Before Demon-Suppressing City, the vast green plains had long since transformed into a bloody battlefield.
War erupted, flames soared to the sky. Shouts, battle cries, roars, and the clashing of weapons echoed incessantly, mingling together in utter chaos.
Countless troops of the Xia Feng Kingdom and endless demonic beasts from the Demonic Beast Mountain Range clashed here in a brutal melee. From the very start, it was a life-and-death struggle. Flesh and blood flew, and every moment, humans or demonic beasts fell, perishing completely.
On the ground, corpses littered the plains—skin torn, flesh rent, bones exposed, entrails spilling. Blood had thoroughly dyed the plains red, the stench of gore thick and heavy.
There were demonic beasts and humans, intertwined together, a scene of utmost bloodshed that would shock and horrify anyone who witnessed it.
This was a glimpse of the most terrifying demonic beast uprising in history. And this was only the first day. Already, tens of thousands of lives had been forever left on this ground, their flesh, blood, and bones a gruesome spectacle.
The three hundred thousand heavily armored troops had suffered countless casualties. From the start of the uprising until now, merely a day, the losses were immense. At least half had permanently left this world.
Similarly, the Demonic Beast Mountain Range, the source of the uprising, had paid an extremely heavy price. Whether from the traps laid or the frontal assaults, who knew how many had died, likely no fewer than the humans.
But what instilled fear was that the demonic beasts seemed inexhaustible. From the Demonic Beast Mountain Range, vast numbers of ferocious beasts continuously surged forth, thousands upon thousands charging towards Demon-Suppressing City, clashing head-on with the endless army. Pitiful howls marked the deaths of demonic beasts.
The battlefield was filled with carnage. Even many veteran generals who had campaigned across battlefields had never witnessed such a brutal scene.
From morning until deep night, a full day, the fighting had never ceased, resulting in the scene before them.
This plain had completely become a plain of death. The smell of blood rose to the heavens, blood stained the earth, bones could be piled into hills—an unprecedented level of carnage.
Moreover, by this time, many soldiers were utterly exhausted. They were not made of iron. After fighting for a day, even the most battle-hardened warriors had arms swollen and numb, barely able to swing their weapons.
Many demonic beasts, too, had collapsed from exhaustion.
"Kill!"
On the battlefield, some soldiers' armor was shattered, their sharp broadswords chopped into curled, bladeless edges. Covered in wounds, they still fought fiercely on the front lines.
A veteran general of commander rank was fighting, eyes bloodshot, roaring as he cleaved a long-horned tiger before him in two with his blade, blood spraying. But he himself was sent flying by the tiger's final swipe of its paw, his armor completely shattered. He tumbled backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Hiss—
At that moment, a pitch-black giant serpent swiftly charged forward, opening its maw to devour the old general.
The old general struggled to swing his broadsword, his last vestiges of Xiantian True Yuan erupting, sending the black serpent flying. But it was unharmed. Clearly, this was a Xiantian demonic beast with tough scales; it wasn't killed.
The next moment, the old general's protective Xiantian True Yuan vanished. Exhausted and panting heavily, he faced the charging Xiantian giant serpent once more. His blood-stained, aged face wore a bitter smile as he sighed despondently.
He closed his eyes, revealing a look of relief. Finally, he too would follow those brothers who had died on the battlefield.
Whoosh—
Just then, the sound of something cutting through the air rang out. A white streak of light flashed—it was a white spear, like a sharp white lightning bolt traversing the void. It instantly pierced the head of the unprepared black serpent, pinning it to the ground.
With a loud bang, flesh and blood flew. The spear gleamed with golden light, and the black serpent was directly killed by the headshot.
The old general stared in astonishment at the scene. A single spear had pinned and killed a Xiantian-level black serpent. What supreme expert had arrived?
