Chapter 794: Entering the Battlefield

The several extraordinarily terrifying auras in the distance were unquestionably the three Demon Kings from the Demon God Realm and several Immortals from the Profound Immortal Continent; their display of power made one thing clear: the war had begun, and it also served as a deterrent.

"The battle has begun. Second, Fifth, Sixth, and Ninth combat squads, enter the battlefield immediately." At this moment, Zhao Yongshan, the commander of Earth's defensive line, appeared near the battlefield.

He gazed into the distance, his eyes deep with thought; though Earth's side was always at absolute disadvantage, he hoped this time might be different.

Upon hearing the order,

the four combat squads—thirty elite evolvers—hesitated not at all and flew toward the battlefield ahead.

Though this small number seemed negligible against the vast battlefield, each was an elite chosen from Earth's evolvers; every death was a tremendous loss.

And in terms of depth of resources, Earth's side was far inferior to the Demon God Realm and the Profound Immortal Continent.

But Zhao Yongshan understood deeply: they had no choice but to grit their teeth and fight.

The thirty elite warriors gradually moved away from the Black Great Wall; around them, howling winds whipped up sandstorms, and though the harsh natural environment affected none of them personally, they all knew they were now entering the battlefield.

"According to past experience, we'll engage the enemy about half an hour after entering the battlefield, but the greatest threat is the cultivators of the Profound Immortal Continent—their Mahayana experts have spiritual senses that span the entire battlefield; our movements are virtually transparent to them."

"So hiding or evading is impossible—we must choose our ground and fight."

He spoke—He Zhi Ming, captain of the Fifth Combat Squad.

But before he finished, everyone's expressions hardened.

Just then, they felt an immensely powerful spiritual sense sweep over them—every one of their numbers, conditions, and positions was instantly exposed; not a single secret remained.

And to this day, evolvers still lacked any means to block spiritual sense.

"I felt it—a Mahayana peak cultivator's spiritual sense just swept over us." Ye Jingtian's face darkened instantly; he reflexively gripped the purple-blue treasure sword at his waist.

"It's normal—this is the advantage of cultivation methods. We haven't spotted them yet, but they've already locked onto us. But no need to worry yet—they won't immediately engage us head-on. Their thirty Mahayana cultivators must first liaise with the Demon God Realm's great demons, formulate a battle plan, then coordinate to encircle us."

Jiang Yue spoke calmly; he was used to this.

"Cultivators fear death—they won't fight unless they're certain of victory. They prefer to rely on the great demons' strength to crush us without injury. That's how previous battles went. They also dislike chasing hard, fearing retaliation. So the great demons are the greater threat—they're warlike, bloodthirsty, and above all, their combat power is sufficient."

Liu Yunbai, captain of the Sixth Combat Squad, spoke up: "The great demons' combat power is only surface-deep. Those Mahayana cultivators aren't weak either—they've simply never been cornered. If pushed to the brink, and forced to reveal their final cards, they might prove even more ferocious than the great demons."

As they spoke, they swiftly prepared themselves.

Li Yi remained silent, clad in triple-layered heavy armor, gripping the Crimson Gold Shattered Star Spear, with a Crimson Gold Treasure Sword at his waist—he was armed to the teeth. The divine power of his twelve Dragons and twelve Tigers had already been activated.

The moment he moved, it would shake heaven and earth.

During their conversation,

they had already flown deep into the battlefield, constantly locked onto by Mahayana cultivators' spiritual senses—always exposed.

"Here's where we prepare to meet the enemy. Fighting here minimizes collateral damage to the outside world, and we no longer have time to choose another position. More and more spiritual senses are locking onto us—by now, the great demons are probably already impatient."

"Everyone, scatter and take your assigned positions. Li Yi, stay put—you don't move. This battle will revolve around you. Ye Jingtian, come with me." Jiang Yue said.

The other squads began preparing as well.

Soon,

the thirty men rapidly scattered, landing across various spots in the area.

Each kept a distance from the others—to prevent one strike from hitting multiple targets. They'd suffered before: too close together, they'd lost heavily when dozens of Mahayana cultivators struck in unison.

Having suffered, they learned to be smarter.

Li Yi stood alone atop a cloud in midair, no one near him, utterly silent; in his perception, the nearest ally was kilometers away.

Only endless yellow sand surrounded him.

"Li Yi, you only act when I give the signal—under no circumstances must you strike before then. Right now, you only need to conceal yourself. Don't worry about going undetected—just make sure you're not an obvious target."

At this moment, Liu Yunbai of the Sixth Combat Squad sent a spiritual sense message to Li Yi.

"Understood."

