The decisive battle between the alien races and the cultivators of the Xuanhuang Realm had erupted in Mozhou. The entire region had become a battlefield, forcing the many cultivators of the Xuanhuang Realm to retreat again and again toward the Demon Sect.
Only Saint King–realm cultivators and a select few Sage–realm cultivators were participating in the final battle. The rest did not even have the qualifications to watch. They could only retreat within the protection of the Saint-level formations and do everything in their power to maintain their operation.
Seven Quasi-Emperors and nearly fifty powerful Saint-realm cultivators from the Xuanhuang Realm faced off against eleven Quasi-Emperors from the alien races. The battle erupted in an instant and quickly entered a white-hot phase.
After three months, ten Saint King–realm cultivators from the Xuanhuang Realm had fallen. The front line continued advancing toward the Demon Sect, while countless cultivators maintaining the formations were killed by the shockwaves of the battle. Not a single one of the alien races’ eleven Quasi-Emperors had suffered so much as a scratch.
After five months, Yue Tianxing, the former sect master of the Righteous Haoran Sect and a Quasi-Emperor powerhouse, died in battle. The Emperor weapon, the Righteous Haoran Brush, was damaged. Another seven Saint-realm cultivators from the Xuanhuang Realm fell, while one of the alien races’ Quasi-Emperors died, leaving ten.
By the ninth month of the great battle, the Xuanhuang Realm was at a disadvantage. The Saint-realm cultivators could no longer withstand the alien Quasi-Emperors’ relentless bombardment, and casualties continued to mount. At that moment, several Quasi-Emperors from the Xuanhuang Realm fought with their lives on the line.
An Shouchang of the Demon Sect, Sun Zhantian of the demon race, and Master Tianji of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion traded injury for injury and life for life. Despite their disadvantage in equipment, they perished together with three of the alien Quasi-Emperors...
Boom!
The sky and earth darkened. Across the ten-thousand-mile defensive territory of the Demon Sect, it was nearly impossible to distinguish day from night. There was only endless tremors and the clash of multicolored spells and divine arts.
Gu Changsheng, Lin Wanyi, and Puxuan wore exceptionally grave expressions. Behind them, the Saint-realm cultivators who had joined the battle had dwindled from nearly fifty to only a handful of Saint Kings.
As a result, even the Sages who had originally been maintaining the formations had no choice but to send some of their number into the battle.
The alien races still had a full seven Quasi-Emperor powerhouses watching them like hungry tigers.
“Are you still planning to struggle?” Moke hefted the Blackheaven Iron Hammer, a hint of provocation in his eyes. “Are these cultivators really worth protecting? Or is it that you simply can’t bear to give up the resources?”
“If you abandon your resistance, I can spare the three of you Dao-Entry cultivators.”
“You’ve cultivated to this level, so you’re clearly no ordinary people. Even among the myriad races of the starry sky, you could be considered geniuses. If you’re willing to submit to my Shamo Clan, not only will I spare you, I can also allow you to join the Shamo Clan.
“And by ‘join,’ I don’t mean becoming slaves. As long as you’re willing, I can guarantee that you’ll receive the treatment you deserve within the Shamo Clan. It absolutely won’t be inferior to that of the Shamo Clan’s own people. In fact, your status will even surpass that of ordinary clansmen.”
After fighting for nearly a year, Moke had come to sincerely acknowledge the cultivators of the Xuanhuang Realm, especially those with the potential to reach the Dao-Entry realm. If they could be used by the Shamo Clan, it would not necessarily be a bad thing.
Dao-Entry cultivators could enter the starry sky and traverse the universe. To any race, they were strategic resources and high-level combat forces.
After all, when two races went to war, the conflict would inevitably reach the level of an entire star region. Those capable of participating would at least need to be Dao-Entry cultivators.
Rather than draining the pond to catch all the fish and squeezing the Xuanhuang Realm dry in one stroke, leaving it unable to recover for hundreds of thousands of years, it would be better to find a way to seize complete control of this place.
They could subtly alter the cultivators’ way of thinking, gradually turning the entire Xuanhuang Realm into a reserve base for the Shamo Clan.
It could provide the Shamo Clan with an endless supply of strategic resources and even serve as a source of infiltrators who could enter human territory, embed themselves within the human race, and gradually dismantle humanity until the human race and the alien races were completely wiped out from the cosmic starry sky.
