I cultivate the Chaos Technique

Chapter 192 Fierce Battle and New Clues

As the Blood Demon Sect members swarmed around him like a tide, Zhang Yifan felt his heart clench, as if gripped tightly by an invisible hand. His pupils contracted slightly, a flicker of tension crossing his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination. He knew that the enemies he faced were no ordinary foe; every Blood Demon Sect disciple exuded an evil yet powerful aura. This would be an exceptionally difficult battle, and he had to give it his all.

"Stand back to back, don't panic!" Zhang Yifan shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing in the small but tense courtyard. At the same time, he activated the Chaos Technique, his spiritual power surging like a mighty river, his body radiating a dazzling light that gradually formed a five-colored halo, firmly enveloping himself and his teammates. This halo acted as a solid shield, resisting the enemy's malice. Hearing the shout, his teammates responded one after another. Some quickly formed hand seals, preparing to unleash powerful spells; others gripped their weapons tightly, their eyes resolute, radiating a sharp aura. In an instant, the spiritual power within the courtyard crisscrossed, colliding fiercely with the sinister dark power of the Blood Demon Sect, producing a hissing sound, as if the two forces were devouring each other.

The middle-aged man from the Blood Demon Sect stood at the front of the formation, witnessing this scene. He sneered, a disdainful expression on his face. His hands moved with lightning speed, forming hand seals, his fingers flying nimbly as he chanted incantations in a low, eerie voice, as if summoning some ancient and evil power. In an instant, the air in front of him seemed to be distorted by a giant hand, forming a massive black vortex. The vortex spun rapidly, emitting a whooshing sound, and a strong, pungent stench of blood emanated from it, making one want to vomit. It was like an entrance to the abyss of hell, from which endless darkness and fear spread. "Taste the power of my Blood Demon Vortex!" he roared to the sky, his voice filled with madness and triumph, then he swung his hand sharply, pushing the vortex towards Zhang Yifan and the others.

Zhang Yifan's expression instantly turned grim, his brows furrowing tightly, his eyes revealing deep vigilance. He knew the power of this vortex; if caught in it, he would be instantly pulverized, leaving no trace. Without time to think, he immediately unleashed the strongest move of the Thunderous Sky-Splitting Sword—Thunderous Might. He slammed his feet into the ground, leaving two deep footprints, and his figure shot into the sky like an arrow. Instantly, dark clouds filled the sky, churning and converging like raging waves, with flashes of lightning flickering within. Countless bolts of lightning, like angry silver serpents, descended from the sky, carrying earth-shattering power, striking the black vortex. The lightning collided with the vortex, producing a deafening roar, as if the heavens and earth trembled at the impact. The powerful spiritual energy surged like a raging wave, spreading outwards and causing the surrounding houses to tremble. Old bricks and tiles fell off and crashed to the ground with a crisp sound.

In the fierce battle, Zhang Yifan wielded his longsword to parry enemy attacks while keenly observing the rhythm of the Blood Demon Sect's assault. He noticed that although the Blood Demon Sect's attacks were fierce and frenzied, their coordination was poor, riddled with openings. A plan formed in his mind. He secretly channeled his spiritual energy and telepathically communicated to his teammates: "Listen to my command! Concentrate your power on attacking their left flank and disrupt their formation!" His teammates understood immediately, a determined glint in their eyes. They focused their spiritual energy on the left flank, and instantly, various magical lights intertwined, like a magnificent rainbow, launching a fierce attack on the Blood Demon Sect's left flank defense.

The Blood Demon Sect members were caught completely off guard by the sudden attack. Terror flashed across their faces, and their previously tight formation instantly crumbled. The Blood Demon Sect disciples on the left flank frantically tried to defend themselves; some were struck by spells, screaming in pain as they were sent flying; others were knocked off their feet by the powerful spiritual force and fell to the ground. Zhang Yifan seized this golden opportunity, a resolute glint in his eyes. He flashed forward like a black lightning bolt, charging into the enemy ranks. His longsword gleamed coldly, each strike accompanied by a whistling wind. The powerful force sent Blood Demon Sect disciples crashing down, their blood staining the ground beneath their feet.

