Family Management Game In Immortal Continent
Author: darktea
Chapter 670: Fourteen-Armed Asura
"Charge with me!"
They drew closer and closer.
Li Yundou could even feel the auras of his clansmen. The bodies of the seven brothers and sisters began to undergo a strange transformation.
The mutation that came from consuming the Wu Bone caused scales, wings, and sharp claws to grow on their bodies. Demonic Qi steamed from them, and their eyes turned blood-red!
Li Yundou roared, "Any cultivator who looks normal is our enemy!"
"After you're done killing, record it with a Recording Stone and come claim your reward from me!"
The Demonic Qi surged to the heavens!
In their thirty-plus years under Tian Xing, the Seven Ironclads hadn't received many great benefits. But the most useful thing to them, without a doubt, was the Essence Qi that Tian Xing's great formation had plundered from the world.
That Essence Qi had allowed every one of them to attain the spiritual power of the Nascent Soul 'Leaving the Body' stage.
In about 30 minutes, the great army of demonic cultivators and Wu Clan members, led by the Seven Ironclads and the Blood Demon Lord, had arrived inside the city.
As far as the eye could see, splendid fireworks of spiritual power filled the sky, and brilliance was everywhere.
The demonic cultivators and Wu Clan members had already charged out in a chaotic mass.
The disciples of the Three Great Powers had only just adapted to the sudden assault of the Demon Clan. Now, facing the sky-filling black cloud of new enemies, their expressions changed once again.
"Demonic cultivators! And the Wu Clan?!!"
"Where did they come from?"
"Don't be afraid, they only have one Divinity Transformation expert among them!"
The Blood Demon Lord charged out without a word, his demon saber slashing horizontally as if to tear the sky open.
The Seven Ironclads, however, did not join him.
With blood-red eyes, they charged toward the area behind the 'Mountain God' at the main gate.
In just a moment, they had reached the rear of the battlefield, which their Second Aunt, Li Yaoqing, was protecting.
The wounded from this campaign lay here.
They didn't recognize the cultivators from Duskwild Prefecture, nor did they recognize Han Yun and the Old Man from Skynet, who were lying there like dead dogs. But they did see their parents, leaning against a rock and huddled together.
At this moment, although Li Yaotie possessed the 'Unorthodox Artifact Body' and his flesh had turned to artifact-metal, he had nearly fought to the death.
Previously, their meager force of only a hundred or so people had been fighting the cultivators of an entire city, all to buy time for Li Yaoqing to summon her Mountain God.
His spirit puppets had been completely expended, and even his Divine Puppet was damaged.
Now, he didn't have a shred of spiritual power left, his left arm was severed, and half his face was mangled, the wounds revealing the metallic sheen of his flesh beneath.
Bai Rourou was in no better shape. The 'Spirit Puppet: Sky-Walker' had exhausted all its various types of spiritual power.
Although she had retreated in time, her internal organs were damaged—a tragic state similar to what Li Yaozu had once suffered.
She could only be healed when Li Yaoqing had a moment to spare.
Besides the husband and wife, Li Tianming was also lying there.
The boy was mad, and his heart was truly carefree. Covered in wounds, he was sleeping soundly.
But Li Yaoqing had no time to spare. She was fighting frantically. Her 'Mountain God,' hundreds of meters tall, continuously bombarded the city, yet despite its massive size, it couldn't advance even a hundred meters.
At the same time, the spiritual power of the cultivators inside the city was constantly damaging the 'Mountain God's' body. If not for the extraordinary nature of her 'Divine Art,' she would have been unable to sustain it long ago.
"Dad, Mom!"
The Seven Ironclads were a boisterous bunch on a normal day, but this was the first time they had ever seen their parents so grievously injured. They all dropped to their knees before them at once. "Your children have arrived late!"
"A pack of little bastards…"
Bai Rourou was so weak she could only manage to raise her eyebrows.
