Chapter 931

“It’s Xuan Yuezi and Xiang Xiangzi arrived, but where’s Miao Huizi? Left behind in the Wildlands?” Yun Feizi gazed at the blue phoenix soaring toward them, its two figures resembling goddesses of war, feeling both joy and a touch of envy.

Tai Yi values them too much—every advantage is guaranteed to them. After just a year apart, their cultivation has advanced further, and they’ve even acquired a Cheng Dao artifact.

But Yun Feizi couldn’t truly envy them.

After all, Xuan Yuezi and Xiang Xiangzi had followed Tai Yi through wind and rain, helping him resolve countless troubles and crises—this reward is only fitting.

As the two immortal maidens arrived aboard the blue phoenix.

Soon, the cargo hatch of the Divine Wood Immortal Warship opened, and one after another, Daoists flew out—numbering a staggering one hundred and fifty, each a Three Flowers Realm cultivator.

This group of Daoists also spotted the members of the Dao Court.

Their eyes met, and some even recognized each other, yet they weren’t surprised—they all came from the same world, and now that they’d crossed realms, they were here solely to serve Tai Yi.

But when the hatch of another Immortal Warship opened, many powerful figures within the Golden Academy were stunned.

Dozens of warriors, each several meters tall and radiating primal ferocity, leapt from the warship; every gesture exuded unmatched power, their bodies capable of shattering space with sheer physical might alone, brimming with extraordinary divine strength.

“They’re all mountain lord-level warriors from the Wildlands.”

It was Zhao Fang who spoke—he had spent time in the Wildlands and was no stranger to its warriors.

Each mountain lord-level warrior was immensely powerful, with astonishing physiques; what was most astonishing was that none of them had ever cultivated—they grew strong purely through natural development.

Like wild tigers in nature, born powerful, such beings were explosive in any world.

Once these mountain lord-level warriors began cultivation, they would become fiercer than anyone else.

“Is it reckless to bring these Wildland warriors as allies?”

Zhao Fang thought to himself—he knew well the nature of these Wildland warriors: each was arrogant and unruly, obeying only those they recognized as strong.

Yet soon he understood why these mountain lord-level Wildland warriors had been brought to Earth as allies.

At this moment.

A figure flew out from another Immortal Warship; merely the leakage of his aura caused heaven and earth to shift, followed by countless bolts of lightning and thunder intertwining into a terrifying phenomenon.

Beneath this phenomenon, Li Yi’s figure appeared—he stood upon auspicious clouds, silent, yet radiating ancient divine power at all times.

Under this power, the fierce warriors from the tribes near the Crimson Gold Mountains knelt in profound reverence, as if worshipping a deity.

Such a scene was shocking, yet upon reflection, it seemed entirely natural.

Li Yi revealed himself now precisely to prevent these Wildland warriors from causing trouble—he needed to suppress them with the authority of a god.

But the power from the Wildlands wasn’t limited to this.

Soon.

A roar, like the cry of a dragon, echoed across the sky; all turned to see a six-hundred-zhang-long chi dragon writhing through the storm of lightning, its eighty mountain lord-level power overwhelming, leaving countless experts trembling.

“A mythic beast—the chi dragon? Such terrifying power—is this also an ally?” The Golden Academy’s experts narrowed their eyes.

The seven Wu Sheng from the Martial Saint Continent also grew grim.

Though their realms differed, the power displayed by the chi dragon as it surged and roared was extraordinarily terrifying—beyond ordinary mortals’ capacity to oppose.

Yet as the chi dragon thrashed and roared, upon nearing Li Yi, it grew utterly docile, showing no sign of disrespect—clearly indicating it had been tamed, not an enemy.

And it wasn’t just this chi dragon that was an ally.

Immediately after, distant skies echoed with the roars of strange beasts.

There, a qiongqi sprinted across the heavens, riding lightning; atop it sat a man—Jiang Mingtian, who had previously left the Golden Academy for the Wildlands.

“Li Yi, I’m back!” Jiang Mingtian shouted.

Beside Jiang Mingtian, four mountain lord-level strange beasts accompanied him: a two-winged ming snake, its poison so lethal even Wildland divine-blood warriors died upon being bitten.

A purple great roc, once the ming snake’s rival, competing for territory, but now tamed by Jiang Mingtian—both were powerful, each at the twenty mountain lord level.

The other two strange beasts were a tiger-shark and a hou beast.

Though their appearances were bizarre, the tiger-shark and hou beast were both ten mountain lord-level beings, their strength formidable.

Unfortunately, time was short; Jiang Mingtian had already reached his limit by taming four strange beasts in just a few days—if given more time to search slowly in the Wildlands, he could have acquired even more.

“He’s tamed five powerful strange beasts—truly enviable.”

The Daoists, witnessing this, their eyes gleamed, thinking: after this war ends, should I too go to the Wildlands to capture and tame strange beasts?

“Good. Jiang Mingtian, your choice is right. Advancing through personal cultivation is too slow—you understand beast taming; you should leverage the Wildlands’ resources to tame beasts for your own use,” Li Yi nodded slightly.

“This is thanks entirely to your help, Li Yi. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have succeeded so easily. But beast taming has its limits—if my own cultivation is too weak, if my soul power isn’t strong enough, I can’t subdue these beasts, and I risk backlash.”

Jiang Ming said: “So I can’t neglect my own cultivation. When I learned all the top experts from Crimson Gold Mountain had come to Earth, I knew war was imminent—I rushed here immediately, glad I wasn’t late.”

He feared missing this great battle.

Last time, during Earth’s defense, his strength was too weak to participate; this time, he wanted to earn merit for Earth and avenge his loved ones and friends.

“There’s still time, don’t rush. But actual combat will likely happen within these few days—I need to discuss matters with Earth’s high command,” Li Yi said. “After all, this is a cross-realm campaign—of great consequence.”

In truth, he hadn’t expected so many experts to gather at the Golden Academy today—he’d only anticipated the forces he’d summoned; Earth’s high command had given him a pleasant surprise.

Five fortune-blessed experts, twenty planet-destroying warships, seven Wu Sheng, hundreds of top-tier experts, and countless warships and logistical support.

With this combined force, Li Yi did not believe the Demon God Realm could withstand it.

The only variable now: does the Demon God Realm possess a Demon God? What is his strength? How many are there? Can they be defeated? After all, it is these supreme beings at the pinnacle of a realm who ultimately determine its survival.