"Yan Tian, what... what the hell are you doing?"
Not far away, Kui Shan saw Yan Tian severely wound Bordeaux and was left dumbfounded.
"Isn’t it obvious? The kid’s betrayed us! That bastard—if I wasn’t strong enough, I’d be dead from that palm strike!"
Bordeaux spat a mouthful of blood and slowly got to his feet.
After all, he possessed Middle Stage Nascent Soul Cultivation, while Yan Tian was only at Early Stage, so killing him with a single palm strike was no easy feat.
The reason Yan Tian acted like this was exactly what Lin Chang’sheng had advised last night: if he truly wanted to show his remorse, he had to take action.
If not, Lin Chang’sheng would never believe his repentance was genuine.
Witnessing the scene, Lin Chang’sheng couldn’t help but let the corners of his lips curl upward—looks like this guy finally pulled back from the brink.
Although he didn’t kill the enemy in one blow, it was enough; his stance was clear.
Wu wu wu——
In the next instant, tens of thousands of souls burst from the ground below, under Lin Chang’sheng’s control, launching a frenzied attack against the two major Demon Race Tribes.
This Array of Myriad Spirits Locking Heaven mirrored the subtlety of the Array of Myriad Gods Slaying Immortals—both harnessed the power of souls to kill.
Yet this array was even more ruthless than the latter; the souls here were amplified by the grand array, gaining trendous power. Every living being within the array felt massive pressure, as if countless iron chains bound their bodies, making movent nearly impossible.
All the more reason for the souls to rage on, red-eyed in slaughter.
In the blink of an eye, countless Demon Race mbers were massacred, blood flowing in rivers.
Though so souls were ripped apart, in the next instant they’d reassemble, forming even stronger soul entities.
"Traitor! Even if I die, I’m dragging you down with !"
Bordeaux cursed furiously, realizing he was finished today.
But before dying, he was determined to take Yan Tian, the traitor, along with him.
With a shout, Bordeaux charged straight at Yan Tian, unleashing his Middle Stage Nascent Soul Cultivation—how could Yan Tian possibly stand against him?
Lin Chang’sheng instantly invoked the power of the array, entering the grand array in a flash, and released his Primordial Power Realm, suppressing Bordeaux to the ground, leaving him helpless.
"Is this... the Primordial Power Realm? You... you’re a Divinity Transformation expert? Impossible!"
Bordeaux felt his mind go blank; the Human Race youth before him had such terrifying strength?
No wonder even the Demon Emperor Yun Tianhuang treated him with such respect.
Seeing Bordeaux pinned by Lin Chang’sheng and unable to move, Yan Tian seized the opportunity, flas erupting around him.
He struck again with an even stronger Fla Palm Seal, aiming to kill Bordeaux.
BOOM——
Bordeaux was blasted backward by the deafening crash, hurtling over thirty zhang away, but suffered only superficial wounds—not enough to kill him.
In this critical mont, Bordeaux unleashed his Demon Beast true form.
His skeletal fra crackled as he rapidly expanded, body swelling madly until he finally transford into a giant gray wolf—eight zhang long and three zhang tall.
Fangs gleaming in his maw, fur bristling hard as steel needles.
No wonder Yan Tian’s fearso palm strikes hadn’t killed him in one hit.
His defense was monstrous.
"You think you can kill ?"
Bordeaux roared furiously at Yan Tian.
If it weren’t for Lin Chang’sheng’s Primordial Power suppression, he’d have torn Yan Tian to shreds by now.
"Why don’t I give it a shot?"
Lin Chang’sheng sneered, fingers curling as a mighty Primordial Power aura erupted and enveloped Bordeaux.
It was as if giant, force-shaped hands gripped Bordeaux tightly.
As Lin Chang’sheng exerted force, both hands squeezed; amid Bordeaux’s screams, he was crushed instantly.
A mass of blood and flesh exploded out, showering the earth in gore.
A Middle Stage Nascent Soul powerhouse was no more than an ant before Lin Chang’sheng—fragile, destroyed in one move.
"C-chief... is dead?"
A cry of alarm rang out, and instantly, all Wolf Race mbers scrambled in panic.
Even their chief wasn’t a match for Lin Chang’sheng—they were dood.
One by one, they gave up resisting, planning to surrender.
But Lin Chang’sheng didn’t accept surrender.
If they could betray once, they’d likely do it again.
He resolved to eradicate them all, eliminating future threats forever.
At this mont, none regretted more than those Demon Race mbers who’d defected from the Imperial City last night; thinking the Demon Emperor Yun Tianhuang was unreliable, they’d chosen the other side instead.
But who would have guessed—the battle shifted again in just one night.
"Great Demon Emperor, we were wrong! Give us another chance! We won’t dare again!"
Kui Shan, witnessing Bordeaux’s fate, broke out in a cold sweat.
If even Bordeaux with such strength was crushed by Lin Chang’sheng, he would be nothing—Kui Shan begged for rcy desperately.
But his answer was only the cold blades of the countless souls.
Half an hour later, amid relentless screams of agony,
the grand array slowly drew into silence.
The Wolf Race and Bear Race, two great Demon Beast Tribes, were utterly wiped out—none escaped.
After their deaths, the cultivation within the Demon Beasts transford into streams of spiritual energy, absorbed by Lin Chang’sheng.
Absorbing the cultivation of tens of thousands of Demon Beasts propelled Lin Chang’sheng’s cultivation to the Peak of Early Stage of Divinity Transformation, just a bit short of another breakthrough.
"Yan Tian, I’m truly pleased you ca to your senses in ti. Back when your grandfather served as Demon Emperor, the contributions he made for our Demon Race were imasurable. In the future, your achievents will surely rival your grandfather’s."
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