Chương 274: Who in the Mortal Realm?

The chaotic battle between the Foundation Establishment disciples of the two invading factions raged across the valley floor, a whirlwind of clashing techniques and exploding martial spirits. But as the initial shock of the assault wore on, the true powerhouses of the opposing forces began to emerge, and the scale of the conflict escalated dramatically, turning the widespread skirmish into a series of focused, devastating duels.

A mid-Core Formation commander from the Forest of the Radiant Dawn, a burly man with a fiery red beard named Borin, roared as he leaped into the fray, his heavy boots cracking the stone floor. His martial spirit, a hulking Magma Colossus, materialized behind him, a twenty-foot-tall golem of molten rock and blazing fire that radiated an almost unbearable heat.

"For the Dawn!" he bellowed, throwing a punch. The colossus mirrored the action, launching a boulder of molten earth the size of a carriage, which sizzled through the air. He was met by a high-ranking member of the Midnight Infernal Hegemony, a woman named Vexia with skin as pale as ice and eyes that burned with a cold, blue light.

Her martial spirit was a Glacial Wraith, a terrifying specter of jagged ice and howling frost that seemed to lower the temperature of the entire section of the valley by its mere presence. She did not meet the commander's fiery attacks head-on. Instead, she glided across the battlefield, the ground freezing solid beneath her feet, a trail of slick, black ice in her wake.

The wraith behind her breathed out a cone of absolute frost that met the magma boulder in mid-air, turning it to brittle, steaming obsidian in an instant, where it exploded into a thousand sharp fragments.

"You cannot win with brute force!" Vexia's cold voice echoed, as she deftly dodged a river of molten rock by flash-freezing it into a bridge beneath her feet.

"And you cannot win by running, ice witch!" Borin roared back, slamming his fists together. The Magma Colossus behind him mimicked the motion, creating a concussive blast of superheated air that shattered Vexia's makeshift bridge. Frustrated by her elusiveness, he initiated a powerful technique.

"Eruption of the Molten Heart!" He punched the ground, and a web of fiery cracks spread out. Seconds later, six massive pillars of magma energy erupted from the ground in a sequence, attempting to box her in and incinerate her. Vexia's expression remained unchanged. As the pillars of fire closed in, she countered with her own domain-like ability.

"Domain of the Hoarfrost Queen!" A wave of shimmering, soul-chilling frost expanded from her, coating everything within a hundred yards in a thick layer of ice that pulsed with a power-draining energy. The magma pillars sizzled and hardened, their fiery light extinguished. Within the frost-covered domain, three perfect ice clones of Vexia shimmered into existence, each radiating the same cold aura, making it impossible to tell which was real. Their battle was a cataclysm of elements.

Borin unleashed a wide-area technique, causing the very ground to liquefy into a boiling pool of magma around Vexia's domain, attempting to trap her. In response, the blizzard she had created intensified, a swirling vortex of blinding snow and razor-sharp hail that not only froze the surface of the magma into a treacherous field of obsidian glass but also obscured Borin's vision entirely.

From within the whiteout, dozens of immense ice lances, each ten feet long and impossibly sharp, shot out, forcing the burly commander to abandon his attack and focus on a desperate defense, his colossus forming a shield of hardened rock to block the barrage. The shockwaves from their blows tore through the encampment, leveling tents and shattering the cages of nearby prisoners, who could only cower in terror from the god-like battle raging around them.

Meanwhile, in another section of the raging battlefield near the towering stacks of prisoner cages, a different, but no less deadly, duel was unfolding. A Radiant Dawn swordmaster named Roric, whose martial spirit manifested as a pair of ethereal, Sunfire Blades floating beside his own steel sword, moved like a dancer. He faced a Hegemony assassin named Silas, a man whose Umbral Stalker spirit allowed him to melt into any shadow, becoming a patch of living darkness.

