It had been more than a hundred years since the outbreak of the Demon Calamity. The Spirit Realm and the Demon Realm had engaged in a stalemate at the borders controlled by the three sects. The flames of war were contained within this region and did not spread to the heart of the Spirit Realm's three sects.
However, the Demon Realm's forces were naturally unwilling to be suppressed. They secretly sent out small groups of people tens of thousands of miles away to enter the heart of the Spirit Realm's territory. There was no lack of Spirit Severing stage Demon Realm cultivators leading them. As such, it was a headache for the Spirit Cultivator Alliance in the early stages.
Thankfully, relying on the original cultivator towns, the City Lords stationed there were always vigilant and strictly checked the foreign cultivators. They also constantly activated their defensive array to resist. Even if they could not destroy the Demon Realm, they could still hold on for a while.
By defending and waiting for reinforcements, once the Spirit Realm's three sects' mobile troops arrived, the invading Demon Realm cultivators could be repelled.
This situation had already extended to the area fifty thousand miles behind the Spirit Cultivator Alliance's headquarters. It forced the alliance to mobilize resources and manpower from deeper into the heart of the Spirit Cultivator Alliance to coordinate the defense.
These trivial matters were nothing more than an itch to the overall war situation. Even if the Demon Realm cultivators could take down a cultivator town, they would not be able to hold it for long. The mobile troops of the three sects were led by the elite disciples of the various sects. The members of the troops were all at the Spirit Severing stage.
After exchanging blows with the demons, even if the leader's strength was slightly weaker, the overall strength of the small team was overwhelming. In the following years, the demonic cultivators had no choice but to adjust their strategies to avoid direct conflict with the spirit cultivators.
As the war continued, many cultivators of the three sects were greatly tempered. Their overall strength rapidly increased. Especially the Li Fire Sect's disciples. Although they did not have an extremely strong figure like Chi Wuji, under the leadership of the current Spirit Severing stage Cheng Bufan, the strength of the third generation disciples increased rapidly.
It could be said that as long as the Demon Realm cultivators fought against the Li Fire Palace cultivators, they would lose at least thirty percent of their strength. Even a full Demon Realm cultivator team would not be able to withstand such a loss. Furthermore, after entering the heart of the Spirit Realm, they would face various unfavorable factors. If they lost thirty percent of their strength in a battle, they would be attacked by other Spirit Cultivator teams on the way back. When they returned to the Demon Realm's camp, the casualty rate would be even higher.
Among the devil race squads, there was a group made up entirely of devil cultivators from the Inferno Prison. The leader of this group was a Severed Soul Stage cultivator, Yan Tong. Speaking of which, he was also the strongest Severed Soul Stage cultivator of the Infernal Prison Devil Clan. Now, even he had to lead a team of tens of thousands of kilometers to harass them. One could only imagine how difficult the situation was for the Demon Race with the Spirit Demons.
Ever since he went to the Kui Sha Cave, Yan Tong had become very quiet. He would only speak a few words when facing the Body Integration Stage cultivator of the same clan, the Inferno Prison Emperor Uncle Yan Lei.
The team he led was different from other devil squads that specialized in plundering. They wandered around the thirty thousand kilometer area of the Spirit Realm as if they were shopping. Even if they saw a slightly weaker cultivator town, they didn't attack it. Under his leadership, the whole team wandered aimlessly.
His actions naturally attracted the special attention of the spirit cultivators. Even with the combined efforts of the three sects, they were unable to stop him. Only the Lifire Palace's Cheng Bufan and his sect's elite troops followed behind. But Yan Tong didn't seem to have the intention to fight. He only relied on his speed to gradually increase the distance between them to five thousand kilometers.
This caused the people of the Lifire Palace to be full of energy, and they vowed to deal with him to the end.
After contacting the disciples of the Taiqing Pavilion and the Feiyu Kenshū Sect, the three groups of people adopted the strategy of encirclement and gradually squeezed the movement space of the Infernal Prison Devil Clan within a radius of five thousand kilometers.
Cheng Bufan led the people of the two sects to continuously squeeze the inner circle from three directions. When the encirclement was within a range of three hundred kilometers, the five devil squads were sealed on a barren mountain peak. However, his spiritual sense sensed that the other party didn't have the slightest intention of panicking, nor did they have any intention of breaking out.
Those Infernal Prison Devil Clan cultivators only set up a defensive array at the peak of the mountain, as if they wanted to stay here permanently.
Seeing this, Cheng Bufan knew that there must be a reason for this, so he didn't dare to act rashly. He immediately ordered the surrounding spirit cultivators to wait for orders, while he personally went forward to check the situation.
When Cheng Bufan was about ten kilometers away from the peak of the mountain, he suddenly saw a streak of light flying out from the array and stopping in the air not far away. A voice transmitted over, "Is the person in front Dao Friend Cheng from the Lifire Palace?"
Cheng Bufan was startled. He didn't expect that this Infernal Prison Devil Clan cultivator would be able to know his origin and origin. It seemed like his identity wasn't simple.
Since the other party treated him with respect, Cheng Bufan couldn't just shout and kill him. He had to figure out the other party's intentions before coming up with a countermeasure. After thinking about it, he cupped his fists and said, "I wonder why Dao Friend is wandering around in my Spiritual Realm? You have to know that right now, the Devil Calamity is erupting. Dao Friend's actions seem to have a hint of provocation."
After the streak of light faded, Yan Tong's appearance was revealed. After sizing up Cheng Bufan, he opened his mouth and said, "I am Yan Tong from the Infernal Prison Devil Clan. I have an appointment with an old friend from the Lifire Palace to meet here. Dao Friend Cheng's presence here has disturbed the mood. Please leave quickly. After I meet with my old friend, I will leave on my own."
"Your old friend is in the Lifire Palace?" Cheng Bufan sneered, "In the entire Lifire Palace, who do I not know? You actually said that you have an appointment with an old friend. This is too ridiculous. If I see that person, I will definitely charge him with the crime of colluding with the Infernal Prison Devil Clan. "
Not only was Yan Tong not surprised, but he also shook his head after sizing up. Just as he was about to distinguish, a ripple suddenly flashed across the space in front of him. Following that, a blurry figure slowly appeared.
Although he couldn't see the person's face clearly, Yan Tong still hurriedly cupped his fists and bowed. He lowered his head and whispered a few words in private.
Cheng Bufan, who was by the side, didn't know that the person in question had come. He looked over and saw that there were no signs of spiritual pressure fluctuations coming from the person. It was as if the person had appeared out of thin air. He was also a person who had seen the world, so he knew that the person in front of him had strength that far exceeded that of an ordinary person. Even when he met the Taiqing Pavilion's Sect Master Zheng Tingyun or the Feiyu Kenshū Sect's Sect Master Lu Jianling, they were far inferior to this person.
Needless to say, there was only one person in the Lifire Sect who could do this. Furthermore, this person had roamed the various worlds in his early years, so he naturally had a wide circle of friends. Now that he heard the Infernal Prison Devil Clan cultivator say it, it was likely true.
After a while, a voice sounded in his ears, "Bufan, help me send Dao Friend Yan off. I have important matters to attend to, so I won't stay any longer."
"Yes, Sect Master." Cheng Bufan hurriedly cupped his fists and bowed. Cold sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.
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