Li Yi replied, then his form blurred, dissolving into mist and vanishing—his aura faint and elusive; unless a master carefully probed, this unremarkable cloud would be easily overlooked.

The Cloud-Riding Mist-Stepping Technique was not merely for flight—it could also conceal one's whereabouts.

After speaking, Liu Yunbai fell silent. All waited for the enemy's arrival.

Again and again, Mahayana spiritual senses swept over them, confirming their positions and tracking their latest movements—but these Mahayana cultivators overlooked one thing.

That Li Yi, under the protection of the Supreme Treasure Crimson Lotus, could block spiritual sense perception.

Even he himself did not know this.

So in the spiritual senses of the Mahayana cultivators, Earth's evolvers numbered not thirty, but twenty-nine.

Yet the Profound Immortal Continent's cultivators found this missing one unremarkable; though thirty elites were required to fight, fewer were permitted if the number couldn't be met.

"These evolvers from Earth are still the same—unchanged. They just stand in formation, waiting helplessly, even failing to set up a single defensive array. What's the difference between this and walking to their deaths? So foolish."

At this moment,

thirty Mahayana cultivators arrived from afar, their aura vast and continuous, drawing upon heaven and earth to form an immensely powerful array.

This array's defense was astonishing—once activated, even a combined assault by great demons could not breach it.

Though the Profound Immortal Continent and the Demon God Realm had briefly allied against Earth,

as traditional cultivators, how could they trust a group of demons? They might turn on them at any moment—even if they didn't, the cultivators still sought an opportunity to exterminate the Demon God Realm.

"The evolvers don't refuse to form arrays—they can't. They cultivate multiple methods, their inner energies incompatible. If they attempt a great array, the energies clash and the array shatters instantly. Unlike us cultivators, whose spiritual power shares the same origin, allowing us to form arrays together."

A Mahayana cultivator skilled in arrays spoke calmly.

"To form an array, one person would have to control it—but on the battlefield, a single-person array's defense is limited. How could it stand against dozens of us Mahayana cultivators united?"

"Quickly crush these evolvers and end this battle. I still aim to break through to Human Immortal—I don't want to waste time here." A Mahayana peak cultivator said coldly. His name was Tian Guang Shiren, one of the three leaders.

But beside him, the Xuan Yang Elder's face darkened: "Tian Guang Shiren, don't be careless. Last time, I ambushed two evolvers and suffered heavy losses—Master Jian Feng died because of it."

"Master Jian Feng of the Sword Controlling Sect died? Xuan Yang Elder, are you joking? He was a sword cultivator!" Tian Guang Shiren was instantly startled.

Why reveal such vital information now?

Other Mahayana elites turned to Xuan Yang Elder, hoping for more details.

If Earth's side truly had such a top-tier expert, they must tread carefully.

Xuan Yang Elder spoke calmly: "Do you think I'd lie? That man is Li Yi—the one previously wanted by every major sect of the Profound Immortal Continent. He's grown powerful now—he's slain a Mahayana sword cultivator. If you encounter him, comrades, unite and kill him swiftly. Never fight him alone."

"That wanted Li Yi? I vaguely recall him—years ago, a minor incident." Tian Guang Shiren frowned.

When they once sent scouts to Earth, this Li Yi had caused great trouble—many sects lost disciples.

But to Mahayana-level masters like them, such matters were trivial. A wanted minor figure wouldn't draw their attention.

Only now, with the Profound Immortal Continent's full-scale invasion of Earth—seeking to use it as a springboard to conquer other worlds—had these top-tier experts begun to notice stronger opponents.

"An evolver who's trained only a few years, now able to kill a Mahayana sword cultivator? Are you certain this isn't a joke?" A Mahayana peak female cultivator frowned.

Her name was Ling Shuang True Person, also one of the leaders.

Xuan Yang Elder said: "If you don't believe me, you'll find out when you meet him on the battlefield. I have no desire to explain further."

If he weren't on the battlefield himself, he wouldn't have bothered revealing this intelligence.

Either way, if he met Li Yi again, he'd flee immediately—no fighting.

Better to be a coward than dead.

"Enough. Let's drop this. The Demon God Realm's great demons are arriving soon. Stay alert, comrades." Tian Guang Shiren said at once.

All turned their gaze to another direction.

A cloud of demonic energy drifted near—thirty astonishing demonic auras surged skyward, even terrifying the Mahayana cultivators.

In combat power,

great demons surpassed Mahayana cultivators—especially peak great demons, who could overwhelm several Mahayana masters in battle.

Precisely because of this fear, they remained constantly vigilant.

(End of Chapter)