered nearby; they had escaped the Ghost Pupil. Liu Wuxie had nearly exhausted his soul energy to execute it once, and he dared not use it again lightly.
“Okay!” Vanya broke the encirclement and blinked to the two giants’ sides. Their breaths had grown faint; sheer will alone kept them alive.
“Big Brother A’Lei, Big Brother A’Li, hold on! I’ll save you two,” she said, chanting the Great Healing Magic. She poured all remaining magical force into the spell, and two halos formed, wrapping the giants.
Liu Wuxie cast the Dragon-Grasping Hand, summoning countless dragon claws that blanketed the sky and locked onto every nether clansman.
Now that he had reached the Primal Origin Realm, his strength had transformed; his combat power surpassed any cultivator at the Primal Origin Realm.
Even his soul sea had expanded, letting him command tens of thousands of dragon claws at once. When the claws descended, the nether clansmen died without resistance. With a single strike, he crushed over three hundred of them.
Nether energy poured into Liu Wuxie, and together with the deathly energy he had refined from the ghost clan, he sensed that he was on the verge of mastering the Great Death Mythical Art.
“Great Five Elemental Mythical Art!” He unleashed it again. He would not rest until every last one of the nether clan members around him was dead.
Looking at the injured A’Lei and A’Li, his murderous intent surged anew. If the two giants had not risked their lives to buy him time, he would have died at the hands of the nether clan.
The faceless clan began to retreat at the sight of Liu Wuxie cutting down all who stood before him. Within a radius of a thousand meters, the battlefield became empty; not a single nether clansman remained.
“None will leave this place alive,” Liu Wuxie roared, releasing boundless cursed energy. It thickened into fog and shrouded tens of thousands of meters.
Then, he cast the Great Spatial Mythical Art to seal the surrounding space, imprisoning the faceless clan on the spot. If not for them, A’Lei and A’Li would not have suffered such grievous wounds; these faceless clansmen had to die today.
The massacre continued. Like a deity, he unleashed immense power with the slightest gesture. A giant palm became a grinding millstone, reducing everything in its path to nothing.
“ARGH!” The nether clansmen caught beneath the millstone screamed as their bodies burst under the crushing force, blood spraying into a gruesome haze.
Thanks to Vanya’s treatment, A’Lei and A’Li’s injuries stabilized. With a few days of rest, they would recover completely; the giant clan’s physique bestowed upon them an exceedingly high healing rate.
The giants struggled to sit, and they waved in excitement as Liu Wuxie reaped the lives of their enemies as if they were grain. They almost joined the fight, but Vanya stopped them. They had just stabilized and were in no condition to battle.
After Vanya had exhausted the last vestiges of her magical force, she sat down to recover.
Liu Wuxie did not kill quickly; he moved as if strolling through a garden, taking a life with each step. Even nether clanmen at the ninth-level Primal Origin Realm couldn’t survive even a single move from him. He tapped at the air with his finger, conjuring ice spears that pierced the heads of the nether clansmen.
The ghost clan members finally felt fear and tried to retreat, but Liu Wuxie had already sealed the surrounding space.
“Soul Spear!” His soul energy formed spears that rained down on the ghost clan members.
He cast the Great Death Mythical Art, draining their lifespan. Many of them withered in the blink of an eye, and not even a corpse remained. Their bodies were refined into energy and laws that merged into the desolate world.
In just fifteen minutes, he wiped out all the members of the ghost clan. Next came the members of the undead clan and the faceless clan. They, too, fell beneath his slaughter.
Once he was done, he finally let out a long breath and descended from the sky. Now that he had reached the Primal Origin Realm, he could fly without the Divine Dragon Phantom.
Just then, Liu Wuxie coughed a mouthful of blood. A scorching pain tore through his organs—the backlash from a forceful breakthrough.
“Brother Liu, are you alright?” A’Lei asked anxiously as he stood up.
“I’m fine. I’ll be fine after resting,” Liu Wuxie replied. He could finally rest; there was no fear of another wave of nether clansmen. He had practically wiped out every nether clansman on the sixth level.
Sitting cross-legged, he circulated the Desolate Devouring Art to heal. Forcing a breakthrough was truly dangerous.
After about an entire day, the two giants had recovered from most of their injuries—the elven race was famed for their healing magic. In the past, Liu Wuxie relied on Vanya’s spells to recover as well.
Meanwhile, Vanya recovered about seventy percent of her magical force and could return to battle if needed.
When Liu Wuxie’s eyes opened, a powerful surge of dark-attribute energy swept across the sixth level like a tidal wave.
“What a dreadful energy,” A’Lei murmured, heart pounding with lingering fear.
The Ghost Pupil was closed, and Liu Wuxie would only open it when needed. He rose and stretched. With the True Dragon Physique and the Panwu Divine Art, his fleshly body already rivaled the dragon clan’s.
“Congratulations on your breakthrough into the Primal Origin Realm, Brother Liu!” A’Lei and A’Li said as they walked over.
With Liu Wuxie’s breakthrough to the Primal Origin Realm, he would fear no one except experts in the Void Realm. Only Void Realm cultivators could threaten him at this point.
“Thank you for buying time for me. I’m eternally grateful,” Liu Wuxie said, bowing to the two giants. He would never forget what they had done.
“You saved us first, and it’s only natural for us to help you in return,” the two giants said, scratching their heads. The giant clan’s hearts were pure. They were not stupid—just straightforward—and would repay kindness even at the cost of their lives.
Despite what A’Lei and A’Li had said, Liu Wuxie etched the debt he owed the giant clan and the elven race into his heart. If they ever needed him, he would not stand idle.
“Let’s go to the seventh level,” Liu Wuxie said. With ten days left until the alchemy event ends, he had to gather all the ingredients he needed. Though he had collected some on the previous levels, they were nowhere near enough.
He had to head to the seventh level to find more spiritual herbs.
Sitting on A’Lei’s shoulder, Liu Wuxie shut his eyes to cultivate. He still had much to comprehend in the Primal Origin Realm, and he devoted most of his focus to the Ghost Pupil and the Great Death Mythical Art.
He had yet to excavate the Ghost Pupil’s full potential. The black vortex had only served simple uses, and, as one of the Eight Divine Pupils, there had to be more to it below the surface.
With no one stationed at the seventh-level entrance, the four entered without any issues. When they arrived on the seventh level, they found an environment unlike the sixth level—a vast desert.
Many members of the nether clan dwelled in the depths of the seventh level, and they also saw many people crossing the sands.
“Big Brother Liu, I’m afraid that the nether clan will come at us again after suffering such a heavy loss,” Vanya said, worry clouding her face. She knew that the nether clan’s upper echelons had to be feeling alarmed after losing so many of their fellow clansmen.
