"AHHHH!"
A bloodcurdling scream echoed across the battlefield. Every Extraterrestrial Fiend expert and the summoned alien beings froze in shock.
The one screaming in agony was no ordinary warrior—he was the supreme commander of this stronghold, a being who had already merged with an Emperor Flame and stepped into the Unity Realm.
And yet, in just a few exchanges, he had been utterly overpowered by Long Chen.
As his shrieks of agony filled the air, grotesque spikes tore through his body, twisting his form into something monstrous. The sight alone sent a wave of terror through the enemy ranks.
"Run!"
Their strongest warrior had fallen in an instant. No matter how many of them there were, staying would only lead to annihilation. Fleeing was the only option.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Just as they turned to escape, a vast domain of raging flames and crackling lightning surged forth, sealing the battlefield shut.
"PUFF! PUFF! PUFF!"
Cang Lu wielded his blood-stained war halberd, cutting through flesh like a demon of carnage. Even the powerful experts with 999 strands of Emperor Flames were like helpless prey before him, slaughtered without resistance.
"RUMBLE!"
Desperate extraterrestrial beings launched a frenzied assault on the fiery lightning barrier, but it had become a vast, unyielding net. Though it trembled and twisted under their attacks, it refused to break.
Those who posed the greatest threat to the barrier? They didn’t last long. Cang Lu struck them down the moment they moved.
At first, Fire Spirit and Thunder Spirit struggled to maintain the massive seal. Trapping such a vast army pushed their limits.
But as Cang Lu eliminated enemy after enemy, the pressure lessened. The barrier stabilized.
Meanwhile, on Demon Cloud Mountain, the protective barrier set by Evilmoon gradually dissipated. The enemy forces, now in chaos, desperately tried to escape. None of them had the courage to turn their blades toward the Primordial Demon Clan anymore.
To Evilmoon, these small fries weren’t even worth lifting a finger against.
The Primordial Demon warriors stood atop Demon Cloud Mountain, their eyes wide in disbelief.
The battlefield had been swarming with enemies just moments ago—now, not a single one remained.
All they saw was Cang Lu standing amidst a sea of corpses, his halberd dripping with fresh blood. The battle had lasted no more than a few heartbeats, and yet every last enemy had been slain.
Above, a crimson mist still hung in the air. But before it could taint the land, ghostly tendrils swept through, purifying the battlefield.
Even the blood-soaked ground itself gradually regained its original color.
Moments ago, the deafening war cries had shaken the heavens. Now, silence reigned.
If not for the battlefield scars etched across the earth, they might have believed it was all an illusion.
"ARGHHH!"
The Unity Realm expert from the Demon Clan let out one final, anguished scream before—
BANG!
His skull exploded, and the wretched cries ceased instantly.
WHOOSH!
Long Chen’s figure flickered as he appeared before Yue Xiaoqian.
Instantly, the surrounding Primordial Demon warriors tensed up, their bodies rigid with unease.
Long Chen frowned. These were unfamiliar faces. In their eyes, he saw fear, wariness... and even hidden hostility.
Ignoring them, he turned to Yue Xiaoqian.
"Xiaoqian, I’m sorry. I came too late."
His heart ached as he looked at her pale face and fragile figure.
A gentle, bittersweet smile spread across Yue Xiaoqian’s lips. She lifted a delicate hand to touch his face, her voice soft and trembling.
"I’m sorry... I keep dragging you down. It’s my fault... I’m not strong enough to carry this burden..."
Her voice cracked. She was on the verge of tears.
She had always admired Long Chen. She had always dreamed of leading the Primordial Demon Clan to a grand resurgence, just as Long Chen led the Dragonblood Legion.
But the path to revival was riddled with hardship, drenched in blood and pain.
Every step was a brutal test of survival. With each setback, her once unyielding confidence was worn away, bit by bit.
If Long Chen hadn’t come today, if they had truly been forced to activate the Sacrificial Ancestral Art, then all of them would have perished. She wasn’t even sure she would have had the will to go on.
She had once dreamed fiercely, fought bravely.
Yet reality had proven merciless.
She had no choice but to grit her teeth, feign strength, and endure.
But watching her comrades die, seeing their unwavering yet doomed resolve in their final moments, had left her heart in tatters.
If it weren’t for the warriors still standing around her, she would have already collapsed into Long Chen’s embrace and cried her heart out.
Long Chen held her cold, trembling hands.
"Don’t be afraid," he said, voice firm. "The hardest days are behind us. Now... it’s our turn to declare war on the enemy."
Just then—
"And will you also declare war on yourself?"
A chilling voice cut through the air.
Long Chen turned. The one who spoke was a one-armed woman standing behind Yue Xiaoqian.
Her sharp gaze was locked onto him, burning with an undeniable fury.
"Fei Shuang!"
Yue Xiaoqian’s expression changed. She quickly tried to stop her, but Fei Shuang pressed forward.
This woman was a sealed ancient powerhouse of the Primordial Demon Clan, second in strength only to Yue Xiaoqian herself.
She was always cold and taciturn, never one to speak out of turn. But today, she stood her ground.
"Saintess," she declared. "If not for the Nine Star lineage’s interference, we wouldn’t have been so weakened. Would we have fallen so low?"
The mention of the Nine Star Lineage changed everything.
Instantly, the atmosphere turned hostile.
Countless warriors clenched their fists, their faces filled with resentment and anger.
"He’s a Nine Star Descendant! Who’s to say he didn’t plan this all along?"
Yue Xiaoqian’s face paled. "No! Long Chen has nothing to do with this, I swear it on my life!"
But Long Chen’s eyes had already darkened.
"Xiaoqian, tell me what happened."
His voice was dangerously low.
A familiar name surfaced in his mind—
Ao Gu.
He had a bad feeling.
Yue Xiaoqian hesitated, but Fei Shuang stepped in. "I’ll tell him."
Her voice was as sharp as a blade.
"Your Nine Star lineage came to us, demanding our loyalty. That’s fine. Our ancestors were once under the Nine Stars’ command."
"But they demanded a Blood Oath of Submission. They treated us like mere slaves!"
Long Chen’s killing intent surged.
Fei Shuang continued, "We proposed a fair fight to settle it. In the final battle..."
A young girl suddenly burst out, sobbing. "Their Nine Star warrior fought dirty! Fei Shuang had already shown mercy, yet he still..."
"HE TOOK HER ARM!"
"AND SEALED IT WITH STARFORCE SO IT CAN NEVER HEAL!"
BOOM!
A terrifying aura exploded from Long Chen.
The skies, once bright and clear, suddenly turned dark and ominous.
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