Chapter 316 316: Cryonex Descended (part 1)

Chapter 316 316: Cryonex Descended (part 1)

As ten minutes elapsed, the defensive array, powered by the Qi of the cultivators, remained resolute against the demons' onslaught. The leader of the demonic horde, witnessing the persistent resistance, couldn't tolerate the defiance any longer.

"All of you are useless!" the demon leader roared, his voice cutting through the chaotic clash. "You can't even handle ten humans. Humans shouldn't have a chance fighting us!"

With disdain in his eyes, the demon leader descended from the darkened sky, landing with an ominous presence. The commander, standing at the forefront, met the leader's gaze with unwavering determination. Both figures, possessing the same cultivation level, prepared for a clash that would resonate through the realms.

The demon leader, radiating malevolence, taunted the commander, "It's time for you to witness the might of demons firsthand."

The commander, undeterred by the demon's provocation, responded with a calm yet resolute tone, "Your overconfidence will be your downfall."

Without further exchange of words, the leader of the demons lunged forward with incredible speed, a torrent of dark energy trailing in his wake. The commander, fortified by the Qi of the cultivators, met the challenge head-on, their clash creating shockwaves that rippled through the night.

The battle between the commander and the demon leader unfolded as a mesmerizing dance of martial prowess. Each strike resonated with the power of cultivation, the clash of energies sending shockwaves that reverberated through the celestial realm. The defensive array, though under immense pressure from the rest of the demon horde, held its ground against the tide of darkness.

The demon leader, fueled by malevolent intent, unleashed devastating techniques that strained the commander's defenses. However, the commander, empowered by the Qi of the cultivators, exhibited a level of resilience that surpassed his usual capabilities. Each movement was calculated, each counterattack precise.

The demon leader, his dark robes billowing with ominous energy, executed a technique known as the "Shadow Serpent's Wrath." Dark tendrils, reminiscent of serpentine forms, shot forth from his fingertips, weaving through the air with deadly precision. The commander, anticipating the attack, evaded with a grace born of years of cultivation experience.

As the commander skillfully parried the demon leader's onslaught, his eyes flickered with a sudden realization. The defensive array, now holding strong against the demons, provided a glimmer of hope. "If this continues, we might have a real chance to survive," he thought, a spark of optimism igniting in his gaze.

However, the elation was short-lived as an oppressive power descended upon the battlefield. The very air seemed to freeze as Cryonex, a figure of legendary stature in the Azure Continent, materialized with an aura that commanded both fear and reverence.

As Cryonex materialized, his cold gaze swept across the chaos, and he addressed the leader of the demonic expedition with a voice that cut through the tumultuous sounds of battle. "Zaroth, what is happening here, and why are you taking too long to destroy this place?"

Zaroth, the demon leader, visibly trembled at the recognition and use of his name. "Commander Cryonex, please have mercy on me," Zaroth stammered, beads of sweat forming on his demonic forehead. "Because of these eleven humans, we are unable to destroy the array. They resist with unexpected strength."

Cryonex's icy stare intensified, and a frigid aura enveloped him as he assessed the situation. "Eleven humans impeding your progress?" he questioned with a tone that brooked no excuses. "Explain yourself, Zaroth."

Zaroth, feeling the weight of Cryonex's scrutiny, hastily explained, "They are led by this old fart. He's using some kind of array, and their combined strength is proving formidable. We were about to break through when you arrived."

Cryonex, displeasure etched on his frosty countenance, turned his attention to the ongoing battle. "You disappoint me, Zaroth. I will handle this personally."

Upon hearing Cryonex's ominous words, the commander, drenched in sweat from the relentless battle, immediately turned to the ten cultivators who were still channeling their Qi into the array. His voice resonated with urgency, "All of you, go back to the city now."

However, before the cultivators could heed the commander's command, Cryonex's icy retort cut through the air, "Too late, human." With a commanding gesture, Cryonex opened his palm, and a colossal black hand materialized in the celestial expanse above the city. The sheer size of the demonic palm could cover the entire city beneath its shadow.