Then, a black-clad figure appeared. With a single hand, he summoned the spear back through the air, grasping it. When the old general saw his face, he was utterly shocked. It was actually a youth, seemingly only sixteen or seventeen years old. Yet he had shot and killed a Xiantian demonic snake. When had such a peerless prodigy appeared in the Xia Feng Kingdom?
This youth was none other than Ye Chen. He walked to the headless serpent's body. A golden core, stained with blood, rolled on the ground, about the size of a baby's fist. One could clearly sense the terrifying energy contained within.
"Too small, not much effect," Ye Chen muttered, looking at the demonic core. Then, as if tossing garbage, he threw it to the old general. "Keep this Xiantian demonic core. Use it to recover quickly."
The old general was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly accepted it with gratitude, bowing deeply in thanks. He greedily refined a portion of the Xiantian energy on the spot to replenish his stamina. However, he did not leave the battlefield. After recovering slightly, he charged out again, continuing to kill demonic beasts.
Too many of his brothers-in-arms had died or been injured here. He was unwilling to leave, vowing to kill all the demonic beasts, even if it cost him his life.
Seeing this, Ye Chen sighed softly but said nothing. He turned and left, heading further into the forefront of the battlefield.
Awoo—
At that moment, a pack of several dozen to a hundred demon wolves charged forward, pouncing on the youth Ye Chen.
Roar—
A giant golden lion head materialized behind Ye Chen, letting out a mighty roar. An invisible sonic force spread out, reaching far and wide. The demon wolves directly died, blood flowing from their seven orifices.
Mass slaughter!
As long as it wasn't a group assault by Xiantian demonic beasts, Ye Chen had no fear of being swarmed. Holding his spear, even with countless demonic beasts ahead, he was like an invincible war god, plowing straight through.
With each thrust of his spear, Xiantian demonic beasts had their heads blown apart, dying instantly, utterly unable to hinder his advance. Some Xiantian beasts even pounced directly, but with the demon-bone spear in hand, unless it was a truly fearsome Xiantian beast—Xiantian high-tier or above—Ye Chen simply plowed through, crushing and sweeping away demonic beasts.
In another direction, another striking young figure was also present. Wielding a divine spear, his body radiated divine light, like a deity constantly striking. Wherever his divine spear pointed, all demonic beasts were annihilated, leaving a trail of carcasses that testified to his power.
Even when several Xiantian demonic beasts pounced, none could withstand a single blow from him. Where his divine spear pointed, streaks of light flashed, sharp and fierce, easily killing three beasts, their blood staining the ground for five feet.
That was the Crown Prince. He was also immensely powerful, not much weaker than Ye Chen, easily slaying demonic beast after demonic beast.
In other areas, elite students from the Heaven-tier Academy like the Thirteenth Prince, Vivian, the red-clad woman, and Li Hu had also joined the fray, not falling behind, bravely killing the enemy.
On this battlefield, as long as they didn't encounter overly terrifying demonic beasts, these Xiantian powerhouses weren't in excessive danger.
"Ye Chen, care to make a bet on who kills more Xiantian demonic beasts?" The Crown Prince had, at some point, arrived beside Ye Chen.
As fellow possessors of divine qualification, the Crown Prince held Ye Chen in high regard and wanted to see who would kill more Xiantian demonic beasts, using it as a measure of comparison.
Others who heard this clicked their tongues in amazement. True powerhouses—they only cared about killing Xiantian demonic beasts, disdaining the rest.
"The wager!"
Ye Chen was concise. He didn't care in the slightest who killed more Xiantian demonic beasts, as his ambitions lay elsewhere. But if there was a wager, he might muster some interest.
Hearing this, the Crown Prince was slightly taken aback, then said, "If you win, all the Xiantian demonic cores I kill are yours. If you lose, the reverse. How about it?"
"Deal!"
Ye Chen agreed. Although he wasn't particularly interested in such a contest, with a wager on the line, he might as well participate.
Besides, he also wanted to venture into the Demonic Beast Mountain Range...