Silas struck first, emerging from the shadow of a massive cage to drive a poison-coated dagger at Roric's back. But Roric was ready. The Sunfire Blades flared with intense light, instantly burning away all nearby shadows and exposing Silas with a hiss of vaporized darkness.

"Nowhere to hide, shadow-scum!" Roric shouted, launching his attack. His three blades—one real, two spirit—moved in a complex, deadly weave, leaving trails of fire in the air, forcing the assassin into a frantic defense, his single dark dagger a blur as it parried the tri-bladed assault. Silas, realizing he couldn't win in a direct confrontation, suddenly flickered, his body dissolving into a black mist that shot towards a nearby cage full of terrified mortals.

He re-formed with his blade at the throat of a young woman.

"Stand down, or she dies!" he hissed. Roric froze, his face a mask of fury and frustration. This was the Hegemony's way—despicable, honorless tactics. But before he could respond, a beam of concentrated sunlight shot from the sky, striking the ground just behind Silas. The assassin cried out in pain as the radiant energy seared his shadow-infused spirit. It was a distraction, not a killing blow. Another Radiant Dawn disciple, an archer whose Hawkeye spirit granted her inhuman aim, had intervened from a high perch.

In that split second of Silas's pained distraction, Roric moved, a blur of motion too fast for the eye to follow, his spirit blades cleaving through the bars of the cage and his real blade ending the assassin's life. In yet another area, a team of three Radiant Dawn disciples desperately held the line against a single, hulking Hegemony Brute at the early-Core Formation stage. His martial spirit was a Plated Demon Boar, a monstrous entity that imbued his body with immense strength and a thick, chitinous armor.

A young woman with a Sunpetal Flower spirit stood at the back, streams of warm, golden light flowing from her to mend the cracks in the massive shield projected by her defender comrade, a stout man whose Adamant Shield spirit was the only thing standing between them and the Brute's battering-ram charges. This tale has been unlawfully obtained from Royal Road. If you discover it on Amazon, kindly report it.

Their third member, a lithe young man, darted around the Brute, his Swift Fox spirit allowing him to move in short, impossibly fast bursts, leaving after-images as he struck at the monster's joints with a pair of wind-infused daggers. The Brute ignored the agile attacker, focusing all his might on the defender. With a guttural roar, he charged, his body wreathed in dark, malevolent energy. He slammed into the shield, the sound a deafening boom.

The shield cracked, and the defender coughed up a mouthful of blood, but he held. The woman desperately poured more energy into him, her face pale with strain. It was a desperate battle of attrition, a combination of the Radiant Dawn's teamwork against the Hegemony's brutish power. The battle had become too destructive. The Core Formation experts had begun to carve out their own arenas, their powerful techniques tearing the encampment apart.

It was in this moment of escalating chaos that two immense, overwhelming auras erupted from the heart of the valley, silencing the entire battlefield in an instant. One aura, filled with a righteous, burning light that felt like the midday sun, descended from the lead warship of the Radiant Dawn. The other, a thing of abyssal darkness and cold, malevolent cruelty that felt like the bottom of a frozen, lightless ocean, erupted from the blood-red fortress at the center of the Hegemony's camp.

Every cultivator, from the weakest Foundation Establishment disciple to the strongest mid-Core Formation commanders like Borin and Vexia, all looked up at them. Their own spiritual energy seized up in the presence of a power that was fundamentally superior. It was not a pressure to be resisted; it was a truth to be accepted. They were ants, and gods had entered their battlefield. From the fortress, a man rose into the air.

He was tall and elegantly dressed in dark, silken robes, with a handsome, aristocratic face that was marred by a perpetual sneer. This was the leader of the Midnight Infernal Hegemony's encampment, and his power was a calm, terrifying sea at the 1st stage of the Soul Formation realm. From the warship, a second figure descended to meet him. This was the man who had first shouted the declaration of war, a stern, powerfully built man with a jaw set like granite.

He too was a 1st stage Soul Formation expert, his aura a blazing sun of righteous fury. The two leaders met in the center of the cavern, high above the frozen battlefield, their mere presence warping the air around them.

