Chapter 951: First Victory

“Did the Golden Crow Divine Beast flee?”

Li Yi was also startled by this sudden turn, but he quickly understood—the Golden Crow Divine Beast had never believed in winning this great battle, which was why it had begged for peace earlier.

Now that the Qilin Divine Beast’s body had been shattered and the Fire Phoenix’s soul extinguished by him, if the Golden Crow Divine Beast still stayed, it would face a coordinated strike from two top-tier experts.

She had absolutely no confidence in defeating two opponents alone; better to flee while still in good condition than risk being trapped and killed.

But the Golden Crow Divine Beast did not know that Li Yi’s current combat power could only last five minutes—once time ran out, he would immediately collapse back into weakness, powerless to contend with a Divine Beast.

But regardless, the enemy had fled in panic—this great battle was ultimately a victory for their side.

Without any Divine Beast-level combatants, as long as Li Yi and the Eastern Pole Celestial Lord remained, this became a one-sided massacre, just as the Divine Beast Realm had once invaded Earth.

Li Yi took a deep breath and actively dispersed the fate-force within his body; the moment it left his body, it was instantly drawn by an unseen host, converging toward the five military elites—Wang Chengjun, Li Weiguo, and others.

Due to returning part of the fate-force, their conditions improved slightly, no longer as dire as before, but they had still suffered severe injuries and could not participate in the coming battles.

“The Golden Crow Divine Beast has already fled—we’ve lost this battle. The Divine Beast Realm is beyond saving. All you Great Kings, flee while you can—save whoever you can.” A Great Demon screamed in despair, then without hesitation, charged out of the battlefield.

Seeing this, the other Great Kings also scattered, unwilling to fight further—after all, the enemy had a Divine Beast-level warrior; the outcome of this battle was no longer in doubt.

The Great Kings stared at the direction where the Golden Crow had escaped, furious and enraged, yet soon a deep helplessness welled up within them.

The Divine Beast had fled and would not return—what was the point of their continued resistance?

“Let’s go. If we don’t leave now, we’ll never get out.”

“Where to? The Divine Beast Realm can’t be stayed in—where can we run to?”

At this moment, the Silver Fang Great King stepped forward among the Great Kings and pointed them toward a clear path: “To the Xuan Immortal Continent. I once encountered cultivators and secretly built a teleportation array that can transport us there.”

“With our strength as Great Kings, even on the Xuan Immortal Continent we’ll be regional overlords—no need to worry about survival. Moreover, the Xuan Immortal Continent is also an enemy of Earth; perhaps we can one day use their hands to seek revenge.”

Hearing these words, the demoralized Great Kings’ eyes lit up instantly.

Immediately, the demons gathered, and a teleportation array appeared on the battlefield—in the blink of an eye, over a dozen Great Kings were teleported away; the remaining Great Kings, seeing this, rushed to use the array to escape.

But the Eastern Pole Celestial Lord reacted instantly, pointing a finger through the air—space cracked, and the distant teleportation array exploded into ruin, completely destroyed.

“They took advantage of my inattention and slipped away some remnants,” the Eastern Pole Celestial Lord frowned slightly; even as a Dao-attained being, he could not monitor every detail of the battlefield.

“Immediately slay the remaining Great Kings—end this battle swiftly,” Li Yi returned, stepping on auspicious clouds, wielding his great axe; though his aura was diminished, his combat power still sufficed to kill a Great King.

“Li Yi is right,” the Eastern Pole Celestial Lord immediately moved, striking directly toward the Great Kings.

Li Yi, Xiang Xiangzi, Xuan Yuezi, and numerous Dao-attained beings and Martial Saints all launched counterattacks, their targets unified: focus solely on killing the Great Kings, for they posed the greatest threat; the fleeing Great Demons could be hunted down later.

Though the tide had turned, the battle remained brutal.

The Great Kings knew escape was impossible and fought desperately, trying to take down several enemies before dying; this madness had some effect—Li Yi saw one Martial Saint, caught off-guard, struck down in unison by two Great Kings and killed instantly; though the Eastern Pole Celestial Lord later exterminated those two Great Kings, the loss was still immense.

The battlefield was too vast, and the number of Great Kings and Great Demons too great—the Eastern Pole Celestial Lord could not possibly cover everyone.

He was already killing Great Kings at his fastest pace.

This slaughter did not last long—only two hours passed before all the Great Kings were slain, the Great Demons scattered, and only scattered survivors remained hidden across the massive battlefield, too numerous to locate immediately.

As the battle sounds gradually faded, every person was bathed in demonic blood, wounded and battered—they had all survived the most brutal battle.

Many evolvers and cultivators had also fallen on the battlefield; the Great Kings and Great Demons were no weaklings—if the Divine Beast-level warriors had not been defeated, Earth’s side would have lost this battle for certain.

“It should be over by now—I haven’t seen any trace of Great Demons, and all the Great Kings were confirmed slain half an hour ago.”

