Following a Hundred Years of Cultivation, I'm dying Before I Got Cheats-Chapter 1398 - The Tide of Counterattack, the Collapse of Blessed Lands (Part 1)

Chapter 1398: The Tide of Counterattack, the Collapse of Blessed Lands (Part 1)

Chapter 1398: The Tide of Counterattack, the Collapse of Blessed Lands (Part 1) Editor: Henyee Translations

The chilling roar of violent winds howled from all directions, surging through the chaotic mist that reached up to the heavens.

The massive figures of the calamity spirits shook the skies with thunderous sounds, their gigantic hands descending from the sky to crush all in their path.

Within the chaos, countless immortals of the Western Continent were forced to retreat under this relentless assault.

Some fell on the spot, their lives snuffed out like candles in a storm.

Yet there were those who, in the face of death, fearlessly charged toward the calamity spirits, determined to exchange their lives for one last blow.

Even if they were to perish, they would bring down at least one enemy with them.

High in the sky, the sight of celestial deaths was staggering.

Amidst the swirling black calamity energy, radiant flashes of light illuminated the grim faces of many immortals, full of sorrow and rage.

The unending battle had already claimed a heavy toll.

Some sects had lost their leaders, leaving only a single elder behind to continue their legacy.

Yet there was no regret in their hearts—only frustration that, at the final moment, they hadn’t been able to complete their mission and suppress the calamity.

“Is this truly the end for the Western Continent?”

Someone cried out in anguish, their body drenched in blood and their eyes bloodshot.

This newly ascended True Immortal had never witnessed such a brutal war before.

The scene before them—widespread devastation and the cries of despair—was a bitter blow to their spirit.

The hundred immortals who now fought represented the last strength of the Western Continent.

Behind them, there was nowhere for their countless sect disciples to retreat.

If they failed, the consequences would be unimaginable—a future none of them were willing to accept.

“Alas, the heavens are blind!

The suffering of all living beings, and no one comes to save us!!!”

Another immortal, on the verge of death, left behind these final words.

With a fierce shout, their body erupted with celestial energy, burning their life force to unleash their full strength.

They transformed into a multicolored flame, hurling themselves at the massive hand of the calamity spirit.

A deafening explosion followed, shaking the heavens and drawing everyone’s attention.

The self-sacrificing immortal unleashed a terrifying burst of power, splitting open a section of the chaotic battlefield and creating a temporary island of light amidst the darkness.

It was a shocking sight, both awe-inspiring and tragic.

The surviving immortals were filled with respect for the fallen, but also deep sorrow.

A mighty immortal, forced to self-destruct—such a fate was chilling to witness.

But what truly sent ice through their veins was what appeared after the explosion.

When the celestial flames faded, the enormous shadow of the calamity spirit remained.

One of its arms had been consumed by the blast, reduced to nothing.

Yet even such a devastating attack had failed to kill it.

This reality only deepened the cold dread that gripped the battlefield.

If these calamity spirits were so resilient, how could they possibly be defeated?

“Roar—!”

The next moment, before the immortals could mourn further, the injured calamity spirit roared in fury and lunged at the nearest group, its massive injury seemingly having no effect on its ferocity.

“Buzz—!”

However, just when the situation seemed most dire, an extraordinary ripple spread through the air, breaking the stalemate at the last possible moment.

Out of nowhere, a brilliant black light streaked across the battlefield like a flash of lightning.

Its speed surpassed even the fastest of bolts, too quick for the naked eye to follow.

By the time the immortals realized what had happened, the black light had already carved a deep chasm through the body of the calamity spirit, slicing it in half.

“Boom!”

A moment later, an ancient and overwhelming aura spread across the battlefield, blanketing everything in its path.

This power carried an essence of destruction far purer than even the calamity energy itself.

“Gasp—!

What is that?!”

The sudden turn of events left all the immortals in stunned silence.

Shock after shock had hit them, each more unbelievable than the last.

And now, to their astonishment, the seemingly invincible calamity spirit had been felled by a single strike from this mysterious black light.

The massive creature began to contort and twist, its body triggering a cataclysmic storm as all its calamity energy collapsed inward, drawn into the abyss that the black light had created.

In an instant, this once-terrifying calamity spirit was annihilated.

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The display of power left the immortals speechless.

Even the other calamity spirits, which had seemed unstoppable until now, appeared shaken by the sudden display of strength.

They roared uneasily, their instincts telling them to fear this new force.

“Merely a pawn of the great calamity.

How dare you act so arrogantly?”

A cold voice rang out, and soon after, a figure clad in lightning and radiating an immense and mysterious power stepped forward from where the black light had originated.

All eyes turned toward the figure, and to their astonishment, they recognized Shen Ruyan.

“Buzz—!”

The fabric of space rippled as Shen Ruyan stood in the void, her delicate hands gracefully waving in the air.

With a single motion, the entire world seemed to tremble in response.

The black light, still consuming the calamity spirit’s energy, coalesced into a massive barrier of darkness that quickly returned to her side.

As the chaos briefly settled, the immortals finally saw clearly what the black light was—a glass-like black sword, faintly ethereal, about the length of an arm.

It radiated a terrifying aura of pure destruction, so intense that even the calamity energy dared not approach it, as though it had encountered a natural predator.

Among the immortals from the Loose Cultivator Alliance, some faintly recognized this treasure.

It bore a striking resemblance to a divine weapon that Jiang Chengxuan had once wielded.

In truth, this was indeed the product of Jiang Chengxuan’s efforts, crafted from the core of a calamity weapon combined with the essence of calamity energy itself.