Chapter 1222: The Myriad Races Allied Army's Destruction

Boom!

Rumble!

The pacification war in the starry sky was in full swing.

The Soul Transformation Tianjuns charged into the fray, battling their foes, occasionally joining forces to shatter an enemy's spell or two, while behind them the fleet of the Immortal Gate's conscripted legions thundered endlessly, every volley inevitably bringing the deaths of several hundred thousand members of the foreign-race armies, or the deaths of several Soul Transformation cultivators.

Even the Immortal Gate Zhenjuns commanding the fleet still had the strength to occasionally concentrate their ship cannons on the Steel Bone King, breaking several of his ribs with forced blasts while he was locked in combat with the two Imperial Sons.

He was furious beyond measure, even wanting to break past the two Imperial Sons' interception and smash those terrifying yet weak ants with his Bone Emperor Hammer.

Unfortunately, that was a delusion.

Under the siege of countless ship cannons and the two Imperial Sons, even though the Steel Bone King held the seventh-tier Dao-Unifying racial heavy treasure of the Skeleton Blood Vine Demon clan, it was all for nothing; he was blasted back again and again, the spiritual light on his body steadily dimming.

In a lull in the fighting, the Steel Bone King looked around, and his heart grew even more panicked.

His own position was still at a disadvantage.

And the situation around him was collapsing!

Dong Xue He Wang led several dozen Soul Transformation Tianjuns, and under the cover of numerous ship cannons charged and slaughtered without cease, without cease; the Blood Light Sword Formation unfurled, sword after sword, the army formation cooperating with seamless intimacy, and in an instant the combat power displayed even surpassed that of the two Human Imperial Sons, smashing several hundred foreign-race kings and the Myriad Races Allied Army into total rout.

Myriad Races kings kept dying.

The Myriad Races Allied Army died even more like swarms of ants—Nascent Soul, Jin Dan, Foundation Establishment—these elite cultivators of the Minor Thousand Worlds died worthless in this moment, everywhere, utterly unremarkable.

The Myriad Races Allied Army boasted an army of several hundred million, yet they simply could not concentrate their strength in one place; facing the assault of the Immortal Gate's conscripted legion fleet, they had no resistance at all, like a tall, burly man who was all flabby fat, every shift of position difficult and sluggish.

Dong Xue He Wang, under the cover of countless ship cannons, began to go superhuman!

He struck out with one sword, several Soul Transformation cultivators died; struck out with another sword, an entire race's army collapsed, the formation shattered, and the ship cannons blasted everything to ruin.

The Myriad Races Allied Army's chaotic, unsystematic attacks could not pose much of a threat to them at all.

Under such terrifying casualties, the Myriad Races cultivators began to feel fear, their morale rapidly plummeting to rock bottom; in many places they began to flee, only barely holding on under the strict orders and prohibition threats of the race kings.

Yet by now, the Myriad Races kings were dying one after another!

A king was a necessity for a race's survival.

Once the king died, the entire race was as good as destroyed; the external enemies would not spare them, and the internal allied races would not spare them either, would devour them alive.

Under such circumstances, many races' kings began to despair, wanting to surr

ender.

Unfortunately, the Immortal Gate had made it clear that everyone who had directly or indirectly participated in the slaughter had to die, with absolutely no pardon; even their surrender would not be accepted—this was the reason they were still holding on now, unwilling to give up.

However, such persistence also had its limits; under ceaseless death, so-called persistence was extremely fragile.

The situation was already very clear.

If no miracle occurred, the Myriad Races Allied Army was about to be defeated and destroyed, and all the races that had ever participated in the rebellion would pay a terrible price, a bloody price that no king dared imagine.

"Hua Teng!"

"You are the Imperial Son of the Skeleton Blood Imperial Race!"

The Steel Bone King, in some despair, roared: "Why must you help the Human Race? Why are you willing to become a servant?"

"Come back!"

"Don't be bewitched by those slaves any longer, come and fight alongside me!"

"This is the path you should walk."

The Steel Bone King's voice even took on a pleading tone: "You are stronger than me; you should become the emperor of the Skeleton Blood Vine Demons, the Bone Emperor Hammer should be entrusted to you to wield, and all the heritage of the Skeleton Blood Imperial Race should be handed to you as well. As long as you can lead the Skeleton Blood Imperial Race to revival, to restore the hegemony of our ancestors, what harm is there in me being loyal to you?"

"Come back!"

He said in a tearful voice.

"Fool!"

"You idiot!"

Hua Teng's expression was cold.

The thousand bone swords around her grew ever more shrill, cleaving down one terrifying grey-white sword-light after another, slicing through layer upon layer of space, tearing apart bone chain after bone chain.

"I am of the Human Race!"

"Steel Bone, you are a lowly Skeleton Blood Vine Demon; you had the chance to become one of the Human Race, but you gave it up yourself, you fell, and now you want to drag me down with you."

"How utterly foolish is that?"

Hua Teng said coldly: "You have harmed the entire Skeleton Blood Vine Demon race!"

"The Skeleton Blood Vine Demon race could originally have basked in the radiance of the Immortal Gate, living freely under the Immortal Gate's laws, subject to no constraints save the Immortal Gate's laws; even the Immortal Gate Great Emperors would not casually execute Skeleton Blood Vine Demons who had committed no crime."

"Is such a life not better than eking out an uncertain existence between the realms?"

"Beyond that, the most outstanding Skeleton Blood Vine Demons could even ascend to become part of the Human Race, truly becoming one of the realm's overlords, gaining a status far surpassing that of the old Skeleton Blood Imperial Race."

