Seeking Truth with a Sword-Chapter 371 - 323: Possessed by a Demon (4K)

Chapter 371: Chapter 323: Possessed by a Demon (4K)
Demonic Qi surged boundlessly toward the high heavens, causing the very colors of the sky and earth to change in response.
Lian Nan knelt on one knee, clutching his right shoulder, a mangled mess of flesh and blood, as he stared blankly ahead.
The visage of the Demon Buddha bore extreme fury and ferocity on one side, and extreme serenity and compassion on the other. Between them ran an almost imperceptible crack—an injury left by the Jialan Sect’s Mountain Guarding Array.
The Demon Buddha scanned its surroundings. Its gaze finally focused on Liao Wu as it slowly raised its arm, pointing forward.
HUM!
Layers of Demonic Qi vibrated, sending bricks and stones flying.
The Vajra Formation shattered instantly, not even lasting a second.
Liao Wu’s eyes widened as he desperately marshaled the power of the Mountain Guarding Array to counter the overwhelming Demonic Qi. Despite his efforts, his long beard turned ash-gray. His entire being rapidly aged and emaciated, until he could no longer support the kasaya he wore.
"The Demon Buddha has been born..."
At the rear mountain of the Jialan Sect, Jiu Fenghai watched the soaring black mist, his face growing paler.
The Jialan Ancestor, a disciple of Mahalekhituo, hailed from the lineage of Buddha. He had used the Sumeru Hourglass to suppress and purify these four Demon Lords, each a world-shaking Great Demon.
Never mind Jiu Fenghai and the other juniors; even if Candle Cloud Cultivators from the Heavenly Boat were to personally arrive three hundred years later, they would likely gain no advantage.
"Snap out of it!"
Ashina Que Teqin’s shout pulled Jiu Fenghai back to reality.
They resisted the Demonic Qi, relying on a special candle flame brought by Xia Jun.
They guarded the entrance to the Floating Tower, blocking the doorway to prevent demons from entering.
Ashina Que Teqin swung his dagger, slicing a stealthily approaching monster in two. Simultaneously, he yanked Jiu Fenghai aside, preventing him from being splattered by the Demonic Qi erupting from the demon’s severed head.
As if resonating with the Demon Buddha’s birth, all the demons grew more frenzied.
Their defensive line continuously shrank, and they barely held on by relying on teamwork amidst constant peril.
All the talismans Jiu Fenghai carried were exhausted.
Xia Jun had also used up his life-saving items; only the last half of a special candle, a Mutated Object that could resist the demonic aura, still burned.
Que Teqin’s and Xiao Da’s primary weapons had shattered long ago; now they fought with daggers.
Sui Yi’s Yinghuo Sword Energy flickered like a candle in the wind, wavering precariously, ready to extinguish at any moment.
"Is Li Ang not recovered yet?!"
Xia Jun panted heavily, his voice hoarse. His stiff, trembling hands could barely form Sword techniques—not that Sword techniques were even necessary.
The demons were so numerous that one only needed to point in a general direction for the Flying Sword to find a target.
Que Teqin slit a demon’s throat, then clenched his fist, shattering the dried blood caked on the back of his hand. "Wait a little longer."
"How much longer do we wait?!"
Xia Jun’s voice was frantic. He turned his head and saw that the corrosive Demonic Qi had completely extinguished the golden light on the Floating Tower’s surface.
The tower was deathly silent, without a sound from within.
"Maybe he’s already dead!!"
Xia Jun cried out shrilly, "Let’s go! It’s better if some of us survive! Even if we can’t return and are stranded in the chaotic era three hundred years ago, it’s better than turning into demons right now!"
"Wait! Just! A little! Longer!"
Sui Yi swept her sword upward. The Yinghuo Sword Energy erupted along the ground, sending a dozen demons flying.
However, her face turned deathly pale after executing the move.
Damn it, of all times...
Her Qi Sea, which she had struggled to power for so long, finally depleted. Her Spirit Veins ran dry.
Her body could no longer bear the strain. The injury from her dislocated right shoulder flared up, sapping her last ounce of strength and causing the Yinghuo Sword to clatter to the ground.
The sudden extinguishing of the Yinghuo Sword Energy was the last straw.
Countless demons breached the gap in their defense, swarming them from all directions.
Sharp fangs and claws blotted out the sky.
Xia Jun and Xiao Da wore expressions of despair.
Jiu Fenghai smiled bitterly. He straightened the turban on his head and lightly brushed his fingers over the Lu Li Academy Jade Pendant at his waist.
Ashina Que Teqin stood firm. Expressionless, he wiped the congealed blood from his dagger with the corner of his garment and held the blade to his throat—a descendant of the Blue Turkic would not fall and become a demon while still alive.
Just as everyone was about to perish,
BANG.
A distinct sound came from inside the Floating Tower.
Where am I?
Li Ang slowly opened his eyes and looked around.
He was wearing a white lab coat and standing in a corridor.
The corridor floor was paved with clean marble tiles. LED light strips ran along the ceiling, and light blue plastic benches lined both sides.
A sign hung by a ward door: [Room 401, Beds 1-4].
Signs like ’Caution: Wet Floor’ and ’No Smoking’ were posted on the wall.
A faint smell of disinfectant permeated the air.
There was no doubt; this was a hospital corridor.
Li Ang felt somewhat disoriented. He turned around, confirming he wasn’t mistaken.
He walked to the end of the corridor and gazed out the window.
It was late at night. Outside, the city bustled with traffic, lights twinkling, a typical modern urban scene.
RING RING—
His pocket began to ring. Li Ang hesitated before reaching in and pulling out his phone. He fumbled slightly as he pressed the call button and cleared his throat. "Hello?"
"Hey, Xiao Li! Your coronary artery bypass surgery today was exquisite. Doctors from other hospitals who watched your live broadcast couldn’t stop praising it. You’ve really brought honor to our hospital this time..." a slightly hoarse female voice said from the other end of the phone.
Li Ang vaguely recalled performing a coronary artery bypass surgery that afternoon.
It was a type of surgery that took one of the patient’s own blood vessels, or a vascular substitute, to connect the aorta to the coronary artery beyond the narrowed section, thereby improving blood supply to the heart muscle.
Because the procedure is like building a bridge on the heart, it’s also known as bypass surgery.
The patient that afternoon had been a financial tycoon from Japan. He had numerous complications, making the surgery extremely difficult. Unfortunately, the surgical procedure itself had been fraught with setbacks and critical situations.