Chapter 1158: The Horned Demon Imperial Clan Is Repeating the Path of the Skeletal Blood Vine Demons' Destruction

Boom!

Rumble!

In the starry sky, warships roared, the mothership cluster bombarded, and immortal-sect pavilions, immortal mountains, giant trees, and the like fired off spell after spell with long range and wide area, drowning one Horned Demon Imperial Clan army formation after another.

It was nothing short of a slaughter!

These racial army formations the Horned Demon Imperial Clan took such pride in were reaped like rice straw by the Dao Soldiers of the Jiudaxian Sect beyond their attack range, dying in swathes.

Immediately afterward, the Jiudaxian Sect slaughtered their way into Mo Teng Xiao Gao Jie as well, mopping up every corner, destroying every Horned Demon Imperial Clan formation, leaving no spot untouched.

The cultivators of the myriad races in the Minor Thousand Worlds once again abandoned their former masters and reverently bowed down in worship to the new victors.

Not a single Horned Demon Imperial Clan cultivator could escape.

Not a single one.

Whether hiding deep underground, hiding in the dead silent starry sky, or disguised as fox-race, wood-demon-race, or other slave-race beings — all useless. The Blood Battle Arena thirsted for fresh blood and pointed the way to the enemy.

This battlefield personally laid by the Horned Demon Imperial Clan — the battlefield meant to butcher the foreign-realm humans just as they had butchered the Skeletal Blood Vine Demon clan — became the burial ground of their own race.

Countless elites within the Horned Demon Imperial Clan, Imperial Sons who had hopes of becoming Great Emperors, Ancient Imperial Sons and Ancient Imperial Grandsons who had hopes of becoming Sovereigns, all perished here.

No one knew how long had passed.

Boom!

With a legion-level volley led by an Immortal Gate sky-mothership, the last surviving Horned Demon Imperial Clan Sovereign's indestructible body exploded into a puff of ash; even his divine soul could not escape in the slightest.

This was the last surviving Horned Demon Imperial Clan cultivator in the Blood Battle Arena.

His death signified the Horned Demon Imperial Clan's total annihilation.

"Equality…"

From the void came such a vast, hazy voice.

Then, in one corner of the Blood Battle Arena, in that dead, pitch-black starry sky, accompanied by a burst of brilliant spatial runes blooming, another massive swathe of Horned Demon Imperial Clan cultivators appeared across an area of tens of thousands of miles.

Some of them stood ramrod straight, armor complete, weapons fine, military-formation runes dense and cold — clearly a regular army at a glance;

Others looked dazed, faces pale, as though they had been participating in the ancestral realm Jiao Mo Gao Jie's Grand Dao Merging Formation and had poured too much magic power and qi-blood power into it, and had been bound here without knowing what was going on;

Others were clearly women and children — some Horned Demon Imperial Clan female cultivators were even still nursing…

These Horned Demon Imperial Clan cultivators numbered nine million!

As a race whose total population was only a little over a hundred million, they were a nation in arms; every clansman was at least at the Qi Refining stage. It looked like a great number, but in racial warfare it seemed no longer enough — just one total annihilation, and they had already begun conscripting the old, young, women, and children.

These newly appeared Horned Demon Imperial Clan cultivators looked at the empty starry sky, and their faces went deathly pale in an instant.

"Imperial Son!"

"Ancient Imperial Sons, Ancient Imperial Grandsons…"

Some newly arrived Horned Demon Imperial Clan powerhouses, clinging to a sliver of wishful thinking, sent transmission after transmission into the void, hoping to receive even the faintest response, unwilling to accept the result rising in their hearts.

Yet, there was no response at all.

The hearts of many Horned Demon Imperial Clan powerhouses sank, their bodies went ice-cold, and they trembled uncontrollably.

……

The Ten Great Dao Sons all looked at Jiang Ding at the same time.

The Horned Demon Imperial Clan was a combat race.

Even the weakest Qi Refining cultivators had innate army-formation talent, and during their growth they had undergone army-formation tempering many times — this was their race's tradition; military and civilian were not divided, and it was not the case that commoners understood nothing.

