Light Rain Enters the Battle

Lin Xuan had been defeated. Though many were concerned about him, the relentless onslaught of the demon beast army demanded their full attention.

Facing the full-scale assault of the demon beasts was destined to be a protracted battle.

Di Haoran sighed in relief—fortunately, he had summoned reinforcements from the south. Otherwise, they would never have held the line.

But the true threat was the Beast Lord.

A Tribulation-stage powerhouse. Even with Di Haoran’s preparations—five experts ganging up on one—the odds of victory still felt precarious.

Why couldn’t Jiang Ningshu be found?

Di Haoran thought that no matter what conditions she demanded, he would do his best to meet them—if only she would step forward and confront the Beast Lord.

But she was nowhere to be found, let alone available for negotiation.

The demon beast army wasn’t entirely gathered here either; more were still arriving from the rear.

They had truly poured out in full force.

To compensate for the numerical disadvantage, the human forces had immediately resorted to using special spirit stones.

After days of frantic production, a considerable stockpile had been amassed.

The strategy was to fight using these spirit stones first, conserving their own energy. Once depleted, they would switch to their own stamina.

When half their stamina remained, they would retreat to the North Heavenly Gate to rest.

Once recovered, they would return to the battlefield.

This was how a war of attrition had to be fought.

The demon beast army had already reached the North Heavenly Gate, forcing those behind to slow their advance.

Both sides were now locked in a steady, methodical struggle. The idea of swallowing the enemy in one fell swoop was nothing but wishful thinking.

The Mantis Blade Demons slashed with their razor-sharp forelimbs, cutting down humans with ruthless efficiency.

Hordes of Rampaging Bulls charged in unison—the more there were, the greater their destructive power.

The skies, too, were filled with demon beasts. Though many had been slain earlier, a small but still dangerous contingent remained.

"Humans… it feels so good to trample them underfoot."

"Come, die with me!"

"Ten—I’ve killed ten humans! I’ll slaughter even more!"

After enduring so much frustration, the demon beasts were finally reveling in the sight of human casualties.

Their bloodlust only grew fiercer.

Yet the humans refused to be outdone in ferocity.

"Don’t get cocky! We haven’t lost yet!"

"Damn beasts, drop dead already!"

"You think only beasts can thirst for blood? We’re no different! Aaaah—DIE!"

The Emperor Heaven Sect’s Demon-Slaying Sword Art gave them a significant edge—a technique honed over centuries of battling demon beasts.

The disciples of the Mist Cloud Sect excelled in sword formations. Whether in pairs, trios, or larger groups, their coordination was seamless, achieving a synergy where one plus one far exceeded two. Their formations felt nearly flawless.

Then there were the rogue cultivators, whose bizarre and unpredictable techniques kept emerging.

Li Siyi led the Seven Stars Sword Sect into the fray.

Her immortal sword radiated immense power, cutting down swathes of demon beasts.

The sect’s disciples wielded weapons specially forged by Gu Anxin, unleashing a relentless offensive.

Gu Anxin’s skills had grown tremendously over the years, earning him the title of Weapon Master. Some of Lin Xuan’s arms had even been crafted by him.

Weapons designed specifically to counter demon beasts were exceedingly difficult to forge—only he could produce them. Otherwise, they would have been standard issue by now.

Every warrior on the battlefield was giving their all, unleashing their most prized techniques.

They feared death, but this was a battle they had to fight—for what lay behind them needed protection.

The fighting raged on.

A day passed, yet the intensity never waned.

Even at night, the battle continued. The demon beasts held the advantage in darkness, and many were nocturnal by nature.

With these reinforcements, the demon beast army’s assault grew fiercer.

But it didn’t matter. The skies were lit by the chaotic glow of spells, and the humans remained unyielding. The impact was minimal.

The sun rose again, and the battle burned as fiercely as ever.

Exhausted humans retreated to the North Heavenly Gate to recover, while spent demon beasts simply self-destructed, making way for fresh reinforcements.

Thus, the flames of war never dimmed.

On a nearby mountain peak, Su Luo and his companions observed the battlefield.

"We might have come too early. The Beast Lord won’t make his move for another two days," Su Luo remarked, studying the situation.

Suddenly, Little Yu spoke up. "Su Luo… I want to join the fight."

"Go ahead," Su Luo nodded. At this point, the outcome was already set.

"I’m going, then!" Little Yu was delighted he didn’t stop her.

Whenever she asked Su Luo for permission, she always considered his perspective first.

She only posed the question if she was at least eighty percent sure he would agree.

If something felt like an obvious "no," she rarely bothered asking—writing it off entirely.

Drawing her sword, Little Yu soared toward the battlefield.

She didn’t need to explain. Su Luo already understood.

At her core, Little Yu couldn’t bear to see so many lives lost—especially when she had the power to save them.

Though she had joined the Heavenly Demon Sect, she hadn’t absorbed its wickedness. Instead, she had grown purer in heart.

Su Luo knew her well, so he didn’t stand in her way.

High above the demon beast army, a seven-star pattern blazed across the sky.

"Seven Stars Converge!"

A force so overwhelming it stole breath erupted, dealing catastrophic damage to the demon beasts.

Little Yu descended gracefully, her sword gleaming coldly in her grip.

That single strike had cleaved the once-dense demon beast horde cleanly in two.

From above, a vast, empty gap was now visible where the beasts had been annihilated.

The attack instantly drew everyone’s attention.

Little Yu!

Many recognized her.

In their memories, she had been nothing more than a talented disciple who defected to the Heavenly Demon Sect. She hadn’t done anything particularly notable, and like Su Luo, she was later revealed as a spy planted by the Seven Stars Sword Sect.

Her fame paled in comparison to Su Luo’s.

Yet no one expected she had grown this powerful.

A prodigy among prodigies.

Shock aside, they were also overjoyed.

She was clearly here to help—another boost to their chances of victory.

Little Yu prepared to unleash a second Seven Stars Converge, but General Chilin intercepted her.

Without exchanging words, the two clashed.

Little Yu’s current strength was more than a match for the general.

After all, she had spent the most time by whose side?

Of course, her own efforts played no small part.

The Seven Stars Sword Sect’s leader smiled when he saw her.

Then, realizing she had already surpassed him, he felt a surge of determination.

Even an old man like him could still burn with fighting spirit.

Li Siyi spotted Little Yu and knew Su Luo couldn’t be far. But now wasn’t the time to seek him out.

She focused on the battle.

Yet her sword seemed to move just a little faster.

If possible, she wanted Su Luo to see—her swordsmanship had improved too.

Li Siyi no longer compared herself to others, only to her past self.

Had she grown stronger than yesterday?

She had matured greatly, no longer the proud young mistress she once was.