Chapter 1606

Battle begins immediately.

The three corpse generals of the Corpse Refining Sect acted first, charging into the Mangshan Mountain Range and entering the beasts' layers of encirclement; the sect's disciples controlled their zombies as vanguards, the fearless zombies rushed ahead, fighting the beasts together, while they themselves slowly advanced from behind, not in a hurry to push forward.

When zombies are smashed, their tough flesh is torn apart by the beasts' brute force; some beasts become food for the zombies, their blood drained, turning into corpses; zombie deaths naturally affect the Corpse Refining Sect disciples, injuring their souls and causing them to vomit blood.

From the start of this battle, it cannot be stopped; among the beasts there are also clever ones that directly leap over the zombies and rush toward the Corpse Refining Sect disciples; zombies are the disciples' great weapon, yet the disciples themselves lack strong strength, inferior to zombies in every aspect.

Many disciples devote their lifetimes to zombies—how to control them, how to cultivate them, how to make them the strongest zombies; for example, some fast zombies rely purely on speed and attack power, with relatively weak defense, so once hit they are instantly shattered.

Also, some zombies excel at defense, fearless of beast attacks, entangling with beasts, their strength not inferior to beasts; there are also fire‑spitting zombies; in short, all kinds of zombies exist, but each person's understanding of zombies differs, and their own cultivation rises accordingly, still slightly inferior to the zombies.

Of course, not all disciples are so weak; some use the method of refining zombies to refine themselves, turning themselves into zombies to enhance their strength, becoming as strong as zombies, impervious to blades and spears, unafraid of sneak attacks.

To become stronger, Corpse Refining Sect disciples spare no effort; some abandon their human identities and turn into zombies, while others directly melt and fuse various powerful bodies into their own, transforming themselves into some terrifying existence.

The three corpse generals broke through the beasts' defenses and headed for Diewumeng; they would not be held back by those beasts, their sole target being Diewumeng—kill her to make her tribulation fail, then crush the future of the Mangshan Demon Palace, utterly destroying their rise plan in one stroke.

The Bee King and Bai Xinlan appeared first, intercepting them ahead; the two would not let them advance a step, and on the other side the Black Tiger also returned, bringing people to block this place, allowing no one to pass.

"Corpse Refining Sect beasts, halt your steps, or else—no mercy."

Bai Xinlan spoke coldly, giving no pleasant look to these Corpse Refining Sect corpse generals; the three corpse generals frowned, for the three demon kings before them were not weak, and many demon commanders were surrounding, wanting to approach Diewumeng, making the difficulty great.

"Bai Xinlan, Bee King, and Black Tiger Demon King—if Diewumeng dies, you can take the Demon Emperor's throne; isn't that better?" said the first corpse general, Jiang Tiansheng, tempting them to persuade these people to yield, then watching Diewumeng die helplessly.

Diewumeng's existence affected their status; conversely, her death would benefit them only, with no drawbacks.

The second corpse general stared at Diewumeng, having received a glance from the first corpse general, intending to sneak past, but the Black Tiger spotted him, opened its huge maw, and let out a tiger's roar, its demonic might formidable.

"Roar."

A roar— the majesty of the king of beasts cannot be violated; the second corpse general immediately retreated, daring not to move.

The Black Tiger gave a cold snort: "Without my permission, no one may approach even a step; otherwise, I don't mind tearing you lot to pieces."

In the Black Tiger's eyes, the Corpse Refining Sect's corpse generals are trash, worthless—more loathsome than humans.

Just like the Mu Long family, they are utterly detestable.

The second corpse general gave a cold smile: "Black Tiger Demon King, why stand with Diewumeng? Once she dies, you are the most likely to take that position; why not step aside and let us help you kill Diewumeng, after which you can sit on the Demon Emperor's throne, thereafter becoming the new Mangshan Demon Emperor."

The first corpse general, Jiang Tiansheng, tempted: "Black Tiger, think—once Diewumeng dies, your benefit is greatest; you can simply stand by and do nothing."

The two corpse generals together brainwashed the Black Tiger, wanting him to yield the path, requiring no action from him.

They had investigated the Black Tiger's past and knew it greatly desired the Demon Emperor's throne; with Diewumeng dead, it would be the best and most suitable choice, entailing no downside for it.

Bai Xinlan and the Bee King said nothing, merely looking at the Black Tiger, wondering what he would choose.

Should he stand by and watch, or continue to side with them? The words of the two corpse generals are indeed reasonable, after all Diewumeng is the Black Tiger's greatest threat; her death would bring him the greatest benefit, and he could completely ignore everything.

"Hmph." The Black Tiger gave a cold snort, swept a cold glance over the two, and said disdainfully: "This time I, your father, will stand by; next time, when I, your father, break through to the Tribulation Realm, will you also let me kill you for nothing?"

This time he does not act; then, when he breaks through, others will do the same.

Helping Diewumeng is helping himself; the Black Tiger clearly knows this, he is close to that step, if he yields now and watches Diewumeng fall, then when his turn comes, no one will help him—something he does not want.

Furthermore, compared to the Demon Emperor's throne, he prefers to break through to the Tribulation Realm; the Mangshan Mountain Range is too small, his future goal is to leave Cangzhou, make those people know the might of Mangshan Mountain Range, and he also wants Mangshan Mountain Range to be like the Myriad Demon Hall and the Demon Lands, becoming a presence feared by all.

Internal strife brings them no benefit; before, it was only out of necessity.

"Jiang Tiansheng, you humans are truly good at scheming; I said you cannot pass, otherwise I won't mind tearing you apart."

The Black Tiger's demonic might spread, enveloping the whole field; he allows no one to pass.

Those Corpse Refining Sect disciples were intercepted, surrounded in a ring, the beasts too numerous, wave after wave.

Other forces merely watched, taking no action; the Tian Du Men True Person Wu Mie Zhenren raised a hand, forbidding Tian Du Men disciples from intervening in this battle; her purpose this time was not to stop Diewumeng from breaking through to the Tribulation Realm, for even if she succeeded, it would pose little threat to Tian Du Men.

Bai Hang Holy Maiden stood aside, understanding her master's order; the disciples certainly did not want to be surrounded by those beasts and then become their food.

"Tian Du Men disciples, hear the order: no one may move, let alone act."

"Yes."

Wu Mie Zhenren issued the command; without her order, no one may act.

Tian Du Men disciples naturally will not act; they clearly understand that charging into the Mangshan Mountain Range now would mean only becoming food for those beasts—a dead end.