Urban Romantic Divine Doctor

Chapter 1628: Chapter 1625: Xu Wendong Appears

The sky above Biluo City, once impenetrably shrouded in darkness and despair, was roiling with demonic clouds, like thick black ink boiling over, pressing heavily on the city walls almost to the point of collapse.

The cries of the townspeople and the snarling roars of the Otherworldly Demons intertwined into a dirge of doom.

At this point of utter despair, the firmament appeared to be torn apart by an invisible giant hand imbued with world-shaping power!

A blinding beam of light, as if it could pierce through ancient and future times, first broke through the demonic clouds, stabbing down like a sharp sword, followed by a blaze of light spreading madly like a prairie fire.

In an instant, it lit up the entire night sky to daylight, the brilliance so dazzling that it nearly blinded anyone who saw it, and every beam seemed to be condensed from pure Immortal Spirit Power.

Where it passed, visibly melting and dispersing, smoke billowed up, and the hidden Otherworldly Demons in the mist screamed incessantly, their bodies instantly purified into nothing, leaving only wisps of drifting remnants of souls.

And in the center of this sky-spanning glow.

Xu Wendong stood tall like the War God at dawn, his posture erect like a pine, his body surging with golden light, resembling a scorching sun hanging in the sky.

Each beam of light was an outward expression of his overwhelming Divine Power, with waves of pressure sweeping out one after another, making the surrounding space ripple visibly, and the air vibrate with a humming sound.

Beside him, the powerful figures of the Thirteen Immortal Clans fanned out, like stars surrounding the moon.

The moment they appeared, the entire Biluo City seemed to be pulled back from the depths of Hell by a divine force into the mortal world.

In the midst of the blazing glory, even the rules of heaven and earth seemed to make way.

The powerful pressure instantly calmed the trembling earth in the city, and the rampant winds subsided, while the cries of the townspeople abruptly stopped.

They were replaced by exclamations and cheers filled with hope, and the cultivators who had hung their heads in despair now lifted them up.

In their eyes, tears shimmered with shock and ecstasy, their magic artifacts trembling slightly with excitement, as if welcoming the savior who reversed their fate.

Yan Feng stood on the altar that was already dilapidated, with rubble strewn all around, his figure appearing especially solitary amidst the gloom where shadows ran wild.

His black robe was tattered, shredded by the demonic winds, fluttering like a battered flag in this atmosphere of despair.

Eyes once fixed viciously on the Otherworldly Demons outside the city, full of resolve and rage, now widened with shock at the miraculous change in the sky, pupils contracting sharply as if witnessing the most unbelievable thing in the world.

The cracked, blood-stained lips suddenly parted, trying to shout, but overwhelmed by shock, his throat seemed gripped by an invisible hand, only managing to squeeze out a dry, broken voice: ”It... it’s actually the Thirteen Immortal Clans!”

Though low in volume, his words were filled with infinite surprise, the tail end trembling and unsteady.

He trembled as if struck by an invisible thunderbolt, struggling to stand firm, and if it weren’t for the battered Formation Flag he used to support himself, he might have collapsed directly.

Having traversed the Immortal Realm for many years, overseeing Biluo City, Yan Feng was naturally familiar with the name of the Thirteen Immortal Clans.

In past ages, the Thirteen Immortal Clans either remained hidden from the world, like unattainable divines in the clouds, existing only in legendary stories and ancient texts, left for people to recite and revere.

Yet here and now, at the moment of life and death for Biluo City, when the defenses were completely breached, and the cries for help from the townspeople were endless, they descended like divine weapons. How could this not astound him?

Yan Feng could never have imagined.

That these powerful beings, usually detached from the mortal world and living in seclusion, would appear now on this battlefield filled with smoke and the stench of blood, to save the tottering Biluo City.

Though not very loud, Yan Feng’s voice was clearly heard by the strong individuals around him.

Upon hearing the name of the Thirteen Immortal Clans.

Everyone felt their scalp tingle, their body shiver in fear.

An elderly man quavered and said, ”Are these people... truly the Ancient Immortal Clan?”

”Oh my, is this real?”

”The Ancient Immortal Clan has extraordinary power; their intervention will surely repel the Otherworldly Demons and save the townsfolk. We are rescued!”

”I always thought the Ancient Immortal Clan was mythical, never expected them to appear here, could this be a hallucination before death?”

The townsfolk within the city were in an uproar.

No one had expected the Ancient Immortal Clan to step forward at the critical moment.

At once, tears of excitement appeared in everyone’s eyes.

”That’s... that’s my brother, that’s my brother!”

Without warning.

A thunderous shout erupted from the city, and then Mo Qilin, with an exhausted body, soared into the sky flying towards Xu Wendong.

”Big brother?”

Xu Wendong’s eyes were filled with joy.

After parting from the Cultivation World for a while, now seeing his good brother from the Demon Realm, Xu Wendong also felt very excited.

Simultaneously.

The Female Emperor of the Cultivation World, Fuyao, Mu Wanqiu, Luo Li, and others recognized Xu Wendong, their eyes gleaming with incredulity.

It’s just that their cultivation level was too weak, unable to fly, preventing any immediate reunion with Xu Wendong.

Xu Wendong looked toward the powerful figures of the Thirteen Immortal Clans and said slowly, ”Ladies and gentlemen, leave these Otherworldly Demons to you.”

The strong figures of the Thirteen Immortal Clans nodded slightly, exuding an innate pride and confidence, as though the worldly evils before them were just ants waiting to be eradicated.

Then, the strong figures of the Thirteen Immortal Clans attacked simultaneously.

The powerful member of the Canglan Immortal Clan was the first to act, his figure moving like lightning, instantly turning into a blue streak rushing towards the surging Otherworldly Demon horde.

Only to see him rapidly forming hand seals, chanting words.

In a flash, layers of water-blue spiritual power waves emanated from him, rippling like water patterns.

Wherever they passed, the air seemed to crystallize into tangible ice, emitting a ”crackling” sound.

The Phantom Feather Clan’s formidable member gracefully darted out, spirit feathers radiating dazzling light.

With a sweep of the feather fan, the spirit feathers shot like arrows, accurately piercing the vital points of the Otherworldly Demons, eliciting continuous screams.

Her form fluttered, her fan dance unceasing, continuing the slaughter, the Demon Crowd unable to escape.

The mighty figure of the Ba Yan Clan, imposing in rocky majesty, let out a roar, his rocky armor glowing brilliantly, raising a giant axe, leaping skyward, and cleaving down, a ”boom” shaking the earth, carving a deep pit, cracks spreading in all directions. The Otherworldly Demons, struck by this fierce blow, either shattered to pieces or collapsed vomiting blood, losing combat capability.

Remaining Immortal Clan members also deployed various arts, the Lingxiao Feather Clan summoned spirit feather storms to sweep away demons, the Yan Clan transformed into a fiery dragon to burn demons to ashes, the Wood Clan wielded vines to bind and strangle demons, aiding in the slaughter.

The strong individuals coordinated attacks with fierce intensity, throwing the Otherworldly Demons into chaos, making them flee in terror.

But how could the Immortals allow the enemy to escape, chasing after them victoriously.

In no time.

The Otherworldly Demons suffered heavy casualties, wailing incessantly, and the situation on the field was reversed.

While Xu Wendong landed steadily on the ground, his Divine Sense silently expanding, gathering the friends and cherished ones from the Immortal Realm together.

Meanwhile.

He also saw the three figures he had yearned to see, Xu Fan, Jiang Xueyao, and Zhong Qiu!

They were all from Earth.

And Xu Wendong had come to the Immortal Realm to find these three!