2025-12-25 17:15:27“East direction!” Ayu shouted, her hand already gripping her pistol tightly, even though she knew conventional bullets might not be much use against the energy wave she felt. “Two kilometers away, but moving fast! These are not wild beasts, Commander. The pattern is organized!”
Artur stepped out from behind the vine curtain, his half-open shirt fluttering in the cold morning wind. He didn’t look panicked. On the contrary, there was an unnatural calmness on his face, as if he had just woken up from a long, refreshing sleep. His eyes, usually dark brown, now had a faint golden glint in his irises—a sign of a *Cultivator Level 1*.
Behind him, Xiao Wei stepped out.
Ayu gasped softly. The cultivator girl who had looked dying, pale, and wounded just hours ago was gone. The figure standing behind Artur seemed to glow. Her skin was as white as alabaster and emitted a faint light, her black hai
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Chapter 44: The Collapse of the Alliance
Pale golden Immortal blood dripped from Artur's lips, pooling on the cracked earth beneath him. Every breath was a painful struggle, the shards of his shattered ribs threatening to puncture his lungs. The world around him spun into a blurry vortex of gray and red. The sounds of battle—screams, explosions, demonic roars—were distant and muffled, as if coming from behind a thick wall of water.He had lost.Not just a loss in a duel. This was absolute defeat. Total annihilation where every ounce of strength, every strategy, every drop of courage he had mustered was merely a joke to an enemy whose level was impossibly far above his own.*I… am weak…*That thought, the poison he hated most, crept back into his fading consciousness. The shadow of his skinny, battered self in the narrow alley haunted him again, laughing at him. *See?* the shadow whispered. *No matter how strong you
Chapter 43: The Might of Demon Warlord Cupetong
Chaos was music to Cupetong. From his high throne, he watched the symphony of destruction he had created with the satisfaction of a maestro. The screams of cultivators, the clang of broken swords, and the desperate explosions of spells combined into a beautiful melody in his ears."Look at them," he muttered to himself. "Ants daring to challenge the heavens. It is beautiful when they are crushed."His eyes then fixed on one anomaly in the middle of his masterpiece. A golden vortex behind his troop lines. Artur.The Demon Warlord watched with cold interest as the 'little Immortal' slaughtered hundreds of his demon soldiers with brutal efficiency. Every movement was fast, deadly, and without hesitation. There was a cruelty in his fighting style that reminded Cupetong of his master, Emperor Valir."You are indeed different from the rest," Cupetong said softly. "Perhaps you are worthy of my personal atte
Chapter 42: Duel at the Gate of Calamity
The tsunami of darkness slammed into their three-layered shield with the force of a raging ocean. The screams of thousands of souls trapped within the demonic energy scraped eardrums and tore at sanity.CRACK!The outermost layer of the shield—Ling Ling's gigantic white lotus petal—creaked violently like shattering glass. The woman's face was pale, a drop of blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. In the second layer, Ayu's dark blue energy shield flickered wildly, her military discipline struggling against pure chaos."I can't hold it much longer!" Ling Ling shouted through their mental link, her voice strained. "The energy is too corrosive!"Artur, who was the core of the defense formation, snarled. His *Aura of the Golden Dragon*, which formed the innermost layer, felt like it was being simultaneously burned and frozen. He looked down at his troops. Hundreds, perhaps thousands of
Chapter 41: The Demonic Line of Defense
The initially hesitant cheers now exploded from the ranks of the White Alliance. They had just witnessed their Grand Commander, alone, slaughter a Demon General right before the enemy gates. Hope, a dangerous emotion that had been nearly extinguished, now flared up like a dry prairie fire."HE DID IT!" shouted a young disciple from the Jade Cloud Sect, his sword raised high in the air."LONG LIVE GRAND COMMANDER ARTUR!" another echoed.Ling Ling and Ayu, who had been holding their breath, finally exhaled in relief, though only for a moment. "He's insane," Ling Ling whispered, her hand clutching her chest, her heart still pounding. "But he did it.""He's hurt, Sect Leader Ling," Ayu said, her sharp eyes not missing the black blood Artur coughed up. "Victory comes at a price."Before the demonic gates, Artur forced himself to stand. Every breath felt like inhaling shards of glass,
Chapter 40: The Grand Commander's Lineup
Dawn broke over Lotus Mountain, not with the warmth of the morning sun, but with the cold aura of freshly sharpened steel. On the main training ground—the same place where Artur had proven his strength days ago—thousands of cultivators stood in tight formation. A tense silence enveloped them, broken only by the soft roar of the wind and the occasional clinking of armor rubbing together.They were a combination of all the White Alliance sects. The Sky Sword Sect in their sky-blue robes, the Jade Cloud Sect in pristine white robes, the Tranquil Water Sect in moss-green attire, and dozens of other smaller sects, all standing shoulder-to-shoulder under the banner of the Lotus Flower Sect. Their faces were pale, most of them very young. In their eyes, a mixture of deep fear and forced determination shone. They knew what awaited them. They knew they most likely would not see the next dawn.In front of the restless ranks, on a raised st
Chapter 39: Teleportation Training and War Synergy
Night descended upon Lotus Mountain like thick black velvet, devoid of moonlight or stars. The air felt cold and heavy, as if the universe itself was holding its breath in anticipation of the coming battle.On the sect's highest peak, on a stone observation deck that faced Peach Blossom Mountain in the distance, Artur stood alone. The strong night wind whipped his white robe and his slightly lengthened hair, but his body remained unmoving, solid as a statue. The *Sword of Destiny* was sheathed on his back, its hilt cold and heavy on his shoulder.He closed his eyes, ignoring the outside world, and dove into the ocean of his own consciousness. There, in the midst of his mental void, he could see it: a complex geometric symbol made of threads of golden light. It was the representation of the Teleportation technique within his system.*Teleportation Level 1,* he thought. *Effective range: five meters. Instant, no concentrat
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