Urban Romantic Divine Doctor

Chapter 1626: Chapter 1623: Serving Xu Wendong Together

As these words were spoken.

It was as if a stone was cast into a dead lake, stirring thousand layers of waves, and everyone froze, their attention turning towards the Blood Princess.

An overwhelming surge arose in each person’s heart, clearly unexpected that the Blood Princess had agreed to the marriage on Xu Wendong’s behalf.

Xu Wendong was even more shocked, his eyes widened, seemingly unable to believe his ears, not expecting the Blood Princess to be so magnanimous.

The Blood Princess’ expression was calm, though her eyes were slightly red, hidden beneath was a bitterness and helplessness she was forcing herself to endure.

She gracefully stepped forward, gently held Xu Wendong’s arm, lifted her gaze at the crowd, her voice soft yet filled with undeniable determination: ”Currently, the Immortal Realm teeters on the brink of destruction, the Otherworldly Demons rampage, every moment countless compatriots perish, the heritage of each clan precarious.”

”I understand sternly your desire for survival, though the plea for alliance through marriage seems absurd, yet it carries desperate determination.”

”If this is the case, let us sisters serve our husband together then!”

She knew Xu Wendong cultivated the Dual Cultivation Technique, surrounded by beloved companions.

Therefore.

Didn’t mind having more outstanding women around Xu Wendong.

The Clan Leaders of the Twelve Immortal Clans regained their senses, bowed to the Blood Princess, eyes revealing undisguised gratitude.

Xu Wendong glanced at the thirteen stunning women from within the Twelve Immortal Clans, sighing quietly, then said: ”Now that the Otherworldly Demons have arrived at our doorstep, as for the matter of marriage, it should wait for a day to be selected after repelling the demons!”

”The urgent task is to find a way to repel the Otherworldly Demons and save the civilians in the city.”

The Yan Clan Leader slowly spoke: ”Saving the civilians in the city is not difficult, after all, the area of the Divine Venerable’s Minor World is comparable to the Five Continents of the Immortal Realm, as long as the civilians are taken into it, their safety can be ensured.”

”What is crucial is how to retake the Palace of the Polestar!”

The Palace of the Polestar.

The most coveted Holy Land in the Immortal Realm.

The core of the Three Realms, without retaking it, even slaughtering all the Otherworldly Demons in the Biluo Immortal Continent would be in vain.

The atmosphere on site abruptly turned oppressive.

Although Xu Wendong had become a god, everyone knew well that the Otherworldly Demons ruling the Palace of the Polestar were superior to gods.

Retaking the Palace of the Polestar was no easy task.

Xu Wendong took a deep breath, a glint in his eyes: ”Let’s save the civilians in the city first, then plan for other actions!”

”Everyone follow my orders, leave the Minor World with me, head to the outside world, and slay the Other Races!”

Upon hearing this.

The crowd’s eyes gleamed with an earth-shattering killing intent, they summoned their Lifebound Immortal Artifacts, followed Xu Wendong out of the Penglai Immortal Island Minor World, appearing over Biluo City.

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Within Biluo City, the once prosperous scene had long turned into wisps of green smoke amid the ruins and debris, drifting with the wind, leaving behind a sight of devastation, as if it had been ravaged and gnawed by a vicious beast on a brutal battlefield.

On the city walls.

The originally radiant stones engraved with Immortal Clan runes to protect the city were now covered with dark charred marks and hideous cracks, resembling painful, screaming mouths expressing the cruelty of demon attacks.

The rune’s glow was dim, flickering like a candle in the wind, struggling to maintain the last bit of resistance, yet eroded by the evil magic power’s relentless assaults, wavering uncontrollably.

In the streets, houses half collapsed, piles of debris and rubble heaped like mountains, dust floating freely in the dim light, blurring vision, akin to a heavy veil of mourning shrouding the dying city.

The once bustling street shops now had broken signs, goods scattered everywhere, some burned to ashes, others twisted and deformed by magic power.

Precious Immortal Pills and Spirit Grass turned to powder, elegant Immortal Artifacts and Magical Treasures fractured and broken, the past sounds of trade shouting and bustling crowds were replaced by dead silence, disturbed only by the occasional cold wind’s howl, blowing over the ruins, emitting sounds akin to ghostly wails.

Within the city, civilians dressed in rags, their expressions filled with fear, shrank in the corners of relatively intact houses, their eyes filled with despair and helplessness.

Children nestled in adults’ arms, sobs stifled, young faces stained with tears and dust, bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Elderly people gazed blankly, muttering about past peaceful days, clutching heirlooms tightly, as if trying to grasp the long-lost stable times.

Young and strong men, faces full of resentment, clenched their fists, attempting to rise in resistance, yet felt powerless against the overwhelming demon army outside, shrouded in stench and wicked aura.

Only able to watch their homeland fall, relatives suffer, tears swirling in their eyes, hatred and unwillingness blazing in their chests.

While the Otherworldly Demons outside leered eagerly, their figures tall and varied, some with three heads and six arms, wielding bone spurs emanating cold air.

Some encircled by black flames, leaving scorched earth in their wake, where not even a blade of grass survived.

Some grew massive wings on their backs, stirring a foul wind carrying decaying magic power, eroding the city’s defense, akin to ravenous wolves.

Just waiting for the opportunity to break through the city gates, devour all living beings within, and obliterate this city, once the Bright Pearl of the Immortal Realm.

An oppressive atmosphere enveloped everyone’s hearts, breeding despair and regret, some even regretting coming to Biluo Immortal Continent.

After all, they lived well in the Underground City before learning that the cultivators here recaptured Biluo Immortal Continent, then left their homes to come here.

Thinking they could start a new life.

Yet no one expected that after cultivators from the Five Continents gathered in Biluo Immortal Continent, the demons of the Five Continents would come upon hearing the news, encircling this place.

Above Biluo City, leaden clouds rolled like angry beasts, tumultuous, heavy and dark as if they would crush the sky down, pitch-black clouds pressed and twisted together.

Occasionally spitting out blue-purple lightning, like a vile snake flicking its tongue, crackling.

Each lightning bolt smashed down fiercely onto the city walls, exploding stone debris, making the already dilapidated city walls even more unstable.

The howling wind swept through like countless blades slicing the air, issuing tragic wails, blowing the broken branches, leaves, bricks, and tiles within the city soaring into chaos, blurring human eyes, resembling a prelude to a death symphony.

At the city’s center, the ancient altar, once bearing Biluo City’s glory and heritage, now stood perilously in the storm vortex.

Around the altar, dragon and phoenix carved stone columns broken and slanted, debris scattered all around, those once lifelike, ready to soar Auspicious Beast reliefs now eroded by demon winds, faces blurred, seemingly weeping silently.

The altar’s surface was mottled and worn, with deep and shallow scratches and charred imprints, narrating the cruelty of past battles and the overwhelming pressure it was under now.