In a corner of the battlefield, Ye Jingtian was drenched in blood, his hands gripping the Purple-Blue Twin Swords trembling slightly; he had once endured a swarm of demons surrounding him, countless Great Demons charging in, and he had felt utter despair.

Fortunately, in that desperate situation, Ye Jingtian relied on his Crimson Gold Battle Armor, the Purple-Blue Twin Swords, and his accumulated foundation to fight his way out.

Looking at the dented, scarred surface of his Crimson Gold Battle Armor, he couldn’t help but exhale in relief.

Thank goodness the armor Li Yi gave him was of sufficient quality—otherwise, he would have died right there.

He glanced toward the other side.

Wu Laodao, with two Dao-flowers hovering above his head, now sat unsteadily atop a shattered mountain, inhaling and exhaling celestial spiritual energy to recover.

Yet no matter how much he breathed, the Dao-flower above his head representing magic power rapidly withered and faded until it vanished entirely—his realm had been forcibly stripped by one level.

Without burning his magic-power flower, Wu Laodao would not have survived—he would have been worn down and killed by the Great Demons; but after consuming one magic-power flower, and with the Crimson Gold Battle Armor and Crimson Gold Divine Sword, he had held on.

“Wu Yong, how are you? Are you alright?” Ye Jingtian asked.

“Not bad—I won’t die, but my realm is gone. Still, it’s a minor matter—I can re-cultivate it with time; I’ve done this before.” Wu Laodao replied.

Wu Yong was his alias on Earth.

“Good. I’ll check other areas—be careful yourself.” After a brief rest, Ye Jingtian regained some strength and flew off toward other locations, determined to inspect the surroundings and avoid ambushes by lurking Great Demons.

“Go on. I need more rest,” Wu Laodao waved him off—he was truly exhausted, recalling the scene where he had been surrounded by demons, certain he would die.

Yet fate had changed—the moment the demons saw the Divine Beast flee, they lost their morale and fell into chaos.

Had the battle lasted just a little longer, even with his Crimson Gold Dao-artifact, he would have perished.

The Divine Beast Realm’s reserves were still formidable—the number of Great Demons was absurdly high.

Elsewhere on the battlefield, the situation was much the same: evolvers and cultivators had fought relentlessly, exhausted and drained; now that the battle had ended, they rested wherever they could, many grievously wounded, nearly dead.

Ye Jingtian, seeing those on the brink of death, did not hesitate—he pulled out Life Water and gave it to them to sustain their lives.

With the tenacious vitality of cultivators, as long as they held onto one breath, they would recover soon enough.

It wasn’t just Ye Jingtian helping—he and others who had fought in Earth’s frontline war were all doing the same; they all still carried the Life Water Li Yi had once given them, and now it proved invaluable.

Thanks to this, many lives were saved.

Yet the most relaxed among them were the Divine Blood Warriors from the Wildlands—they considered a few hours of slaughter nothing, and being surrounded by Great Demons merely a minor ordeal.

Such attacks could not even pierce their flesh; with their Crimson Gold Battle Armor, the Great Demons were utterly despairing when facing them.

Thus, many Great Demons were hunted down by this group of Divine Blood Warriors; the only few who died were those targeted by Great Kings.

After the battle ended, these Divine Blood Warriors immediately lit bonfires and began roasting the Great Demon corpses as food to fill their bellies.

The sight of this savage, blood-soaked feasting made the Martial Saints from the Martial Saint Continent’s eyelids twitch.

“Their potential is terrifying—they have no cultivation realm at all, yet each can fight a thousand, charging into Great Demon hordes as if walking through empty land. If they ever learned martial arts, what would become of them?”

A master from the Martial Saint Continent thought inwardly.

He had carefully observed the strength of these savages—both their physiques and power had reached inhuman levels; even Great Demon attacks left no wounds on them.

Only beings of Great King caliber could kill them.

And such an astonishing foundation revealed to the Martial Saint Continent’s experts a completely new path.

If they themselves could attain such physiques, their martial arts could surely reach the divine.

Thus, many martial artists grew warmly interested in these savages, eager to learn the secret behind their strength.

But the answer they received shocked them even more.

These warriors from the Wildlands knew nothing of cultivation, nor why their physiques were so strong—they simply fought daily: against rival tribes, against monstrous beasts; over time, those who survived became immensely powerful.

Their bloodlines were extraordinary—naturally strong!

The Martial Saint Continent’s cultivators had only one phrase to describe these savages.

Such strength could not be envied by any other world.

One wounded Martial Saint, who had studied the Wildlands’ Divine Blood Warriors, concluded that the people of the Wildlands were all descendants of gods—whether or not they were Divine Blood Warriors, all carried divine blood within them, which explained their towering builds, astonishing physiques, and long lifespans.

They were inferior not because of a lack of talent, but because they lacked good ancestors—more precisely, they lacked a whole lineage of great ancestors.