"Commander Lysander," the Hegemony leader sneered, his voice dripping with condescending amusement.

"I should have known the stench of the Order would lead me here. To think the Forest of the Radiant Dawn would send someone of your stature to this remote little mudball of a continent. Did you really follow us all the way from the Southern Azure Continent just to trouble our humble operation?"

"Commander Vorlag," Commander Lysander retorted, his voice a low, rumbling growl of pure hatred.

"I remember what you were before you embraced this rot at the Crimson Peaks. You were a scholar. Now you are just a monster's pet. There is no corner of this world you can hide in. We followed you here to finish what we started. There is no place in this world for demons like you. You should have crawled back to your own realm when you had the chance!" Vorlag threw his head back and laughed, a sound that was both charming and deeply unsettling.

"Demons? Is that what your self-righteous elders are calling us now? You call it a taint; I call it a gift. While you were content with the scraps of power the elders deigned to give you, I sought a true patron. The Radiant Dawn preaches purity but practices stagnation. The Abyss offers growth. Why settle for the stagnant, limited power of a human cultivator when the demons offer so much more?" He spread his arms wide, a manic, ecstatic light in his eyes.

"By following the path of the demons, we can achieve true power! Allow me to show you!" A horrifying transformation began. Vorlag's body convulsed violently, the sound of his bones cracking and rearranging echoing like a volley of gunshots through the silent cavern. His skin, once pale, erupted in a violent, mottled pattern of blood-red and sickly, necrotic green. Horns, thick and black and serrated like a blade's edge, tore their way through his forehead, trailing ribbons of blood.

His elegant robes ripped as his muscles expanded with an unnatural, explosive growth, his body tripling in size until he was a hulking, monstrous creature of pure, terrifying power. Li Yu, watching from the hidden ledge, felt a profound shock that resonated deep in his soul. The aura radiating from the transformed Vorlag had grown exponentially. A moment ago, he had been a 1st stage Soul Formation expert, powerful but not worrying.

Now, the power rolling off him in waves felt immensely stronger, a deep, oppressive force that felt almost as strong as Jian Xuan's true, 4th stage power. It was likely at least at the 3rd stage of Soul Formation, perhaps even stronger. Li Yu didn't know how their strengths compared to humans or what their advantages were. Were they going to have an extremely tough body like beasts do? Perhaps a very strong soul? Or maybe none of those and something else entirely, he didn't know.

He's never even seen mention of demons like this in any of the texts he's read before. But it was more than just the strength; it was the nature of the power itself. It was alien, corrupt, and filled with a malevolence that seemed to actively poison the spiritual energy of the world around it. It was a plague on this world or perhaps a plague everywhere. This was something new, something terrifying. Li Yu's understanding of the world's threats had just been violently and irrevocably expanded.

The Beast Faction and the Human Revolution Faction were immense already, their plans calling for their respective gods. This... this felt different. It was an alien corruption, a threat not just to the balance of power, but to the very world itself. It was a new, terrifying variable added to an already deadly equation. It was his first time ever seeing or running into one.

He didn't know if Vorlag was a true demon from another realm, or if this was some kind of forbidden demonic technique that had warped him into such a being. The line between the two seemed horrifyingly thin. The world, and its dangers, had just become significantly larger and more complex. Cyra, who had been silent beside him, grabbed his arm, her knuckles white. Her face was pale, a look of ancient, instinctual fear in her eyes.

"Li Yu... that energy... my instincts are screaming. It feels wrong, like a poison to the world's spiritual energy. Be careful." Li Yu's mind reeled. The new information from the two commanders painted a horrifying picture. He was no longer just dealing with a secret society; he had stumbled into a conflict that spanned continents yet again and this other realm that they were trying to open a path to. The blood sacrifices, the disappearances—it was all to fuel this demonic power.

He felt a wave of dread and of the unknown wash over him.