"Damn it, sothing’s not right!"
"These humans seem to know us too well, as if they have fought us thousands and thousands of tis!"
"..."
In the void, battlefields were everywhere, with runes blazing and engulfing the space. Mighty Magical Treasures and demon artifacts collided at the highest reaches of the Firmant, unleashing torrential floods that swept in all directions.
Pure-blooded Creatures were naturally the main fighting force of the Demon Race. Transforming into their true forms, they were as massive as mountains, flying through the skies and burrowing underground with overwhelming demonic might. Compared to them, every mber of the Human Race seed as small as an ant.
Yet strangely, there was not a single battlefield where they held an advantage. Even the prodigies among the Pure-blooded Creatures could not gain any upper hand when facing human prodigies in one-on-one combat. This was utterly inconceivable.
It was well known that humans were naturally frail. Even though cultivation could defy the heavens and change fate by constantly elevating their life level, there was still a significant gap compared to the pure-blooded demons. This was especially true for the young human prodigies, whose life-level transformations were far from being on par with the pure-blooded demons. It would only be reasonable if they possessed a Sacred Body or so other extrely rare spirit or battle body.
But how could the Human Race possibly have so many rare constitutions? If that were the case, wouldn’t they have unified the heavens long ago? These humans didn’t display overwhelming raw power, but rather their technique, which was proficient to an almost inconceivable degree. It was as if they had seen through every single Pure-blooded Creature, allowing them to fight so effortlessly.
BOOM!
Treasure ships and war chariots emitting dense immortal light erged from the void. A multitude of human prodigies flew out from the war chariots, engaging in fierce combat with the Demon Race.
"Formation, arise!"
In the sky, over a thousand figures on a gigantic treasure ship rode their swords into the air, forming a sword formation. The next mont, tens of thousands of sword lights rained down from the sky, tearing through a swath of the void. Like an intricate, razor-sharp net, they instantly eviscerated countless demons.
That was the Jade Sword Immortal Sect, one of the Seventy-Two Blessed Lands. The entire sect cultivated the Sword Dao and was renowned for its formidable sword formations.
ROAR!
The ground trembled and dust filled the air as massive Spirit Beasts and Devil Beasts descended from the Firmant. They landed on the island and charged forth, led by a saber-toothed tiger as large as a hill, its murderous intent palpable and its aura as powerful as a Soul Travel Great Ability.
In the sky, spirit avians soared past. So were entirely vermilion, spewing divine flas, clearly possessing Vermilion Bird bloodlines. There were also large, azure birds, descendants of the ancient Qingluan, whose wings blotted out the sun. Their auras were astonishing and their combat power was heaven-defying.
On or behind each of these spirit avians and beasts stood a cultivator. They ford hand seals, their auras seemingly rged as one with the beasts beneath them as they charged toward the dense masses of the Demon Race. This was the Myriad Beasts Cave Heaven, acclaid in Nanzhou for its beast-taming techniques. They specialized in the perfect union of man and beast, granting them unmatched combat power!
"Xuan Gui Armor, integrate!"
"Spirit Fox Armor, integrate!"
"Little Bird Armor, integrate!"
On the flying vessels of the Sanqing Immortal Sect, nurous disciples of Sanqing silently chanted incantations. With solemn faces, they donned suits of Armor Puppets, and their auras instantly soared.
Such man-puppet integration armor was originally extrely rare. The entire Manipulation Sect could not produce many sets, and generally, only high-ranking elders and departnt heads could wear them. Moreover, the maintenance cost was exorbitant, and they were normally too precious to use.
But ever since the Manipulation Sect took over the production of the Soul Fighting Machine, they had beco much more affluent. Mo Wuwei had fully integrated the assembly line concept provided by Wang Xiu. After discussing with the many elders of the Manipulation Sect for nearly a month, she finally completed a technological revolution. This revolution significantly reduced the cost of producing Armor Puppets, and the difficulty, once sky-high, plumted countless tis over.
Previously scarce, Armor Puppets were now available to nearly every person. This allowed the disciples of the Manipulation Sect, who were not adept at combat, to possess considerable fighting strength. Of course, the effect was certainly more than one level weaker than the original version, but it could at least elevate the combat strength of the young disciples by more than thirty percent.
BOOM!
A magma giant tore through the ground and crawled out of the Abyss, roaring at the heavens. Its body flowed with bubbling magma, hot beyond asure. Everywhere it passed, the void warped and not a single blade of grass survived, striking fear into the hearts of countless creatures. Even the Pureblood Demons avoided it, their expressions filled with terror. It charged into the midst of the humans. The frightfully hot magma sprayed out with its movents, posing an extre danger.
HUM!
A figure descended from the heavens. She stood alone and elegant, her garnts fluttering. Her face was exquisitely beautiful and her figure curvaceous, like a fairy from Guanghan with peerless grace. With a slight raise of her delicate hand, her fair forehead shone, and she was enveloped in Saintly Radiance.
A golden wheel burst forth through the air. Condensed from moon essence, its cold light was nacing, like the sharpest sword in the world, capable of slicing through all things. Wherever it passed, countless demons were decapitated, turning into a rain of blood that filled the sky.
The magma giant bore the brunt of the attack. It was sliced into several pieces, its spiritual intelligence extinguished. Its body turned into a pile of petrified rock that tumbled to the ground, its blood transforming into flowing magma.
"It’s the Saintess of Mount Shu!"
"I heard that the Saintess had been in seclusion for months studying the supre techniques of Mount Shu. She finally mastered the Sun and Moon Golden Wheels to a state of spiritual connection. Their might is truly infinite!"
"Worthy of Mount Shu! For an ordinary person to wield a Holy Artifact to such an extent, they would have to at least step into the Soul Travel Realm. The Saintess is truly exceptional!"
"..."
This was a chaotic battle. The flas of war spread continuously from the entrance of Demon Sea Island, where every brilliant human hero clashed with the Demon Race. For instance, the Taixu Saint Heir, Ye Guhong, wielded a Golden War Spear, his body radiating light like a god of war. He single-handedly fought against several Pureblood Demon prodigies and held a crushing advantage, leaving his opponents unable to even catch their breath.
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