"Now, the future, the Dao path—what is there that you do not have?"

"If that is so, why did you betray?"

"You damned idiot!"

Hua Teng said, somewhat angrily: "Do you have any idea that, because of your existence, my Thought and Morality score dropped by four points! It's about to fall below one hundred and thirty?!"

"You damned idiot!"

Whoosh!

She pressed her palms together, countless bone swords converging, condensing in her hands into a hazy, terrifying bone sword that, bearing a fearsome momentum, slashed down on the Steel Bone King's skull, forcing him back; the sword-mark on the skull was deep, terrifying beyond compare.

The Immortal Gate's Thought and Morality.

This was the Dao heart, and also reality, and also background checks, personal histories—a highly complex evaluation system, one of the crystallizations of wisdom from the Immortal Gate's past ten thousand years.

The betrayal of the Skeleton Blood Vine Demon race undoubtedly affected the Thought and Morality scores of every member of the entire race.

"Me, an idiot?"

"You've gone mad, truly mad!"

"Crazy!"

Steel Bone roared as if tearing his heart and lungs: "You have been struck by the human race's 'Dao Heart Planting Demon Slave Scripture,' a divine soul prohibition. Your soul is lost, causing you to fall into such ridiculous and childish fantasies."

"Could it be that Heaven intends to destroy my Skull Blood Imperial Clan?"

"I am unwilling!"

He was filled with immense disappointment and powerlessness.

No matter how fiercely King Steel Bone roared, he could not change the rapid tilt of the war situation.

The celestial sect's conscripted legion fleet's cannons roared continuously; King Dong Xue He Wang led Soul Transformation cultivators in relentless charges, slaughtering one Soul Transformation after another, annihilating one alien army formation after another. Hundreds of thousands of alien cultivators died, blood flowing like rivers in the starry sky, bones piling up like mountains.

This battlefield, where endless blood flowed, was simply a holy land for Blood Dao cultivators.

Beneath countless deaths, the cultivators of the Ten Thousand Races were living beings, not machines; even kings were living beings, and ultimately had limits.

At a certain moment.

"Flee, flee..."

"Flee for as long as you can, seek the Badaxian Sect; there is a chance to survive."

A king of the Mountain Rock Giant race sacrificed himself to block a piercing crimson sword light for his clan, his body shattering into two halves.

In his final moments, he spoke to the last king of his clan, his last son: "Our clan has reached its end. Do your best... to live on."

Having spoken, his soul was shattered by the sword intent within the blood light.

Bang!

His final soul light collapsed, turning into clusters of spiritual light particles that scattered completely.

"Father!"

The last king of the Mountain Rock Giants held his father's shattered skeletal remains, tears gushing like a spring.

He remembered that day.

Back then, after much thought and hesitation, his father finally made the decision to massacre the Demon Sect citizens, then proudly told him that the Mountain Rock Giant clan would become the master of a world, forever free, never again becoming anyone's servant.

Never again becoming anyone's, any race's servant!

Freedom!

Back then, his father's eyes were full of hope, full of joyful radiance.

Hope, brimming with the light of joy.

His father's joy and delight back then were something he had never seen before.

However, now, his father had become a pile of shattered stones, unable to ever live again.

Intense emotions made this last king of the Mountain Rock Giants hate to the point of madness, wishing to burn everything to fight a decisive battle, caring for nothing anymore.

But, ultimate reason still triumphed over everything.

The last king of the Mountain Rock Giants coldly glanced at the battlefield around him, gathered hundreds of his most outstanding clansmen, said not a word, completely abandoned this battlefield, and burned his vital blood to flee madly outward.

"He is fleeing!"

"The Mountain Rock Giant King is fleeing!"

This scene shook the hearts of many kings of the Ten Thousand Races who were still struggling to hold on.

Some still wanted to continue holding on, waiting for a miracle.

After all, the domain starry sky was no place for kings to survive; leaving the Minor Thousand Worlds was nearly a slow death.

Some kings, however, let out a long sigh, took a few clansmen, and fled madly without any hesitation.

The latter kept appearing, kept increasing, causing the situation to slide rapidly toward the abyss.

In the end, those kings who still wanted to persist, to struggle desperately, showed bitter expressions and fled in all directions at even faster speeds, abandoning everything.

The battle had no meaning anymore.

Collapse.

This battlefield had completely collapsed!

The kings of the Ten Thousand Races, the Ten Thousand Races alliance, all collapsed; countless cultivators fled madly, losing all organization, like headless flies, completely losing their threat.

"Kill!"

King Dong Xue He Wang, under orders, did not pursue but turned back to surround and kill King Steel Bone.

Boom!

At the same time, the celestial sect's ten million conscripted fleet's cannons, having accumulated energy for a long time, fired once more; hundreds of thousands of cannon shells fired in unison, locking onto and bombarding King Steel Bone alone.

In this battlefield, everyone, every attack, was aimed at him!

Death descended clearly, unavoidable.

"No!"

"The glory of the Skull Blood Imperial Clan..."

King Steel Bone cried out with blood.

At the same time.

Within the Great Sun Heavenly Pool, the light-bright young man in green robes opened his eyes for the first time, gazing at this battlefield, looking toward the distant starry sky.

There, nine figures were emerging.

"Interesting."

"Interesting..."

Jiang Ding finally rose, thinking silently: "The Dao Sons of the Badaxian Sect actually have the courage to appear before me again; truly rare. I thought enemies of my realm would only exist in the Upper Realm and the unknown starry sky."

"Now it seems I underestimated the heroes of the mortal world."

"Perhaps there will be surprises after all?"