Chapter 3072

"Alright, many thanks." He Lingchuan asked, "Any other intelligence?"

"That's all." Nailuo Tian chuckled, "Hope you lot can hold out a bit longer."

The Lingxu gods descending to the mortal realm was a good thing for Nailuo Tian and the other Heavenly Demons who couldn't descend. After the Lingxu Holy Venerable left, the originally restless Heavenly Realm instantly settled into peace.

And Nailuo Tian sincerely hoped the Lingxu gods would suffer a crushing defeat in the mortal realm. For this, He didn't mind providing He Lingchuan with a bit more intelligence.

The smoke and mist dispersed. He Lingchuan released the barrier and also fell into deep thought.

Actually, Nailuo Tian's words also matched He Lingchuan's prediction, counting as a corroboration.

The Lingxu Holy Venerable would definitely descend to the mortal realm, but nine times out of ten not tonight. Would the other Great Heavenly Demons descend tonight? Also hard to say, because He Lingchuan knew very well that the Lingxu Holy Venerable's supreme treasure "Spring Wind Transforming Rain" wasn't ready yet.

Reasoning backward from this, only two Great Heavenly Demons of the Lingxu faction remained in the mortal realm.

But He Lingchuan hadn't seen Them in the Beijia War yet, even though the two great vassal demon nations had already been destroyed and the Shanyu Nation was in dire straits.

Where would the Lingxu Holy Venerable dispatch Them?

For this kind of top-tier power, the Lingxu Holy Venerable was being exceptionally cautious in deploying it now; tracing it to the root, it was because They had suffered too heavy losses before!

Battle of the Trapped Dragon Cave: the Lingxu faction lost three True Gods, plus the True Immortal Sea Emperor Xuandu;

Battle of the Lingxu City Dome Palace: the Lingxu faction lost two True Gods, Helu Tian was injured;

Battle of the Chixiao Golden Hall: the Lingxu faction lost another two Heavenly Demons, Yingzi Tian!

Great Heavenly Demons aren't fruit on a tree, ready for the picking. This kind of terrifying power — the Lingxu faction previously expended enormous effort just to send one down to the mortal realm, yet in less than four months recently seven had fallen!

If these Great Heavenly Demons were active on the current Beijia battlefield, who knows what losses they'd inflict on the War Alliance; the War Alliance wouldn't even dream of a swift conquest of the three great vassal demon nations.

The Beijia Demon Emperor's final battle before death still blesses the mortal realm to this day.

The Soul-Capturing Mirror in his arms couldn't help asking He Lingchuan: "Di Jun, will those two Heavenly Demons appear at Ansha Fortress today?"

"I'd actually hope They appear here today."

The Blood Demon understood the implication of his words: "Meaning, They might not come here?"

"Why?" The Soul-Capturing Mirror was puzzled, "Ansha Fortress is about to fall; don't the Heavenly Demons want to save Shanyu Nation?"

"They do. But the War Alliance's strongest forces are all here; even if the two Heavenly Demons are thrown onto the Ansha Fortress battlefield, it might not reverse the situation." He Lingchuan stood up, "Better to let the two Heavenly Demons switch to another venue, where They can better exert Their power."

"Other venue? Where?"

The Blood Demon cursed it: "Idiot, isn't it that nobody knows?"

He Lingchuan ignored their bickering, was just about to walk out of the tent when the Soul-Capturing Mirror suddenly called out: "Red General incoming message!"

So He Lingchuan withdrew the left foot he had extended, turned and sat back down.

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Yong Mountain, Heavenly Palace army encampment.

Night fell fast in the mountains, yet it wasn't cool; towering trees blocked the encampment airtight, a breath of air was both stifling and damp.

The Heavenly Palace grand army was already fully equipped and ready, preparing to welcome the first large-scale divine descent in three thousand years!

The gods in the heavens were finally returning to the mortal realm.

For this day, they had waited far too long.