Li Yaotie still had some strength left and cursed at the seven with a grin. But when he saw the demonic cultivators and the Wu Clan charging into the fray, and felt the powerful auras his children now possessed, a look of gratification appeared in his eyes.
"The enemy is right in front of us! What the hell are you kneeling to me for? We can talk later! Go kill the enemy!"
"Yes, Dad!"
The Seven Ironclads dared not delay. They shot to their feet and instantly floated into the air.
One after another, they hurled great Wu Clan totem pillars skyward. The pillars connected, forming a single giant club.
The seven's eyes were scarlet. Standing beside the 'Mountain God,' they glared deathly at the cultivators in the city.
"You Basterds, you dare hit my parents?!!"
Following Li Yundou's furious roar, black qi emerged from the bodies of all seven of them. This black qi swirled and melded together.
The cultivators in the city showed no change in expression, but atop the divine mountain, Li Yaoqing, who hadn't even had a chance to greet her nephews and nieces, froze in shock.
The black mist billowed!
A ten-meter-tall giant, covered in black scales, with a pair of wings and a barbed tail, burst into flight. It revealed savage, Asura-like fangs.
On this giant's shoulders, wings, chest, and even on the back of its head, eyes had grown!
The Asura had fourteen arms. Its wild roar was like many voices speaking in unison, a mix of both male and female, and the demonic sound seemed powerful enough to rupture the eardrums of everyone in the city.
"We're coming for your worthless lives!"
Its seven pairs of eyes were blood-red. This fourteen-armed Asura had already gripped the great club formed from the totem pillars.
Its aura had reached the Divinity Transformation realm!
...
"Elder, it's the Demon Race and the Wu Clan!"
"How are there more of them? How in the world did they get into our Duravia Trade Prefecture?"
"Elder, what should we do?"
If it had only been the Demon Clan that came, it would have merely been a nuisance for the Three Great Powers.
The arrival of the Blood Demon Lord and the Seven Ironclads—that was the real trouble.
The Blood Demon Lord was undying and indestructible. At the Divinity Transformation realm, he was rampaging across the battlefield.
The Seven Ironclads, having transformed into a fourteen-armed Asura body, were also incredibly formidable; even if their body were to be blasted into a mist of blood, they would still recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.
What truly threatened the Three Great Powers was not their power, but…
As the two sides clashed, a message arrived from afar.
It was a communication from the great aristocratic Clans of the Duravia Trade Prefecture.
Following the arrival of the Seven Ironclads, a message sword appeared from nowhere, tearing through the air to land in the hand of a disciple from an aristocratic clan.
After sensing the contents of the message, he let out a cry of alarm.
"This is bad! My clan sent a message! It's the sea demons—the sea demons have invaded the Eastern Coast! The clan is ordering me to return!"
"What?!!"
This cry of alarm caused the many cultivators of the Three Great Powers to freeze for a moment.
Some of the cultivators whose clans were near the Eastern Coast immediately began to withdraw from the battlefield.
The faces of the Three Great Powers' elders turned ashen.
But before they could stop anyone, a chain reaction started.
Streaks of light arrived bearing messages, or the disciples simply used their own clans' communication methods.
Even though one should not be shouting and causing a mental disturbance in such a situation, the cries of alarm continued without end.
"It's the Wu Clan and the demonic cultivators! The Li family let them in! Their goal is to gather us all in one place and annihilate us!"
"There are countless sea demons in the Eastern Sea! If our clansmen have to flee, what are we supposed to do?"
"I have to return to my clan and help!"
"You… you bastards! This is a trick by the people of Azure Cloud!"
"Don't go, you're responsible for the foundation of the array!"
At this moment, the hundreds of thousands of disciples from the Three Great Powers within the city were thrown into unending chaos.
It was useless even when their elders tried to stop them. Disciple after disciple from the aristocratic clans took advantage of the turmoil to flee, and the Three Great Powers fell into even greater disarray.
And yet, the assault from the Azure Cloud side remained ferocious.
