A Family of Hopeless Romantics, Except for the Evil Little Junior Brother Chapter 297: Burial Armament City

In the distance, several flickering teors fell into the river, emitting faint hissing sounds.

Then they vanished without a trace.

It seed that so cultivator tried to use this thod to stop the spread of the Netherwater, but unfortunately, it was all in vain.

Li Xuanxiao sat on a mountain peak, his pupils reflecting the distant scene.

A torrential downpour fell from the sky, and even cultivators at the Nascent Soul realm felt their divine sense being obstructed, their expressions sowhat anxious.

The heavy rain obviously accelerated the spread of the Netherwater.

"Senior Brother, water is flooding to the east."

Feng Liuli’s hoarse shout was torn apart by the curtain of rain.

Amidst the heavy rain, people crowded together.

Wading through water that reached their waists, they clutched ropes and moved forward inch by inch.

Shushan disciples led the way ahead, with darkness enveloping the surroundings.

Wherever the Netherwater passed, the sun and moon lost their light!

These mortals could barely see anything. Feng Liuli wiped the rainwater off her face.

The rain falling on her body made the spiritual energy inside her restless and uneasy.

"Fairy, fairy, my wife is about to give birth!!"

Feng Liuli turned and hurried over, only to see two n carrying a woman in labor, with amniotic fluid mixed with blood flowing down.

A six-year-old girl with ram horn braids clung to her brother’s back, trembling all over.

"Brother, I’m scared. Where are Mom and Dad?"

The young boy, looking no older than his sister, held back tears.

Feng Liuli forced a smile and reached out to pat the little girl’s head.

Suddenly, she understood what her senior brother ant: everywhere was filled with wails and blood.

All because of a single thought to save all living beings!

"........."

Li Xuanxiao counted with his fingers.

He tried his best to suppress the panic in his heart, but the more he suppressed it, the more flustered he beca.

His heartbeat pounded fiercely.

The scene in Li Xuanxiao’s pupils shifted to Shushan.

Under the thatched cottage of Silver Sword Peak, Shushan.

Li Xuanxiao reviewed recent intelligence.

Chaos engulfed Zhongzhou, with riots breaking out everywhere.

In the past six months, Zhongzhou was like an elderly man suffering from every ailnt at once.

"Duang~"

At that mont, a secret letter fell into the basent.

"............."

Cangzhou, Ancient Battlefield

Cangzhou and the Eastern Desolate Demon Territory faced each other from afar.

Cangzhou was once the Armant Ancestral Land.

The cultivation thod here did not rely on sword or talisman cultivation but focused solely on weapon spirits.

This place was known as the Armant Tomb.

Burial Armant City, a floating mobile fortress above the Ancient Battlefield.

The city lord Wen Yuan had waged multiple large-scale wars against the Eastern Desolate Demon Territory.

This was to temper the weapon spirits and use war to sustain war.

This was the fundantal essence of the Armant Ancestral Land.

Today, Burial Armant City’s city gates were tightly closed.

The mobile fortress began to move slowly.

At first, the movent was very subtle.

Except for those inside the city, people outside barely noticed.

However, as ti passed, the movent beca increasingly obvious and intense.

Until finally........

"Rumbling——!!"

A heavy, deafening rumble sounded quickly.

Like a thunderclap from the heavens, it echoed ear-shatteringly and spread rapidly for miles.

Burial Armant City was actually flying upward, rising, rising higher.

Continuing to ascend, endlessly ascending.

Wen Yuan stood atop Burial Armant City, overlooking the scene below.

"Master, once Burial Armant City leaves Cangzhou, the Eastern Desolate Demon Territory will be impatient. When that ti cos, blood will flow for thirty thousand miles!!"

A young disciple knelt before Wen Yuan, speaking solemnly.

"Disciple does not understand why the Burial Armant City must suddenly move."

"You don't need to know about this now," Wen Yuan replied calmly.

"Master, disciple does not understand and hopes Master will explain."

"I said, there are so things you don’t need to know too clearly right now."

Wen Yuan’s tone grew sterner.

The disciple nad Cao Changjing knelt on both knees and bowed his head to the ground.

"I beg Master to reconsider!"

"There are many things you still don’t know," Wen Yuan sighed silently.

Cao Changjing’s gaze fell on the demon tribes beyond the Burial Soul Sea.

The Eastern Desolate Demon Territory was blocked by the Burial Soul Sea, but now their entire forces had erged.

"Is that the Aquatic Tribe!?"

Cao Changjing’s expression changed abruptly.

The Burial Soul Sea separated the human realm from the demon territory.

However, at this mont, the demon army could pour out en masse.

That could only an the Aquatic Tribe had allied with the demon territory.

The Aquatic Tribe was a third party force outside both the demon territory and human realm. In the ancient war, the Aquatic Tribe allied with humans.

The Burial Soul Sea was created by the sages of the Aquatic Tribe and humans back then.

Yet now, the Aquatic Tribe actively helped the Eastern Desolate Demon Territory pass through the Burial Soul Sea.

"The Aquatic Tribe has betrayed us!"

Cao Changjing was shocked.

"Master......."

Cao Changjing’s voice suddenly stopped, staring at Master Wen Yuan in disbelief.

Wen Yuan showed no surprise as expected but rather an expression as if this was anticipated.

"Master, you knew about this!?"

Wen Yuan was silent for a mont, then heavily patted Cao Changjing’s shoulder.

"Master, what exactly are you going to do?"

The only response to Cao Changjing was silence, and only silence.

Cao Changjing gritted his teeth and suddenly leaped down.

He actually jumped directly from Burial Armant City.

This scene startled many cultivators atop Burial Armant City.

After a mont of hesitation, they also jumped down from the city.

However, in the next instant, Wen Yuan waved his hand to suppress them.

When it was Cao Changjing’s turn, Wen Yuan’s heart softened.

After all, he had personally nurtured this disciple for many years.

After a long ti, Wen Yuan shut his eyes heavily.

".........."

Cangzhou.

Over a hundred villages.

Soaring smoke twisted up into hundred-foot-tall murky waves.

Won holding infants had not even run out of the village entrance before being drowned.

The nine-headed fierce beast howled towards the sky.

It didn’t even glance down below.

In no ti, the connected villages were completely destroyed.

A black bull over thirty zhang tall was like a moving mountain.

Every step it took caused violent tremors on the ground, with molten lava flowing from its body, leaving nothing alive in its path.

This black bull marched straight toward a city.

As it approached the city, a brilliant light suddenly flared within, and the city’s protective formation was activated.

Countless figures streaked out like teors, dressed in colorful robes and wielding various magical treasures.

"Beast, get lost now!"

An angry roar echoed through the heavens and earth. Suddenly, a sword light in the sky expanded sharply and fiercely struck the black bull.

The black bull didn’t even lift an eyelid and continued walking at a steady pace.

The sword light left no mark on its hide.

In response to the following attack, the black bull casually swept its tail, instantly turning a mountain peak into dust.

Nothing could stop its advance.

Finally, it ramd into the city walls.

Like a chopstick poking tofu, it was effortlessly smashed.

The city fell!

What followed was a tide of demon beasts that almost instantly swallowed the city with a population of hundreds of thousands.