“Keep dreaming.”
Gu Changsheng and the other two could not be bothered to respond to Moke at all. But when they saw his irritating expression, they could not help cursing him.
What the hell was this alien race? After killing so many of their comrades, they actually still wanted to recruit them.
“Such ungrateful bastards! Lord Moke is giving you a chance because he thinks highly of you. Yet you put on airs and refuse to accept it. Do you really think that throwing your lives away in resistance can change your fate?”
Before Moke could say anything, Huangfu Yunteng leaped out and pointed at Gu Changsheng and the other two as he cursed them.
“You three useless old fools, hurry up and kill yourselves. Don’t waste Lord Moke’s time.”
During the nearly year-long battle, Huangfu Yunteng had relied on his True Dragon Physique to endure until now, becoming the only human among the seven alien Quasi-Emperors.
Of course, there had originally been two. The other human traitor—the one who had been gang-assaulted by numerous cultivators—had been the first Quasi-Emperor powerhouse to die in this decisive battle.
“Fuck you! You were born a man, yet you insisted on becoming a dog. Fine, maybe being a dog wasn’t enough for you—you had to become an alien’s dog! How the hell did the Xuanhuang Realm produce a piece of shit like you?”
The Saint-realm cultivators behind the three Quasi-Emperors immediately burned with rage when they saw Huangfu Yunteng’s face, and they began cursing him furiously.
Ao Dalong, who had always wanted to devour Huangfu Yunteng, cursed the loudest. It was not only because Huangfu Yunteng was a traitor, but also because the man was quite powerful, making it impossible for him to find an opportunity to eat him.
He had been waiting for Huangfu Yunteng to die in battle so he could scavenge the remains. He never expected the bastard to be so difficult to kill.
“Go ahead and curse me. Curse me as hard as you like. Once your three Quasi-Emperors are all dead, what awaits Mozhou will be a true living hell. I’m sure that by then, plenty of humans will be willing to become the lords’ dogs just to survive.
“But at that point...” Huangfu Yunteng chuckled. “Becoming a dog won’t be so easy.”
Faced with everyone’s abuse, Huangfu Yunteng remained unmoved. He had been cursed at for nearly a year and had long since developed immunity. As long as he could have his revenge, he no longer cared about anything else.
However, his greatest enemy, Mo Tianxiao, had yet to appear, which made him feel somewhat unsettled. No matter what, Mo Tianxiao was the current sect master of the Demon Sect. Surely he had not abandoned so many disciples and fellow cultivators to hide somewhere on his own?
“Are you certain you wish to continue?” Moke looked at Gu Changsheng and the other two. “I simply cannot bear to watch geniuses die such miserable deaths. There is a better way for you to live.”
Seven Dao-Entry powerhouses had fought against eleven from the alien races. Despite such a disparity, the cultivators of the Xuanhuang Realm had not only held out for nearly a year, they had also taken four of the enemy’s Dao-Entry powerhouses with them.
Even with the interference of so many Saint-realm cultivators, this was enough to prove that the cultivators of the Xuanhuang Realm possessed formidable battle prowess.
At the very least, they were stronger than the average Dao-Entry cultivator of the Shamo Clan.
“Those who are not of my race will always harbor different intentions, let alone deformed freaks like you aliens.
“There’s no need for more nonsense. If you want to fight, then fight! We cultivators of the Xuanhuang Realm fear no death!” Gu Changsheng shouted, his face showing no trace of fear.
At the same time, he secretly transmitted his voice to Nangong Wan.
“Wan’er, Mozhou is at a disadvantage now. The three of us won’t be able to hold on much longer. Find an opportunity to return to the Demon Sect and take Tianxiao and some others with you as you retreat toward the demon race!”
Lin Wanyi and Puxuan likewise secretly transmitted messages to their own disciples. The situation was extremely grim. The area within ten thousand miles of the Demon Sect had already been surrounded by seven alien Quasi-Emperors, making escape incredibly difficult.
Only if the three of them could hold off the seven Quasi-Emperors for a brief moment would everyone have even the slightest chance of escaping.
Nangong Wan did not reply. Her gaze turned toward the Demon Sect, worry evident in her eyes.
“Senior Brother...”
It had been nearly two years. Could Senior Brother be coming out of seclusion?
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