Chronicles of the Heavenly Demon

“They’re coming!”

Someone shouted as they watched the group. 

When Sa Ryong-hui heard the exclamation, he also saw the group. 

I see you had a plan, Cult of the Heavenly Demon.

Sa Ryong-hui chewed on his lips. He then shouted at the New Dragon Battalion, still beyond the barrier, “Release the arrows! Blast stones! Keep them from coming up!”

In response, stones and arrows ripped through the air, raining down from the walls. 

Where they fell was where the swarms of demonic practitioners were rapidly ascending the mountain. 

However. 

Whee-hee! 

Bang!

The falling arrows did no harm to the demonic. Like the well-trained and elite soldiers they were, they swung their weapons and deflected all the arrows. 

The same was true of the rocks. 

Clang—

As soon as the man in the lead waved his hand, the rocks falling were slashed into a dozen pieces, uselessly scattering in all directions. 

Bang!

There was a sort of blue-green qi surrounding the man who had cut the rocks. 

The moment Sa Ryong-hui saw this man, he tightly gripped the sword in his hand. It was because he felt some sort of fateful connection. 

His heart began to pound. His palms became damp. 

He felt like he had a destined opponent. He wanted to run out there and exchange blades with the man coming up the mountain. 

No. 

Sa Ryong-hui clenched his hands and surppressed the impulse, fingernails digging into his palms. 

What mattered now were the Demonic Masters. If they could take care of the Demonic Masters before the rest ascended, that would certainly do a lot of damage to the Demonic Cult!

“Move according to plan!”

Sa Ryong-hui flew and stood in front of Koo Jong-byuk. The others also stood around Koo Jong-byuk, surrounding him. 

The first to attack was Peng Hak. 

“How dare the Demonic Cult come here? A half-wit who doesn’t even know his own blood wants to attack the Central Plains? Know your place!” 

The great sword in his hand began to roar. 

Peng Hak was the pride of the Hebei Peng Clan.

A blade technique that only the successors of the Hebei Peng Clan could learn was soon unleashed. 

“Ahahaha, the Peng Clan’s successor!” Seeing the move, Koo Jong-byuk shouted in delight. “I always wanted to fight you one day, kid!” 

Koo Jong-byuk swung his fist. He released sixteen punches in one breath. 

Boom, boom, boom-

The Wing King’s Gloves, which he wore on both fists, seemed to roar as if responding to Koo Jong-byuk’s energy. The fist immediately turned into a blast of wind, slamming into Peng Hak. 

“Knng!”

As soon as Peng Hak was pushed back by the tremendous force, Tang Han-mae helped him from behind. 

Kuakua—

Tang Han-mae’s spear slashed at the Fist King’s sides like he was a lump of iron. 

Koo Jong-byuk took the spear with his bare body and it only left one small abrasion on his back. 

“Oh my god!”

“Monster!”

With a body reminiscent of iron sheets, Koo Jong-byul’s defenses were rock solid. 

At that time, Koo Jong-byuk moved. 

Whee!

Koo Jong-byuk reached out and grabbed Tang Han-mae by the wrist. With a swing of his hands, the Tang clansman was airborne. 

Fwing—!

Tang Han-mae’s body was lifted into the air, tossed like a stone off a cliff. 

“Han-mae!”

Sa Ryong-hui barely caught Tang Han-mae in the air. 

Meanwhile, Tang So-bong was continuously releasing poison and energy to buy them time. 

Other members of the New Dragon Battalion also pressed at Koo Jong-byuk with their swords. They seemed to have trapped the man inside a forest of blades.

However, Koo Jong-byuk ran rampant as if he weren’t afraid of such things.

Although their swords were being dented and scratched, the New Dragon Battalion could not pierce Koo Jong-byuk’s skin. 

What a total monster. So this is a Demonic Master.

Sa Ryong-hui thought that their evaluation of the Demonic Masters was wrong. 

The Demonic Masters were stronger than expected. 

However, Koo Jong-byuk was not without damage. Poison was seeping through his wounds made by the New Dragon Battalion, including those by Tang Han-mae. 

Plus, as he continued to fight, the poison spread faster. 

With enough time, it would even take down a Demonic Master. 

Unfortunately, time was not on Sa Ryong-hui’s side. 

“Listen to me, Charred Dragon Unit! Kill the New Dragon Battalion at the behest of the Leader!”

Gwan Tae-ryang’s voice rang out. 

A little farther away, Chun A-young’s voice could also be heard. 

“The White Ape Unit joins the Charred Dragon Unit to strike down the enemy. White Ape Unit, don’t you dare lose!”

With an onslaught from both sides, it was clear that the Orthodox would be surrounded if the group continued to attack Koo Jong-byuk. 

“Haha, you damn demonic bastards!” Peng Hak, who seemed to have bounced back from the Fist King’s attack, seethed. 

Sa Ryong-hui made a decision.