They were still slaughtering their enemies.
They drew closer and closer.
Li Yundou could even feel the auras of his clansmen. The bodies of the seven brothers and sisters began to undergo a strange transformation.
The mutation that came from consuming the Wu Bone caused scales, wings, and sharp claws to grow on their bodies. Demonic Qi steamed from them, and their eyes turned blood-red!
Li Yundou roared, "Any cultivator who looks normal is our enemy!"
"After you're done killing, record it with a Recording Stone and come claim your reward from me!"
The Demonic Qi surged to the heavens!
In their thirty-plus years under Tian Xing, the Seven Ironclads hadn't received many great benefits. But the most useful thing to them, without a doubt, was the Essence Qi that Tian Xing's great formation had plundered from the world.
That Essence Qi had allowed every one of them to attain the spiritual power of the Nascent Soul 'Leaving the Body' stage.
In about 30 minutes, the great army of demonic cultivators and Wu Clan members, led by the Seven Ironclads and the Blood Demon Lord, had arrived inside the city.
As far as the eye could see, splendid fireworks of spiritual power filled the sky, and brilliance was everywhere.
The demonic cultivators and Wu Clan members had already charged out in a chaotic mass.
The disciples of the Three Great Powers had only just adapted to the sudden assault of the Demon Clan. Now, facing the sky-filling black cloud of new enemies, their expressions changed once again.
"Demonic cultivators! And the Wu Clan?!!"
"Where did they come from?"
"Don't be afraid, they only have one Divinity Transformation expert among them!"
The Blood Demon Lord charged out without a word, his demon saber slashing horizontally as if to tear the sky open.
The Seven Ironclads, however, did not join him.
With blood-red eyes, they charged toward the area behind the 'Mountain God' at the main gate.
In just a moment, they had reached the rear of the battlefield, which their Second Aunt, Li Yaoqing, was protecting.
The wounded from this campaign lay here.
They didn't recognize the cultivators from Duskwild Prefecture, nor did they recognize Han Yun and the Old Man from Skynet, who were lying there like dead dogs. But they did see their parents, leaning against a rock and huddled together.
At this moment, although Li Yaotie possessed the 'Unorthodox Artifact Body' and his flesh had turned to artifact-metal, he had nearly fought to the death.
Previously, their meager force of only a hundred or so people had been fighting the cultivators of an entire city, all to buy time for Li Yaoqing to summon her Mountain God.
His spirit puppets had been completely expended, and even his Divine Puppet was damaged.
Now, he didn't have a shred of spiritual power left, his left arm was severed, and half his face was mangled, the wounds revealing the metallic sheen of his flesh beneath.
Bai Rourou was in no better shape. The 'Spirit Puppet: Sky-Walker' had exhausted all its various types of spiritual power.
Although she had retreated in time, her internal organs were damaged—a tragic state similar to what Li Yaozu had once suffered.
She could only be healed when Li Yaoqing had a moment to spare.
Besides the husband and wife, Li Tianming was also lying there.
The boy was mad, and his heart was truly carefree. Covered in wounds, he was sleeping soundly.
But Li Yaoqing had no time to spare. She was fighting frantically. Her 'Mountain God,' hundreds of meters tall, continuously bombarded the city, yet despite its massive size, it couldn't advance even a hundred meters.
At the same time, the spiritual power of the cultivators inside the city was constantly damaging the 'Mountain God's' body. If not for the extraordinary nature of her 'Divine Art,' she would have been unable to sustain it long ago.
"Dad, Mom!"
The Seven Ironclads were a boisterous bunch on a normal day, but this was the first time they had ever seen their parents so grievously injured. They all dropped to their knees before them at once. "Your children have arrived late!"
"A pack of little bastards…"
Bai Rourou was so weak she could only manage to raise her eyebrows.