In many Minor Thousand Worlds, the slaughter and suppression of slave races was done by army formations formed from ordinary Horned Demon Imperial Clan commoners.

Now, with an instant nine million — a terrifying number — even if they formed army formations, they still possessed extremely powerful combat ability; it was not something that could be completely ignored.

The Dao Soldier troops of the Jiudaxian Sect should be able to prevail, but how the casualties would fall was hard to say — great or small.

There was no need for that.

Immortal-sect Dao Sons, in ordinary times, received the full nurturing of their sects, taking whatever they wanted; now was the time to fulfill their duty.

They still had this bit of resolve.

They could not allow the sect's forces to suffer unnecessary losses.

However, Tianji Dao Son and the others had reservations in their hearts.

"I wish you all an immediate victory."

Jiang Ding nodded slightly, lacking in interest.

The instant these nine million cultivators had appeared, he had examined them carefully — not even a single Imperial Son-level being among them, so weak it was displeasing.

If not forced by circumstances, his sword was unwilling to slay such weaklings.

Jiang Ding landed on the ground of the Minor Thousand World, casually found a fourth-grade supreme-grade spirit vein, spread out the embryonic form of the Great Sun Sword World above it, and slowly inhaled and exhaled the world's spiritual energy and Great Sun essence, converting chaos from the void, accumulating the power of order.

His cultivation had already reached the limit; he was only bound by the constraints of the King Yama Hell King of Equality Yin-Yang Inversion Grand Formation and unable to break through — this was a buff to the Horned Demon Imperial Clan.

But it was not as though there was nothing to do.

The embryonic form of the Great Sun Sword Dao World was newly born, had given birth to the power of order, and was precisely in its time of growth.

"Good."

"If there is need, we will call you."

Tianji Dao Son and the others nodded, offered that one line, and led the Immortal-sect Dao Soldiers flying toward the pitch-black starry sky.

As law cultivators, they did not mind slaughtering the weak — even weaklings like

ordinary mortals; on the contrary, what they liked most was for no strong person to ever cross their path in their entire lives, for no one to come bother them, so they could cultivate and ascend to immortality in peace and stability.

Jiang Ding sat cross-legged on the fourth-grade supreme-grade spirit vein, the hazy embryonic Sword World spreading out several kilometers around him. Within it, all things between heaven and earth were full of vitality — it was spring now, fine rain hazy, flowers in full bloom, a very beautiful world; he liked it very much.

However, war was a very solemn matter.

Even if he did not care, Jiang Ding still split off a wisp of divine sense and sword intent to keep an eye on the battlefield, so that should an accident occur he could provide support at the first instant, teleport there, and annihilate the racial enemy.

……

In the starry sky, a crushing war was unfolding.

Teacher Gu Lin commanded the Immortal Sect fleet to unleash a blur of black-and-white light, giving birth to a destruction cannon that obliterated the massive army formation hastily constructed by nine million demonic horn emperor clan cultivators in an instant, slaughtering hundreds of thousands.

At the same moment, slightly lagging behind, Candidate Daozi Tianji, Ji Liuyue, and other Candidate Daozi charged into the demonic horn emperor clan army the instant its formation was torn open, slaughtering hundreds of thousands in an instant and destroying countless critical array nodes, completely eliminating any possibility of the demonic horn emperor clan army reorganizing.

The remaining demonic horn emperor clan cultivators, though still numbering over eight million, had become lambs awaiting slaughter, with not a shred of strength left.

The outcome of this war had been decided from the very beginning.

The armies of the Jiudaxian Sect coordinated with flawless precision; not only could they easily defeat such second-tier demonic horn emperor clan forces, but even the most elite demonic horn emperor clan armies, so long as Mingtian was absent, could be overcome with ease.

"Excellent."

"There's some coordination between infantry and artillery."

Jiang Ding remarked in admiration.

The Badaxian Sect charged head-on while the Immortal Sect fleet provided long-range support and pinpoint explosions; the synergy felt perfectly matched, unleashing power far exceeding what either side could achieve alone.