Myth Beyond Heaven

Chapter 2525: Claws of Darkness (2)

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"ARGH!!"

The grotesque creatures, their forms unable to withstand the celestial power, dissolved into wisps of black smoke, their screams of agony echoing through the chaotic expanse.

Dongfang Hao and the elders, their eyes widening in disbelief, watched as the woman single- handedly decimated the Shadow Demon horde. Her movements were a blur of grace and power, her swordsmanship a mesmerizing dance of death.

Before they could comprehend the sudden turn of events, two more figures materialized beside the woman, their presence radiating an aura of immense power.

Yun Ting wielded a massive warhammer, its head forged from the heart of a collapsing star. With each swing of his hammer, the ground trembled, and Shadow Demons were sent flying, their forms crumpling under the devastating blows.

Yun Jiajia, her youthful appearance belying her formidable strength, summoned a torrent of flames, her hands dancing in intricate patterns as she wove the fiery energy into a deadly inferno. The flames engulfed the Shadow Demons, their screams echoing through the chaotic expanse as their forms were consumed by the searing heat.

The three figures, their movements synchronized and precise, carved a path of destruction through the Shadow Demon horde. Their combined might was overwhelming, their attacks a symphony of death that echoed through the battlefield.

Dongfang Hao and the elders, their hearts filled with awe and gratitude, watched as the tide of battle turned. The Shadow Demons, their numbers dwindling rapidly, were driven back by the relentless assault of the three newcomers.

"Who are they?" Dongfang Qiang whispered, his voice filled with disbelief.

Dongfang Hao shook his head, his eyes wide with wonder. "I do not know," he replied, his voice barely a whisper.

The battle raged on, the three figures moving through the battlefield like avenging angels, their weapons a blur of deadly precision. The Shadow Demons, their morale shattered, their numbers decimated, began to falter, their attacks losing their ferocity.

The Dongfang Clan members, their spirits lifted by the arrival of their unexpected saviors, fought with renewed vigor. They rallied around the three figures, their attacks

complementing the newcomers' devastating strikes, their combined might pushing back the tide of darkness.

The Shadow Demons, their numbers dwindling, their morale shattered, were driven back, their attacks faltering, their screams of despair filling the air. They were no match for the combined power of Yun Chan, Yun Ting, Yun Jiajia, and the revitalized Dongfang Clan.

A few minutes later, the last Shadow Demon fell, its form dissolving into nothingness, its threat extinguished. The battlefield fell silent, the only sounds the ragged breaths of the exhausted cultivators and the crackling flames of Yun Jiajia's inferno.

Yun Chan, her sword sheathed, her expression calm and serene, turned toward Dongfang Hao and the elders. She approached them, her footsteps graceful and silent, her presence radiating an aura of power and authority.

"Are you alright?" she asked, her voice gentle and reassuring.

Dongfang Hao, his body battered and bruised, his heart filled with gratitude, bowed deeply. "We are eternally grateful for your assistance, honored fairies," he said, his voice filled with respect. "You have saved our lives and our home."

Yun Chan smiled faintly. "It was our pleasure," she replied, her voice carrying a hint of warmth. "Our headmaster received assistance from you once."

"Your headmaster?" Dongfang Hao was slightly surprised. "May I know her name?"

"Our headmaster is Yun Lintian. We are disciples of the Misty Cloud Sect," Yun Chan replied gently.

Dongfang Hao and Dongfang Xue were stunned. They didn't expect them to be Yun Lintian's disciples.

Dongfang Xue, her eyes wide with wonder and admiration, approached the three figures, her heart filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Seniors," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "You have saved us all."

Yun Chan smiled faintly and said nothing.

"Senior, may I know where he is?" Dongfang Xue asked cautiously.

"He's currently taking care of important business," Yun Chan replied vaguely.

Dongfang Xue naturally knew that she couldn't probe further. She changed the topic. "Please let us show our hospitality."

"That can wait," Yun Chan said and turned to look at the endless starry sky in the far distance. "We have another newcomer."

"Newcomer?" Dongfang Xue and the others became vigilant as they followed Yun Chan's

gaze.

Soon, the void rippled, and a tall, skinny man appeared. He possessed no aura, as if he were a mere mortal.

The man looked at Yun Chan with an evil grin. "I didn't expect to see his disciples here. It seems this trip wasn't in vain."

Yun Chan stared at the man attentively. "You must be Qian Guimo, the Thousand Faces God Emperor."

The man was surprised. "How surprising. How did you know that?"

Yun Chan didn't reply. She raised her hand and said to Dongfang Xue and the others, "Please

step back."

Dongfang Hao and his people exchanged glances briefly and quickly retreated.

"Sister Chan, can you let me take care of him?" Yun Jiajia asked eagerly.

"No, let me go," Yun Ting quickly said. She didn't want to miss such a precious opportunity to

test her strength.

Yun Chan smiled faintly. "You can decide yourselves."

Yun Jiajia and Yun Ting were delighted and quickly discussed it.

Qian Guimo's smile receded upon seeing this. This was simply an insult to him.

"You are as cocky as he is. No wonder you can be his disciples," he uttered coldly. A sinister light flashed across his eyes. "This is good as well. It would be interesting if I used your faces to meet him later."

Yun Jiajia and Yun Ting stopped their discussion and looked at Qian Guimo coldly.

"You are too noisy," Yun Jiajia said, her voice as cold as ice. "Let me shut you up."

With a wave of her hand, a blazing inferno erupted from her palm, engulfing Qian Guimo in a sea of flames. The flames, infused with the destructive power of the Law of Fire, roared and danced, their searing heat threatening to incinerate everything in their path.

Qian Guimo, however, remained unfazed. He chuckled darkly, his form flickering as he vanished into the shadows. The flames, unable to find their target, dissipated harmlessly into

the air.

"Heh, a little girl playing with fire," Qian Guimo's voice echoed from the shadows, mocking and condescending. "Do you really think you can harm me with such paltry tricks?"

Yun Jiajia's eyes narrowed. With a surge of her divine energy, she unleashed her true power, her aura flaring with the intensity of a thousand suns.

"Come."