Leaving Do City, Lu Qingshan felt a sense of boundless freedom, like a bird soaring high in the sky or a fish leaping in the vast sea.
The expanse of the Fourteen Cities was vast, yet for a Sword Cultivator, it was still too small.
To delve deep into the Demon Occupied Zone, it was impossible to pass through the frontline.
At this mont, on the frontline, both the Human Race and the Demon Race had amassed armies numbering in the millions, engulfed in war flas. As a Sixth Realm Cultivator, it was impossible for him to break through the myriad troops.
The only choice was to take a detour.
Although a detour was necessary, it did not require much ti.
Lu Qingshan rely had to follow the sa thod the Demon Race used to bypass the frontline and enter the rear areas of the Human Race.
The Demon Race certainly had airspace blockades and defensive lines.
Yet, evading the Demon Race's aerial blockade was not difficult.
In the vast and expansive Central Spirit, even with the Demon Race's vast manpower, it was fundantally impossible to completely shield the airspace.
The Demon Race could not spare too many resources.
Despite their great power, they had too many responsibilities.
Thus, in terms of airspace blockades, they only focused on preventing large-scale incursions by Human Cultivators. They truly lacked sufficient defense against infiltration by a duo like Lu Qingshan and Mo Yan.
With Lu Qingshan's speed at that mont, even with Mo Yan in tow, he still easily bypassed the blockade extending from Bullhorn, Tigerhead, and Horseshoe, entering the Demon Occupied Zone by dusk.
This speed was enviable even for a Seventh Realm Cultivator.
After crossing the frontline, Lu Qingshan paused briefly, diligently sensing the origin of a certain pulse, and then resud his rapid flight westward.
The further he advanced westward, the more desolate the landscape beneath his feet beca.
Since the Demon Race invaded, they slaughtered unrestrictedly. Along the way, Lu Qingshan saw countless skeletal hunger victims beside the path, corpses hanging from trees riddled with crows.
Cities burning with flas, black smoke rising from once-golden fields of wheat—a scene of turmoil and chaos.
Besides the Demon Race, the Demon Occupied Zone was also populated with small swarms of demon beasts, like post-autumn locusts, lurking everywhere.
Throughout the journey, Lu Qingshan also saw myriad Demon Race troops heading east.
These were continuously deployed from the Incessant Domain, enabling the Demon Race to invade Central Spirit.
Regarding these Demon Race troops, Lu Qingshan only cast a distant glance and did not approach.
"Lu Qingshan, such a dense moisture," Gu Yiyi, usually sluggish, awoke from rest, disorientedly asked with so excitent in her voice, "Where are you?"
"No, that's not water." Lu Qingshan's gaze subtlely shifted back from the ground.
There, a group of demon beasts shrouded in Demonic Qi were advancing eastward.
"That's tears."
Lu Qingshan added, "And blood."
......
As night fell.
Six hours had passed since Lu Qingshan left Do City.
It was winter.
Snowflakes danced, laying a thin layer on the crimson earth.
Stepping on such ground produced a crisp crunching sound.
Thud.
Li Si drew his longsword from the chest of the Demonic Cultivator before him.
Blood splattered from the wound sliced open by the sword blade.
His gaze was utterly cold.
Clearly, he had experienced such scenes so many tis that he had beco numb.
He held the longsword, his gaze shifting to the Demonic Cultivator surrounded by his allies, and mused.
It's still us Sword Cultivators best suited for killing.
"Let help you!" he called out.
The Demonic Cultivator was rely of the Fifth Grade Realm, resilient with thick skin and tough physicality, without much capability of resistance—relying only on his physical body in futile struggle.
The other cultivators surrounding the Demonic Cultivator understood Li Si's intent upon hearing his call and tacitly cleared a path.
Li Si maneuvered through the gap, an impeccable strike, defensively impenetrable, stabbing directly at the Demonic Cultivator's brow.
....
In this sudden encounter, the Human Cultivators achieved a complete victory.
After swiftly cleaning the battlefield and clearing traces, they prepared to leave when Li Si's gaze suddenly sharpened.
In the snow, he spotted a wild deer lurking behind a rock, watchfully looking around.
Recalling sothing, Li Si stirred slightly, and a Sword Qi surged from his fingertip, shooting out like a sharp arrow.
Thud!
The wild deer fell down at the sound.
Li Si smiled with satisfaction.
"Li Si, bringing fresh ga for your little girl again." A companion teased with a laugh.
Li Si shook his head, chided with a smile: "What's this 'little girl of mine', don't speak nonsense."
Speaking, he stepped forward, picked up the wild deer, "Let's go, ti to head back."
....
Several hours later.
Li Si and his party rejoined other companions.
This was a rather peculiar troop.
Eight or nine aging cultivators and several hundred ragged-clothed mortals.
Seeing Li Si's group return, the cultivators quickly gathered around, anxiously asking: "How did it go?"
"Largely safe; the Demon Race isn't marching this way, although we did encounter so wandering demon scum on the road, which we dispatched with ease." Li Si grinned.
"That's good." The questioning cultivator breathed a sigh of relief.
The questioning cultivator's gaze suddenly fell slightly, then revealed a aningful smile.
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