However, the middle-aged man from the Blood Demon Sect was unwilling to accept defeat. Watching his men retreat in disarray, his anger burned fiercely. When he saw Zhang Yifan charge into the formation as if it were empty, a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes, a gaze that seemed capable of tearing a man to pieces. Suddenly, his hand swiftly reached into his robes, pulling out a black sphere—the powerful magic crystal bomb. "Since you're courting death, then we'll all perish together!" he roared madly, his voice filled with despair and madness, before forcefully hurling the magic crystal bomb at Zhang Yifan.

Zhang Yifan's heart skipped a beat. He knew all too well the power of the magic crystal bomb. It was a terrifying force capable of destroying everything; if it exploded nearby, he and his teammates would be doomed. Without a second thought, he immediately used his movement technique, lightly touching the ground with his feet, and rushed towards the magic crystal bomb like a ghost. Just before the bomb exploded, he channeled all his spiritual power into it, enveloping it. The light of his spiritual power flickered, resisting the dark power of the magic crystal bomb. Then, gritting his teeth, he swung his arm sharply, throwing the magic crystal bomb far away. "Boom!" A deafening roar echoed as the magic crystal bomb exploded in the distance. The powerful impact was like an unstoppable torrent, leveling the surrounding houses. Dust billowed into the sky, blotting out the sun, as if the world itself had been swallowed by this force.

Taking advantage of the Blood Demon Sect members being disoriented by the explosion, Zhang Yifan and his teammates launched another attack. Their coordination was increasingly seamless; a single glance or gesture was enough for them to understand each other perfectly. Some took the lead in the attack, using powerful spells and sharp sword techniques to suppress the enemy; others provided support, offering spiritual energy to their teammates or casting defensive spells to protect them. With their combined efforts, they gradually gained the upper hand. Seeing the situation was dire, fear filled the faces of the Blood Demon Sect members, and they began to flee in disarray, their figures appearing disheveled in the dust.

Zhang Yifan didn't chase after the fleeing enemy; he knew there were more important things to do. He took a deep breath, calmed his wildly beating heart, and returned to the basement. The basement was filled with an old, musty smell. He picked up the ancient book again, carefully opened it, and began to study it closely. The pages were yellowed and fragile, as if they would crumble at the slightest touch. His fingers gently traced the pages, his eyes filled with focus and anticipation. Finally, he discovered the last few pages of the book, which contained more clues about the jade pendant.

This jade pendant, known as the "Chaos Demon Jade," possesses the power to manipulate space and time. In ancient times, the Demonic Ancestor used this jade to unleash a bloody storm, causing widespread devastation throughout the cultivation world. Countless sects were wiped out, and countless cultivators perished. Later, the righteous path endured immense hardship and paid a heavy price to seal it away, dispersing the tokens needed to unlock the seal. Now, the Blood Demon Sect attempts to gather these tokens, break the seal on the Chaos Demon Jade, and once again unleash demonic rule, plunging the entire cultivation world into darkness and fear.

"This is bad! If the Blood Demon Sect gets their hands on the Chaos Demon Jade, the consequences will be unimaginable!" Zhang Yifan thought to himself, realizing the gravity of the situation. His face turned grim, his eyes filled with worry and anxiety. He decided to immediately return to the Lingyun Sword Sect to inform the sect leader and elders of this crucial news and discuss countermeasures together.

On the return journey, Zhang Yifan rode his flying spirit beast, the wind whistling past his ears, but he paid no heed. His heart was heavy as lead, his brow furrowed. He knew all too well that time was of the essence, every minute and every second precious. They had to find the Chaos Demon Jade before the Blood Demon Sect, or the entire cultivation world would be plunged into utter destruction. But what challenges awaited them in this perilous world of cultivation? Were they the Blood Demon Sect's elaborate traps, or a mysterious force hidden in the darkness? Everything was uncertain. Zhang Yifan could only carry his anxieties and unwavering faith as he sped towards the Lingyun Sword Sect.