Chapter 804: Clearing the Battlefield

"Sister, surrender. We cultivate the Dao for immortality—if we die here today, we'll have nothing left."

Luo Bing, a Mahayana cultivator, spoke calmly.

"Is this your reason to betray the sect? The Immortals are watching this war—aren't you afraid of dragging your kin into ruin?"

At that moment, a mature woman clad in soft armor, gripping a precious sword, glared fiercely.

Her name was Feixue, a mid-Mahayana powerhouse and fellow disciple of Luo Bing.

"Precisely because I don't want to see you slaughtered on this battlefield, I came here to plead for your surrender. Otherwise, when Zhang Shengong draws his bow, it'll be too late. You've seen Li Yi's strength—five Mahayana peak cultivators fell together. What can we do?" Luo Bing said: "Sister, surrender quickly. Li Yi gave me little time—I don't want to see your soul lost far from home, your blood spilled on a foreign world."

Feixue gripped her sword tightly, gritted her teeth, and glanced around.

Leaving aside Luo Bing, there was also the traitor Xuanzhen Shiren, two powerful evolved beings, and Li Yi, looming over the sky—utterly despairing.

With this force surrounding her, death would come in an instant.

Too bad she couldn't teleport—otherwise, she might still have had a chance to maneuver.

Seeing the dried blood on Luo Bing's body, Feixue's hatred gradually faded; she knew Luo Bing hadn't surrendered without resistance—she'd simply failed, and so had no choice.

As she herself had thought: as long as you live, there's still hope; if you die, you have nothing.

After over two hundred years of cultivation, she'd finally reached Mahayana—on the verge of becoming an Immortal, sharing eternity with heaven and earth. To throw away her life now was truly not worth it.

"I surrender."

After struggling for a moment, Feixue's spirit collapsed. She sheathed her sword and hung her head in resignation.

"Then take the Self-Sacrifice Spell," Li Yi said calmly, flicking his finger to send a surge of magic power carrying the spell toward her.

Feixue accepted the magic power. Though reluctant, she learned the Self-Sacrifice Spell and activated it.

Li Yi received the spell mark, then immediately said: "Come with me. Surrendering alone isn't enough—you must help me find other cultivators."

"Understood."

Feixue didn't refuse. Now that she'd surrendered, she expected this.

Betrayal must be total. Hesitation or indecision would only bring total ruin.

Li Yi moved again—another traitor joined his ranks.

Liu Yunbai and Zheng Duoduo were no longer surprised by this. Before Li Yi's overwhelming power, any cultivator found had only two choices: surrender or die.

It wasn't that they didn't want to flee the battlefield and escape elsewhere.

They simply dared not gamble.

Outside the battlefield, the Demon Kings patrolled. If a cultivator broke the rules and fled, the Demon Kings would gladly kill them on the spot—even though the Immortal Continent and the Demon God Realm were allies.

But didn't both sides hope to weaken each other?

After all, once the Earth's evolved beings vanished, war between the two realms was inevitable—two tigers cannot share one mountain.

With three Mahayana cultivators searching, plus Liu Yunbai and Zheng Duoduo, scattered enemies on the battlefield had almost no chance to hide. Repeated spiritual sense sweeps captured even the faintest trace.

Unless the enemy possessed a treasure that blocked spiritual sense.

"Found one—a great demon," Feixue, a mid-Mahayana cultivator, quickly made her first contribution. Her spiritual sense locked onto sand on the battlefield, detecting the great demon's aura.

"Indeed, a great demon is hiding here. Though its aura is suppressed, I still sensed it," Zheng Duoduo nodded slightly.

"Force it out," Li Yi said.

No sooner had he spoken than the traitor Xuanzhen Shiren eagerly showed off, raising his hand to launch a spell that slammed into the calm sand.

The traitor Xuanzhen Shangren eagerly showed off, raising his hand to launch a spell that slammed into the calm stretch of sand.

With the strike of a Mahayana cultivator, the ground shattered instantly.

But the next moment,

a powerful demonic force erupted skyward, and a great demon roared into view: "Cultivators, you're mad—attacking me!"

But before he finished speaking, Li Yi was already upon him. He raised one fist—Long Hu roared together, shaking heaven and earth.

"Li Yi!" The great demon's eyes shrank sharply; instinctively, he raised his hands to defend. But under the crushing force of Long Hu, he screamed, spewed blood, and fell from the sky, crashing hard onto the earth—wounded grievously by a single blow, unable to fight further.

"This Li Yi… truly absurdly strong. He shattered a great demon with sheer physical force alone," Xuanzhen Shiren trembled in awe.