“Give up on the Wind Demon Fist King! Turn your blades to the oncoming enemies! I will buy you all some time against the Wind Demon Fist King!”

“Captain!” 

Peng Hak shouted, as if that was reckless, but Sa Ryong-hui shook his head. He was the only one capable of stalling right now. 

And what if Sa Ryong-hui couldn’t block Koo Jong-byuk?

Then the wooden barricades of the fort would be compromised. Then they would have no choice but to fight head-on with the great army of the Demonic Cult. 

The battlefield would overflow with blood. In order to control the demonic forces, the barricades had to remain intact. 

“Miss Tang, you must defeat your enemies and come help me. I will buy you some time until then.”

The other did not answer. Sa Ryong-hui rushed off without waiting for an answer. 

It was in the direction of where Koo Jong-byuk was going crazy. 

The situation of the Iron Swords led by Yoon Ye-ryong was not much different from that of the New Dragon Battalion. 

After going out to confront Demonic Teacher Lee Shin-jung, they were met with the charging Samsara Demonic Cavalry. 

“How dare you meet with the Iron Swords of this great fortress on horseback? You’ve got some nerve!” Yoon Ye-ryong shouted as they collided with the Samsara Demons. 

But come on.

The riding of the Samsara Demons was very good. On horseback, they leapt over rocks and wove through the trees. 

It could be said that their skill seemed to be superior to the Iron Swords’. 

That was because the Samsara Demonic Cavalry had grown up in the Heavenly Mountains. 

Now matter how the Iron Sword cavalry trained to ride through the mountains, it was impossible for them to compare with those who had been born and raised in the Heavenly Mountains. 

“Hmph. Just because you’re good at horseback riding doesn’t mean you can be called a cavalry!”

Yoon Ye-ryong admired their skills for a moment, but soon wielded his blade. The real game was martial arts. In addition, a cavalry had to be able to move seamlessly and crush the enemies. 

Horseback riding was just the foundation and did not necessarily create any advantage. 

Soon, however, he had to revise his evaluation once again. 

“Grrrgh!”

Yoon Ye-ryong felt his hands trembling as he collided with an opponent wearing a bloodied mask. 

The opponent’s spear was trembling, so their strengths seemed to be on par. 

What strength!

Comparable to himself!

Yoon Ye-ryong grabbed his blade more firmly. He then rode his horse and attacked this blood-masked opponent. 

“Yi-ke!”

As if responding to him, the opponent also spurred his horse forward. 

“Irririririririririri-rit!”

A strange sound came out of his mouth and the black horse leapt forward, galloping. 

On such a horse, the Mask Demon began to move. 

He seemed to lean forward, but his spear swiped from the front to the back, attacking Yoon Ye-ryong. 

This happened without him seeming to touch the spear!

Yoon Ye-ryong’s eyes widened. Meanwhile, the Mask Demon had turned and avoided Yoon Ye-ryong’s attacks. 

What the hell…

At first, he thought he was wrong. But soon after that, he would be attacked several times. He had even attacked beyond the area where he thought he would be safe.

Soon, Yoon Ye-ryong realized the identity of the attack. 

“Cavalry tactics!”

With one toe on the seat, the man would attack, before returning back to the saddle using the hooked toe. 

The strength of that one toe was amazing, but the sense of balance needed to perform such a feat was beyond imagination. 

“The Demonic Cult is truly a collection of monsters!” Yoon Ye-ryong shouted. 

The man with the bloody mask simply aimed his polearm at Yoon Ye-ryong once more. 

“Hmm.” Lee Shin-jung, who was watching the battle from the sides, stroked his long beard. “You’re doing well.”

The battle seemed to be intense, but if you looked closely, the Demonic Cult was gaining. The balance would soon collapse, so if they waited a little longer like this, perhaps the battle would end with a Demonic victory. 

But that is not the victory the Leader desires.

He raised a hand, no longer stroking his beard. 

Yin and yang collected in his hands, and the Heavenly Wheels rose. 

“I can’t help but move this old body for the victory the Lord wants.” 

The Heavenly Wheels whirled out of his hand and cut through the air!

Sou-bing-

Two cuts appeared on the massive wooden barricades. 

Kuk-kua—

The walls began to crack apart, but Lee Shin-jung continued to wield the Heavenly Rings, deciding that it wasn’t enough.

Kuakuakuakua—

The Heavenly Wheels flew all over the place and the walls were cut in dozens of places. 

“It’s over!”

When there was an urgent cry, Lee Shin-jung made eye contact with the soldiers standing inside of the walls. 

He laughed, “Kekeke, how cute.”

The Demonic Army now had a hole through which to enter the fortress. 

“You did it,” murmured Woon-seong, watching the barricades collapse. 

Sang Gwan-chuk nodded. “Since that has been successful, let us move on to the next part of the plan.” 

The plan to bring down the mountains. 

The Qilian Destruction Plan had only just begun.