"You're afraid, so I'm relieved."

His second sentence was drowned out by the roar.

The magma pool beneath the Biquan Mountain, with the Heaven and Earth Cauldron at its center, began to churn.

The enormous Vermilion Bird skeleton slowly rose, supporting the bronze cauldron.

Thick smoke, sparks, and dust covered the entire mountain area. The last group of evacuees crowded around the car windows, gazing at the sparks floating in the air like raindrops under the thick smoke in the distance.

A large number of helicopters flew out from various military regions, following the guidance of the Bureau, rushing towards the eyes of the earth veins with the statues.

When the mithril cannon failed, ordinary people joined the battle of the special abilities. The fiery bullets that penetrated the barrier turned the statue and the ground into a mess, but the sacrificial text remained unscathed.

"Director Xiao, military weapons can penetrate the barrier, but they can't destroy the ritual text!"

Wang Ze said, "Physical attacks won't work. Besides nuclear weapons, do we have any other tricks?"

"Director Xiao," a colleague from the Bureau near the Biquan Mountains sent a message, "we have a situation here."

In the midst of the Biquan Mountain range, the giant statue of the goddess slowly rose amidst a tremor, with a drop of blood-like substance appearing on her forehead.

Her face twisted into a grimace, and black lines began to crawl outwards from her forehead.

Xiao Zheng saw it through the video and his heart skipped a beat: "What in the world is that?"

The field agents at the scene immediately used high-powered telescopes to zoom in on the image - the spreading pattern on the face of the goddess statue was a sinister sacrificial text!

Xiao Zheng had a gut feeling that he couldn't let the ominous sacrificial text spread.

With a command, a whistling missile flew towards the mountain, but all that was heard was a "buzz" sound, as if countless ancestors were kneeling in front of the statue, murmuring prayers.

Thick fog surrounded the statue of the goddess, and the gunfire seemed to be trapped in a swamp, making it difficult to advance even an inch.

Xiao Zheng had goosebumps all over his body.

Suddenly, the crow that had fallen earlier stood up, swaying unsteadily.

Xiao Zheng grabbed the crow and shook it vigorously, forgetting all about manners.

He blurted out, "Senior! Your Majesty! Our mithril can't penetrate the barrier, and our weapons can't destroy the ritual text. Do you have any..."

Before he could finish his sentence, a black mist suddenly dispersed from the crow's body. The crow struggled and the mist dissipated, and with a sharp cry, it flew away.

At the same time, the Yin sacrificial text seeped out of the magma, overflowing from the cauldron and surging towards the huge Vermilion Bird remains.

The temperature of the magma, which had already slightly decreased, suddenly skyrocketed.

Sheng Lingyuan's ten fingers suddenly closed, and a complex spell floated above the Heaven and Earth Cauldron, surrounded by eight bloody handprints - those were left on the Heaven and Earth Cauldron and the Vermilion Bird Heavenly Spirit's Corpse using his own blood to cover them up, when he attracted the resonance of sound and demons just now.

While he was bleeding, he took advantage of the chaos outside the Heaven and Earth Cauldron to redraw the Heavenly Demon Sacrifice, using invisible demonic energy to nail himself to the Vermilion Bird Corpse.

Aluojin did not bring the energy of the fake Demon King to Biquan Mountain just to pit Sheng Lingyuan - as a result, half of Luo Cuicui that the fake Demon King did not have time to "digest" fell into Sheng Lingyuan's hands.

"Haha," the gentle and pleasant voice of Wan Fei became sharp, "My son Lingyuan, you have a heart with nine orifices, truly ruthless, truly capable of making secret plans."

As he mourned for Dongchuan's tragic fate, he still managed to make his move.

"You, a demon, dare to touch the authority of the Vermilion Bird Clan. Don't you feel the backlash?" Sheng Lingyuan felt like he had swallowed a burning coal, his insides aflame.

The unquenchable flames of the Vermilion Bird threatened to burn his throat, leaving him speechless, but his expression remained unchanged.

The incantations were like countless threads, extending from Sheng Lingyuan's hands and hair, firmly grasping the Vermilion Bird's remains.

The dark sacrificial text that covered the remains was temporarily blocked, unable to move an inch. The half-mountain-sized remains were covered by the dark sacrificial text like a tide on one side, and bound by demonic energy on the other, resulting in a stalemate.

"Do you really think a mere artificial demon can contend with the power of a thousand years of worship?"

The bronze cauldron cracked open, and magma rushed in. The fierce underground fire greedily rolled towards Sheng Lingyuan.

Xuan Ji's wings suddenly closed, enveloping Sheng Lingyuan within them. His brilliant feathers turned into flowing metal, like divine iron under high temperature - the true form of the Heavenly Demon Sword.

The divine iron on the Heavenly Demon Sword began to repair the cracked bronze cauldron, quickly blocking the magma. As more and more magma poured in, Xuan Ji's wings melted away, followed by his human body.

Starting from his feet, his human body began to "melt" away, his legs and torso disappearing bit by bit.

In the end, only half of his shoulder and one hand remained below his head.

Xuan Ji used his remaining hand to wipe away the bloodstains from Sheng Lingyuan's mouth, gazing deeply into his eyes.

There was no time to say anything else, so he quickly leaned in and pressed his lips against Sheng Lingyuan's.

In the moment he touched Sheng Lingyuan, his entire body transformed into a sword, which then melted into a thin layer of metal, perfectly protecting Sheng Lingyuan.

A Vermilion Bird bone inscribed with sealing spells fell into Sheng Lingyuan's palm.

At the same time, bullets covered in witchcraft shot out.

The goddess statue was surrounded by flames, declaring, "You are overestimating your abilities!"

On Biquan Mountain, the ominous sacrificial text on the giant goddess statue suddenly erupted, piercing through the demonic energy.

The bronze cauldron shattered, and a sharp bird cry echoed from the depths of the magma.

The remains of the Vermilion Bird struggled violently as two forces pulled it apart.

Sheng Lingyuan, the Heavenly Demon Sword, and the thirty-sixth Vermilion Bird bones were all swallowed by the seemingly all-consuming magma.

With a deafening roar, the earth split open and a thick smell of sulfur rose up to the sky from the depths of the unsealed Chiyuan.

Xiao Zheng shouted, "Retreat!"