Li Yaotie still had some strength left and cursed at the seven with a grin. But when he saw the demonic cultivators and the Wu Clan charging into the fray, and felt the powerful auras his children now possessed, a look of gratification appeared in his eyes.
"The enemy is right in front of us! What the hell are you kneeling to me for? We can talk later! Go kill the enemy!"
"Yes, Dad!"
The Seven Ironclads dared not delay. They shot to their feet and instantly floated into the air.
One after another, they hurled great Wu Clan totem pillars skyward. The pillars connected, forming a single giant club.
The seven's eyes were scarlet. Standing beside the 'Mountain God,' they glared deathly at the cultivators in the city.
"You Basterds, you dare hit my parents?!!"
Following Li Yundou's furious roar, black qi emerged from the bodies of all seven of them. This black qi swirled and melded together.
The cultivators in the city showed no change in expression, but atop the divine mountain, Li Yaoqing, who hadn't even had a chance to greet her nephews and nieces, froze in shock.
The black mist billowed!
A ten-meter-tall giant, covered in black scales, with a pair of wings and a barbed tail, burst into flight. It revealed savage, Asura-like fangs.
On this giant's shoulders, wings, chest, and even on the back of its head, eyes had grown!
The Asura had fourteen arms. Its wild roar was like many voices speaking in unison, a mix of both male and female, and the demonic sound seemed powerful enough to rupture the eardrums of everyone in the city.
"We're coming for your worthless lives!"
Its seven pairs of eyes were blood-red. This fourteen-armed Asura had already gripped the great club formed from the totem pillars.
Its aura had reached the Divinity Transformation realm!
...
"Elder, it's the Demon Race and the Wu Clan!"
"How are there more of them? How in the world did they get into our Duravia Trade Prefecture?"
"Elder, what should we do?"
If it had only been the Demon Clan that came, it would have merely been a nuisance for the Three Great Powers.
The arrival of the Blood Demon Lord and the Seven Ironclads—that was the real trouble.
The Blood Demon Lord was undying and indestructible. At the Divinity Transformation realm, he was rampaging across the battlefield.
The Seven Ironclads, having transformed into a fourteen-armed Asura body, were also incredibly formidable; even if their body were to be blasted into a mist of blood, they would still recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.
What truly threatened the Three Great Powers was not their power, but…
As the two sides clashed, a message arrived from afar.
It was a communication from the great aristocratic Clans of the Duravia Trade Prefecture.
Following the arrival of the Seven Ironclads, a message sword appeared from nowhere, tearing through the air to land in the hand of a disciple from an aristocratic clan.
After sensing the contents of the message, he let out a cry of alarm.
"This is bad! My clan sent a message! It's the sea demons—the sea demons have invaded the Eastern Coast! The clan is ordering me to return!"
"What?!!"
This cry of alarm caused the many cultivators of the Three Great Powers to freeze for a moment.
Some of the cultivators whose clans were near the Eastern Coast immediately began to withdraw from the battlefield.
The faces of the Three Great Powers' elders turned ashen.
But before they could stop anyone, a chain reaction started.
Streaks of light arrived bearing messages, or the disciples simply used their own clans' communication methods.
Even though one should not be shouting and causing a mental disturbance in such a situation, the cries of alarm continued without end.
"It's the Wu Clan and the demonic cultivators! The Li family let them in! Their goal is to gather us all in one place and annihilate us!"
"There are countless sea demons in the Eastern Sea! If our clansmen have to flee, what are we supposed to do?"
"I have to return to my clan and help!"
"You… you bastards! This is a trick by the people of Azure Cloud!"
"Don't go, you're responsible for the foundation of the array!"
At this moment, the hundreds of thousands of disciples from the Three Great Powers within the city were thrown into unending chaos.
It was useless even when their elders tried to stop them. Disciple after disciple from the aristocratic clans took advantage of the turmoil to flee, and the Three Great Powers fell into even greater disarray.
And yet, the assault from the Azure Cloud side remained ferocious.
They were still slaughtering their enemies.