Chapter 415

Chapter 415: A Matter of Life and Death

However, their strength was still too weak. Even after joining the battle, their assistance proved minimal. Instead, they provoked the enemy’s Thunder Tribulation Immortal.

A ghastly skull emerged again from the pitch-black clouds. Burning with humiliation and rage, it roared, "You insignificant insects dare resist me? Once I breach these defenses, you’ll beg for death in vain!"

Mr. Suan Mei instantly leaped forward, shouting insults, "You masked coward! What gives you the right to boast here? If you’re truly mighty, declare your name! Do you even have the courage?"

Clearly, Mr. Suan Mei aimed to provoke the enemy into revealing his identity. This way, even if they perished, Fang Lie would have a target for future vengeance.

Yet Mr. Suan Mei sorely underestimated the demonic sect’s shamelessness. Despite being a revered Thunder Tribulation Immortal publicly insulted by a junior, the figure refused to reveal himself. Instead, he thundered, "You wretched fool! You’ve sealed your fate. I’ll end you now!"

As his voice faded, the churning dark clouds dissipated completely, unveiling a colossal gate and a single figure.

The White Bone World-Breaking Gate loomed thousands of feet tall, constructed entirely of bleached bones adorned with countless skulls. The armored figure stood encased in white bone plate, his features hidden. The terrifying aura radiating from him confirmed his status as at least a mid-stage Thunder Tribulation Immortal.

Though none recognized this mysterious cultivator, the gate’s appearance drew gasps of recognition.

"The White Bone Sect’s peak eighth-rank large treasure—the White Bone World-Breaking Gate!"

"Heavens! That’s one of their three treasured relics! Have they gone mad? Losing it would devastate them!"

"So that’s why these white-bone monsters are endless! The gate’s work!"

"Look! Beyond lies an endless bone mountain range! Someone’s casting spells at an altar—must be the White Bone Ghost Realm! Another White Bone Sect Thunder Tribulation Immortal! Together they’re teleporting infinite monsters through this treasure!"

To ensure victory, the White Bone Sect had deployed their peak eighth-rank large treasure. Such artifacts rival higher-ranked treasures in power—the eighth-rank being slightly inferior to Ninth-Rank treasures, making them exceptionally rare.

Though lacking offensive power, the White Bone World-Breaking Gate possessed an insane ability: piercing dimensional barriers to connect worlds. Activating it required two mid-stage Thunder Tribulation Immortals, but only one needed to sustain it afterward.

This defied natural laws. Normally, interdimensional travel drained immense power—teleporting a single person proved taxing. Yet this gate could remain open indefinitely, allowing entire armies through.

The White Bone Sect’s true terror lay in their endless white-bone monsters. Within their White Bone Ghost Realm, bone mountains provided limitless materials. Battling them there meant certain defeat. Previously, transporting these forces proved difficult—but not with their World-Breaking Gate.

Wherever the gate stood, infinite white-bone monsters emerged. Even Thunder Tribulation Immortals and Semi-Immortals could drown in these tides of bone.

The crowd felt little fear toward the Thunder Tribulation Immortal alone. But witnessing the gate, dread and despair gripped every heart.

Even the Eight Immortals believed themselves doomed. Against this endless army, their meager forces stood no chance.

Having revealed his trump card, the Thunder Tribulation Immortal roared, limbs splayed wide.

Fresh hordes of white-bone monsters poured forth—but instead of attacking, they shattered instantly. Their sturdiest bone fragments flew toward the Immortal’s armor, adhering with sharp cracks.

Thousands perished, their essence methodically enlarging the armor. From human-sized, it swelled to dozens of yards.

Within fifteen minutes, a hundred-yard-tall white bone divine demon towered before the horrified onlookers.

This was an eight-armed divine demon, each Arm holding different weapons—a bone sword, bone shield, bone spear, and others.

Its head was a massive skull with crimson flames blazing in its eye sockets!

Without question, this terrifying divine skill had been created by sacrificing hundreds of thousands of white-bone monsters, refining their essences into the white bone divine demon.

The weakest among the sacrificed white-bone monsters were Fifth Rank, their essences almost certainly becoming Sixth-rank materials.

This meant the six-to-seven-hundred-yard-tall White Bone Giant was entirely forged from materials above Sixth-rank. Its defensive power alone was utterly horrifying!

True to form, once summoned, the white bone divine demon strode forward arrogantly, showing no trace of fear.

Within Iron-Walled Jin City, thousands of Divine Lightning Towers concentrated their firepower for a joint attack—but achieved nothing.

Fireballs, Sword Rays, Thunderbolts, and other Dao magic attacks all failed against its armored surface.

Divine patterns shimmered across its bone armor, effortlessly deflecting the bombardment.

This hastily assembled white bone divine demon had clearly been forged into a treasure weapon layered with divine patterns. Combined with the Thunder Tribulation Immortal’s methods and high-grade materials, it achieved near-invincibility.

Even when the Earth’s Magnetic Force Warship joined the assault, its thirty-six Earth’s Magnetic Divine Light Towers only made the demon stagger slightly, dimming its surface bones.

The shattered bone fragments meant little, as more white-bone monsters kept emerging to donate their essence bones for repairs and reinforcement.

Shamefully, the warship’s damage output couldn’t match the demon’s regeneration rate!

The Eighth-rank Earth’s Magnetic Force Warship’s impotence against it made the Eight Immortals and other Iron-Walled Jin City cultivators exchange despairing glances.

How could such a monstrosity be defeated?

Seeing their helplessness, the Thunder Tribulation Immortal laughed triumphantly. "Wretched scoundrels! Your struggle means nothing! Bare your necks and let this Dao master slaughter you swiftly!"

He advanced relentlessly toward the defenses. Once this colossal tank breached their lines, Iron-Walled Jin City’s fall—and its inhabitants’ deaths—would be inevitable.

Yet at this critical juncture, an overwhelming Spiritual Pressure suddenly erupted.

So immense was this force that even the white bone divine demon froze, warily turning toward Magma Lake at the city’s heart.

The lake’s magma churned violently, a massive bulge swelling at its center as if something enormous rose from below.

With a thunderous roar, a circular mass tens of yards wide burst upward, scattering magma everywhere.

The rising structure revealed itself—a ring connected to a cylindrical pillar hundreds of yards long and dozens wide, spiral patterns winding across its surface.

Higher it rose, unveiling an obsidian sword. The bulge formed its pommel decoration, the pillar its hilt.

The full weapon emerged—a thousand-yard-long broadsword radiating primal majesty. Countless divine patterns shimmered across its blade despite its weathered appearance.

Though resembling an unearthed relic, its oppressive aura inspired primal dread.

Mr. Suan Mei gaped in astonishment. "Isn’t this a large treasure weapon—the flying sword—crafted exclusively by East Kunlun’s sword cultivators? Why is one concealed here? And it’s clearly a top-grade Eighth-rank artifact! By the heavens, what madness is this?"