Luo Bing and Feixue beside him also stiffened with fear—had that power struck them, it wouldn't have been injury, but instant death.

"Surrender. I'll spare your life," Li Yi said coldly.

"Surrender? Pfft! I'm under Silver Fang Demon King!" The great demon roared defiantly, showing no intention to yield.

But before he finished speaking, Li Yi extended a finger and slashed.

Splitting Rivers to Form Land!

Instantly,

sky and earth seemed cleaved as one, and the great demon's body was split cleanly in two, blood spraying everywhere.

"Let's go. Find the next one," Li Yi wasted no time, pressing forward.

Watching the shattered corpse of the great demon, Liu Yunbai immediately collected it into his storage treasure—he saw no point in letting it rot on the battlefield; better to reuse it.

The great demon's death brought slight relief to Xuanzhen Shiren, Luo Bing, and Feixue—they were glad they'd surrendered. Otherwise, their fate would've been the same.

Li Yi continued swiftly clearing the battlefield. He found it nearly impossible to recruit great demons. Though violent and cruel, they remained fiercely loyal to their Demon Kings and refused to surrender. Once found, they either fought to the death or fled and were hunted down.

In contrast, cultivators, when cornered, almost always surrendered—rarely fought to the end.

But Li Yi didn't care. If they surrendered, fine. If not, he killed them on the spot.

Li Yi's actions naturally drew the attention of the Demon Kings and Immortals beyond the battlefield.

The two remaining Demon Kings, seeing their subordinates slaughtered on the battlefield, showed no expression and took no action. After all, defeat meant this—when Earth's evolved beings lost previous wars, they too were methodically purged, powerless to resist. Only those lucky or skilled enough survived until the twelve hours ended and escaped.

"Tian Yue Demon King has entered the battlefield. If he defeats Earth's three champions, Li Yi is dead. That's why he's rushing to end this war and flee. What do you say—should we intervene?" Jin Yu's cold eyes scanned the battlefield.

His own kin, Jin Peng, had been killed by Li Yi's Moonbow—he still wanted revenge.

Silver Fang Demon King shook his head: "Intervening now would make us look ridiculous. Besides, Tian Yue doesn't like help. The war is lost. If you lose, accept it. If you want revenge, wait for the next war—then settle old and new scores together. Isn't that better?"

Silver Fang had his pride—he wouldn't stoop to such dishonorable acts. He'd reclaim his lost face in the next war, not by interfering like a sore loser.

Jin Yu nodded: "If you say so, Silver Fang, I'll keep this debt on record."

He suppressed his killing intent, planning carefully for the next war.

He suppressed his inner killing intent, planning carefully for the next war.

the Immortals of the Immortal Continent watched Li Yi accepting surrenders—faces darkened. Some of those Mahayana cultivators had come from their own sects. Now, openly defecting on the battlefield—this was a slap in the face.

At that moment, they longed to strike down both the traitors and Li Yi.

"Cowardly, spineless wretches—surrendering to Li Yi? They deserve death," snarled the Sword Immortal of the Sword-Swift Sect.

But reason told him not to act—Tian Yue Demon King was already battling Earth's three champions high in the nine heavens. The Immortal Continent had wisely stayed out of it; intervening now would be disastrous.

"The war is lost. Nearly twenty Mahayana disciples are dead. What's a few traitors?" Cang Erzi said beside him. "Focus on planning the next war."

"These disciples surrendered out of desperation. If Li Yi found them, refusal meant certain death—they didn't want to. But this is better: since he's willing to accept surrender, he's raising a tiger to devour himself. He'll suffer for it eventually," another Immortal said calmly.

Though surrendering when outmatched was tradition on the Immortal Continent, finding a chance to betray one's master was also tradition—it all came down to skill.

And cultivators lived for eons—they'd find their chance eventually.

"Next war, thirty participants is too few. At least three hundred. We must crush these evolved beings in one strike—prevent another Li Yi from rising."

The Sword Immortal of the Sword-Swift Sect said coldly: "And we must bring divine artifacts into the battlefield—deny them any chance to turn the tide."

"We should increase participation next time. But details need consultation with all sect masters. If it's too large-scale, we'll need approval from True Immortals," another Immortal nodded, agreeing with the Sword Immortal's logic—but specifics required careful planning.

After all, no single sect could produce so many Mahayana cultivators—True Immortals must order cooperation across sects.

Though the Immortal Continent had deep roots, its factions were too scattered to unite as one.

Although the Xuanxian Continent has deep roots, its factions are too scattered to unite as one.

(End of chapter)