The demon beast army was still charging forward.
Only by reaching the Northern Heavenly Gate would the true battle begin.
The demon beasts continued their advance, launching their next wave of attacks.
At the forefront were, aside from the previously seen Reflect Foxes, undoubtedly the most heavily armored beasts.
Along the way, they faced countless traps laid by the humans, as well as relentless magical assaults.
These attacks were far from weak.
As a result, the vanguard suffered heavy casualties.
The Long-Armed Demon Apes remained in the center of the army, passing by an increasing number of fallen corpses.
Yet they did not simply step over the dead—they acted.
The apes picked up the lifeless bodies of their kin and hurled them skyward, straight toward the Northern Heavenly Gate.
Under the Grand Priest's control, the corpses' bloodlines were activated, triggering explosive detonations.
Some collided with human spells, canceling them out in violent bursts, while others exploded directly against the gate.
Either outcome worked in the demon beasts' favor.
By utilizing the corpses, they significantly reduced the humans' long-range offensive capabilities.
However, this meant the fallen beasts not only died but were also obliterated, their remains exploited to the fullest.
Most of these casualties were defensive specialists, lacking offensive prowess.
Yet in death, their explosions granted them a fleeting moment of destructive power.
The demon beasts were dead serious about this assault—every resource was to be used.
Paradoxically, the more they lost, the stronger their offensive grew.
But there was no choice. The humans had to keep killing, regardless of the consequences.
Strategy mattered, but raw power could not be neglected.
The humans, meanwhile, fought with everything they had, striving to weaken the horde before it reached the gate.
Occasionally, a human expert would unleash a devastating strike.
Yet the effects were limited—the demon beasts' own elites would intercept such attacks or retaliate in kind.
Neither side's powerhouses engaged frequently, conserving their strength for the inevitable clashes to come.
A single misstep in such battles could mean death, and the loss of a top-tier fighter would be catastrophic.
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Finally, the demon beast vanguard reached the Northern Heavenly Gate.
With all their might, they charged and slammed into the gate.
Those who exhausted their strength self-destructed on the spot, while the Grand Priest allowed the slain to explode unrestrained at the gate's base.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A relentless barrage of explosions shook the Northern Heavenly Gate.
The spectacle was terrifying—it seemed the gate might shatter at any moment.
Yet reinforced by defensive arrays, it held firm against the onslaught.
Now that the beasts had arrived, humanity's ultimate weapon was activated.
Suddenly, massive shockwaves erupted from the gate.
The nearest beasts were sent flying, and even those behind them were pushed back despite their numbers.
Following the shockwaves came waves of sword energy, reaping lives indiscriminately.
And as each beast fell, it immediately detonated.
Packed tightly together from the forced retreat, their explosions triggered chain reactions of devastating power.
But with the horde now scattered, the blasts only harmed their own kind.
The Grand Priest froze. He hadn't expected such a swift human countermeasure—his bloodline detonation tactic had been thwarted the moment he lifted restrictions.
Controlling the explosions en masse was simple, but selectively activating them required immense focus.
The irregular, staggered shockwaves made precision impossible.
After struggling briefly, the Grand Priest grew frustrated.
This couldn't continue—his energy was draining rapidly. While managing corpse throws earlier had been manageable, now at the gate's threshold, such micromanagement would leave him exhausted for the real fight.
He knew his true value and wouldn't squander it on trivialities.
His original plan had been to fully unleash the bloodline detonations upon reaching the gate, blasting the humans to oblivion.
Yet it seemed they'd anticipated this, preparing countermeasures in advance.
The unrelenting shockwaves confirmed this—such power couldn't have been conjured spontaneously.
With the gate's defenses repelling the horde, full-powered explosions couldn't inflict meaningful damage.
Reluctantly, the Grand Priest suppressed the bloodline detonations entirely.
Dead beasts were acceptable—their corpses remained. Once enough accumulated, they could be hurled at the gate for a concentrated blast.
Better that than wasting explosions on their own forces.
With detonations disabled, he ordered the horde to attack freely.
Their offensive weakened without explosions, prolonging the siege.
But now, the vanguard of defensive specialists was being replaced—the true offensive beasts had arrived.
They immediately launched frenzied assaults on the gate, slightly increasing the pressure.
What followed was a brutal, straightforward battle of attrition.
Yet humanity began feeling the strain.
Witnessing the endless horde at their doorstep stirred fear, even among the defenders.
But the gate must not fall—those atop it continued hurling spells recklessly.
As time passed, the gate's offensive arrays were mostly depleted, though they'd slaughtered countless beasts.
The Northern Heavenly Gate couldn't hold alone.
Lin Xuan took a deep breath, flexing his limbs. "About time we joined the fight."
Right then, Di Haoran's command rang out: "Attack!"
The spellcasters had exhausted their energy, many collapsing from fatigue.
Now was the melee specialists' turn.
The moment Di Haoran spoke, Lin Xuan leaped forward, the first through the gate, flames wreathing his fists.
"Blazing Inferno!"
Bringing his fists together, he smashed into the beast horde.
Boom!
The ground cratered as fire erupted from the impact, spreading rapidly.
The conflagration was terrifying—instantly incinerating every beast in a fan-shaped area before him.
Lin Xuan then willed the flames outward, targeting the accumulated corpses.
Having been dead for some time, their flesh had weakened, making them easy fuel.
With minimal effort, he purged the battlefield of potential explosives.
Witnessing this, the Grand Priest gaped in disbelief. His planned mega-explosion had been preemptively denied?
Damn it! Damn it all!
Yet there was a silver lining.
Seeing humans emerge from the gate, the Grand Priest lifted all bloodline restrictions.
With a cold smirk, he thought: Let's see how you handle this.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
