The High Priest Enters the Battle

The suppressed Beast Lord was utterly unwilling to accept defeat. Had his massive physique been for nothing? In terms of raw strength, no one should have been able to surpass him at this stage—not even a human cultivator of the same realm.

No longer holding back, the Beast Lord intensified his assault, his sole objective now being to defeat Jiang Ningshu.

As for what came after victory—that could wait.

"Demon God Bloodline!"

The tattoos on the Beast Lord's body glowed crimson as his power surged once more.

Jiang Ningshu, however, showed no fear and pressed forward with her attacks.

The two forces clashed again, triggering another massive explosion—followed by a chain of detonations.

Yet the tide of battle had shifted.

In sheer strength, the Beast Lord indeed held the upper hand.

The Grand Priest watched with concern. If the Beast Lord exhausted his energy like this, what would happen later?

No—the Beast Lord would prevail.

The Grand Priest had faith in him.

Despite being at a disadvantage, Jiang Ningshu showed no intention of altering her strategy. She continued unleashing one full-powered strike after another, determined to settle the battle in one decisive push—though this "push" might take a while.

At the Transcendence Realm, ending a battle swiftly was no easy feat.

As the Beast Lord went all out, the surrounding battlefield was affected, escalating the conflict. Skirmishes erupted everywhere as experts from both sides joined the fray, pushing the war toward full-scale carnage.

The Grand Priest was no exception. Abandoning his role as a strategist, he stepped onto the battlefield.

A staff in hand and two more floating behind him, he chanted, "Abyssal Tides!"

A dark, liquid-like substance surged forth, instantly forming towering waves that crashed toward the North Heavenly Gate—a sight more terrifying than a tsunami.

At the critical moment, four Mahayana-stage human cultivators stepped forward, raising their hands in unison to unleash overwhelming power, barely managing to block the onslaught.

The Grand Priest pressed his assault, forcing the four Mahayana experts to encircle him.

Originally, these warriors had been reserved for the Beast Lord, but now they were tied up against the Grand Priest.

"Super Reinforcement!"

"Heavenly Eye Beam!"

"Triple Execution!"

The Grand Priest unleashed a series of devastating techniques.

Yet within a few exchanges, he found himself overwhelmed—a single opponent was no match for four Mahayana cultivators.

He hastily summoned several powerful demon beasts to fight alongside him. Relying on his unorthodox spells, he barely managed to hold his ground.

With the full-scale battle erupting, the demon beast army's true hardships had only just begun.

What the Grand Priest hadn’t anticipated was just how dire the situation would become.

The root cause was Jiang Ningshu’s interference—she alone had pinned down the Beast Lord.

The Grand Priest could only hope the Beast Lord would swiftly defeat her; otherwise, their defeat was inevitable.

Yet wishful thinking was far from reality.

The demon beast army continued its assault on the North Heavenly Gate, but their casualties mounted rapidly.

With human experts flooding the battlefield, the demon beasts’ weaker ranks suffered brutal massacres, lacking enough elite warriors to counterbalance the slaughter.

Still, sheer numbers allowed the demon beast horde to pose a significant threat.

Their fearlessness in death made them formidable foes.

Elsewhere, Di Haoran clashed with the Lion Heart King.

"Demon-Slaying Sword Art—Tidal Surge Slash!" Di Haoran’s blade flashed, aiming straight for the Lion Heart King’s vitals.

The Lion Heart King gathered power into his fist and met the strike head-on.

The impact sent both combatants three steps back, the force behind them carving deep scars into the earth.

"The Demon-Slaying Sword Art… No matter how many times I see it, it never fails to impress," the Lion Heart King remarked.

"Flattery won’t earn you mercy from my blade."

"Hah! You can’t kill me. Besides, I’ve spent these years refining a… Human-Slaying Fist Technique."

"Then show me. This may be your last chance."

"No need for reminders—I intend to."

The Lion Heart King attacked again.

In truth, he had invented no such technique—his entire fighting style was already designed to slaughter humans.

But a little bluffing might regain some momentum.

Di Haoran, however, took the claim seriously—an understandable assumption.

He grew cautious, his movements measured.

"Tsk tsk, your sword hesitates. Are you that afraid?" the Lion Heart King taunted.

Di Haoran remained expressionless. "I merely wish to witness this Human-Slaying Fist Technique of yours."

"Look at that human Transcendence Realm cultivator, trading blows with our Beast Lord. Why won’t you match me head-on?"

"Every warrior has their own style."

"Then brace yourself—my Human-Slaying Fist Technique is coming!"

Yet after several exchanges, Di Haoran grew puzzled. The Lion Heart King’s techniques were no different from before.

"Where’s this ‘new’ fist technique?"

"Patience. By the time you see it, you’ll already be dead." The Lion Heart King maintained an air of confidence, as though his trump card was an unstoppable killing move.

Di Haoran remained wary.

Meanwhile…

Little Yu dueled General Chilin.

Their strengths were evenly matched, making it impossible to determine a victor.

Initially, General Chilin had underestimated Little Yu, but after their clash, he no longer dared to hold back—one careless move could cost him his life.

"Flame Scale Blossom!" General Chilin spread his wings, releasing a storm of fiery scales.

Little Yu dodged—but the general smirked.

His scales weren’t aimed at her.

They rained down on the humans behind her.

Evading meant leaving others to suffer.

General Chilin fought dirty, keeping his distance and bombarding her with scales to prevent her from closing in.

Little Yu stopped dodging. Instead, she swung her sword, shattering each scale mid-flight.

The battle remained deadlocked.

Elsewhere…

Nangong Xiyun faced the Leopard Speed King.

Pushed into a corner, the Leopard Speed King unleashed his full power first.

His speed skyrocketed.

Speed was his pride—his greatest weapon.

And indeed, he was fast. Nangong Xiyun struggled to keep up, suffering a few wounds.

Yet her icy composure never wavered. She remained calm, her gaze steady even as the Leopard Speed King pressed his advantage.

"Hah! Seems victory is mine. If you can’t match my speed, you’re nothing but prey."

The Leopard Speed King’s words were arrogant, but he didn’t underestimate Nangong Xiyun—he merely sought to pressure her.

Yet she ignored his taunts, maintaining her own rhythm.

The longer they fought, the more an inexplicable unease gnawed at the Leopard Speed King.

Meanwhile…

Li Siyi fought on, though she faced no elite opponents—only clearing out weaker demon beasts.

The horde simply lacked enough high-tier warriors to challenge her.

Still, even against fodder, complacency was dangerous.

Fortunately, Su Luo’s explosions covered her flanks, preventing ambushes, encirclements, or suicidal charges.

His blasts neutralized all threats.

As a result, the area around Li Siyi became the safest spot on the battlefield.

She could fight without restraint, even lending aid to allies in need.