The two Lamp-Bearers summoned sacred Lamp Spirits; the entire army bathed in holy golden light, prostrating before the statue of the Lingxu Holy Venerable straight ahead, performing the final pre-war prayer.

They were about to march on the Xuan Yi Nation; Holy Venerable, bless us!

The final prayer not yet finished, sudden booming thuds came from the rear, the ground shaking uncontrollably.

Everyone was shocked; looking back, flames shot into the sky!

The cave housing the Chi Beasts and the Divine Descent Bodies suddenly exploded.

"Enemy attack!"

"Save the Divine Bodies, quick!"

Before they could even grab the weapons at hand, arrow rain from the surrounding dense forest struck suddenly, three waves in a row.

On every arrowhead, red light flickered.

Yuan Force!

The barrier above the encampment only flickered a few times, then popped like a soap bubble.

Then came hundreds of divine abilities of varying lights, smashing over like they cost nothing.

One breath the Yong Mountain encampment was quiet and still; the next it suffered a storm-like assault.

The Heavenly Palace army desperately tried to approach the cave, save the Divine Bodies, release the Chi Beasts, but the enemy army surged from the dense forest like a tide, precisely cutting them off completely from the cave!

The next batch of enemies surged out, again isolating the Heavenly Palace army from the heavy ordnance, artillery, and supplies in the camp.

Clearly they not only had precise timing and flashy positioning, but knew the terrain and supply distribution of the Heavenly Palace army encampment like the back of their hand.

The army killing out of the dense forest wore black armor, the light shimmering on them red verging on purple.

Such dense Yuan Force!

"Xuan Yi?"

"No no, Yuan Force this dense... it's Cang Yan!"

And following close behind the black-armored army charging out were the Xuan Yi Nation's troops, numbers even more vast, but Yuan Force far inferior.

Although the Xuan Yi Nation had also governed effectively and developed rapidly over nearly twenty years, and received the Dragon God's blessing, in terms of Yuan Force density they still fell far short of Cang Yan.

Moreover the black armor on the ambushers differed from Xuan Yi Nation's equipment.

With this before-and-after comparison, wasn't the answer self-evident?

But even having discovered the enemy's true identity, so what? The Heavenly Palace army's combat strength was not bad, faith firm, equipment excellent — they merely lacked Yuan Force!

Previously the Temple Soldiers and Guards under the Heavenly Palace, though not an independent establishment, still counted as part of the Beijia military and enjoyed the Demon Emperor's specially allocated Yuan Force, holding their own against any army; but now the Beijia royal house had met with upheaval, "Beijia" nominally not yet extinct, still a great nation, in reality split five ways, vassal demon nations each fighting for themselves, "Beijia's Yuan Force" already nearly exhausted.

Besides, this Heavenly Palace army was secretly built and trained outside the borders, having zero connection to the Beijia homeland, so naturally didn't enjoy the Yuan Force allocated by the Demon Emperor in life. Therefore —

Facing the enemy's terrifying Yuan Force, they could only rely on flesh and equipment to endure.

Even if two armies were originally evenly matched in combat ability, the difference between having and lacking elemental power is like that between being fully armed to the teeth and fighting bare-handed—the latter can only grow more stifled and painful the longer they fight.

But don't forget, after the Great Vase was incorporated into the Dao of Heaven, the laws of elemental power were greatly altered, making them even less friendly to the demons and their armies.

The Lamp Keeper could no longer restrain himself, kneeling before the statue of the Holy Lord of the Spiritual Void, murmuring words in his mouth to reach the heavens.

He must report the changes that have occurred here as quickly as possible.

Immediately, several spears shot toward him; the guards nearby strained to block them, only to hear a "swish" as the Lamp Keeper's voice cut off, an arrowhead now protruding from his chest.

His prayer had not yet been finished when he died on the spot.

Looking into the distance, the bowstring of Pu Hua still trembled incessantly.