Chapter 2197: The Name Blood Sea Should Not Be Spoken So Casually

"Blood sea... vortex..."

Jiang Ding looked toward the direction of the Sirius Starfield battlefield, and a feeling of alarm arose in his heart.

This term, this existence, made him feel an instinctive fear, his soul and spirit trembling, as if this name had contained great terror since ancient times, unknowable, unspeakable, otherwise disaster would befall.

And now, it seems it can be touched?

"Is this an immortal?"

Jiang Ding whispered.

To make a mature true immortal merely recite this name and inexplicably fear—surely even the Human Emperor could not do that.

One must know, the Human Emperor is nothing more than a fully matured true immortal, like a youth and an adult; a youth could not instinctively tremble at reciting an adult's name, far from enough to be so.

"But,"

"How could an immortal possibly need the scattered life essence from the death of living beings?"

Jiang Ding asked in confusion.

Immortals, eternal and undying, immortal existence!

Such existence has long lost the concept of death; the Wu Jin Kong Kong exists with Him forever—such beings are beyond mortal comprehension, and such existence could not possibly be driven by such lowly energies as blood, magic power, or life essence.

This is as absurd as using a cart to pull a planet.

Impossible to be an immortal.

Immortals would absolutely not be so clumsy; the mere birth of a true immortal could not possibly affect an immortal in any way, the gap between them incalculable, they were never meant to intersect.

"Is someone playing tricks with divine pretenses?"

"Mocking this lord..."

Jiang Ding said coldly.

Under the rule of a true immortal, everything should be his; taking without notice is a provocation.

Even if today there is no surplus strength, in the future there will be recompense.

……

The Tai Shang Da Zhu Xingyu domains have fallen into war.

On the front lines, the armies of both sides engage in brutal slaughter, naval artillery bombarding vast stretches, numerous deities and myriad races' powerhouses drawing down heavenly solar fire to Shen Zhou, burning countless beings of the Qian Qian world, destroying formations, turning the human beings of the world into ashes……At every moment, powerhouses die.

The number of cultivators dying each moment is tens of thousands of times greater than before!

Numerous cultivators, numerous powerhouses wither like worthless weeds, how many fall at the front, how many are replenished from the rear, even more!

The terrifying manpower and material resources of both sides, ground down in the flesh-and-blood mill, fight on eternally without end.

Besides the frontline battlefield, the war in the rear is equally brutal.

From time to time, plague-spreading demon rats, blood-curse venomous mosquitoes and other demonic powerhouses spreading plague and curse infiltrate the rear, triggering terrible plagues, chaos, and countless ordinary people and cultivators falling ill and dying for no reason, the plague spreading wildly, the Dao Ting Science Academy unable to resolve it in a short time.

Only by sealing off this area can it be turned into a purgatory of Shen Zhou.

From time to time, invisible mantises, black-light celestial eagles and other assassins stealthily kill into the rear, destroying one project after another, plantations, weapon forging factories, teleportation arrays, etc., disrupting the production and logistics transport of the Tai Shang Da Zhu Xingyu domains.

Everything, everything, lets the battlefield become a tangled mess.

The various supremacies, increasingly anxious, begin to personally lead campaigns, commanding armies to rush to the battlefield, planning a battle to resolve the current disadvantageous situation.

This is the dire situation of the Tai Shang Da Zhu Xingyu domains.

How, then, is the rear of the Zhen Long Qi Yun Xingyu domains?

……

Time passes slowly.

In countless mountains of corpses and seas of blood, amidst countless lives withering, time has already passed tens of thousands of years.

Tens of thousands of years have passed, the battlefield intensity shows no sign of easing, each day on the front lines still sees countless lives lost, the rear continuously supplying reinforcements.

In the Wan Long Huang Dian.

"What?"

"What did you say?"

One of the Nine Heavenly Kings of the Zhen Long Qi Yun Xian Chao, Gou Chen Shang Gong Tian Wang, Ya Nie Zhi Zun, raises his vertical pupils, dead-staring at the white crane before him, roaring angrily.

Terrifying killing intent descends from the nine heavens, nearly instantly shattering the soul-spirit of this white crane supremacy before him, seeking to kill him on the spot.

"Pfft!"

This white crane supremacy originally had a wound, a sword mark nearly cleaving his waist in two, and now this killing intent rushes into his soul-spirit, his body uncontrollably gushing blood in large mouthfuls, nearly dying in an instant.

"Ya Nie!"

"I've already said it!"

The white crane supremacy likewise flew into a rage, bellowing: "Listen closely, supremacy dies in battle! The great army is destroyed!"

"Are you deaf?"

"You can't hear even this?!!"

He roared like a madman.

Eight Tribulation Supremacy—who isn't?

Who didn't rise from obscurity through slaughter, who didn't survive a hundred battles on the battlefield, you this rear-stationing dog thing, what dogshit airs are you putting on here!!!

"You're quite something..."

Ya Nie Zhi Zun revealed a ferocious expression.

Here, all is silent.

The surrounding supremacies tremble with fear, their bodies somewhat chilled.

Ya Nie Zhi Zun, famed for exacting revenge for the slightest grudge, even past minor offenses often inviting terrible consequences, extermination of clans being commonplace, even the His Majesty in the past has been repeatedly scolded and punished.

A long while.

Unexpectedly, the Chi'e Supreme did not act, regained his composure, and stared coldly at the Baihe Supreme, saying: "Trash!"

"Hundreds of billions of troops encircling and slaughtering, dozens of Supremes encircling and slaughtering together!"

"Just scattered sword cultivators in various places, a mere million sword cultivators, a mere million sword cultivators!"

The Chi'e Supreme's eyes flashed with bloodlight as he growled: "You trash, go encircle and slaughter the scattered sword cultivators scattered across the lands. In a mere ten thousand years, you not only failed to complete the mission, but instead lost over half the Supremes and half the army, Baihe! You should die, your entire clan should die!"

He was enraged beyond endurance.

Because he knew, at this moment, what terrible consequences a loss in the rear would bring.

The front lines require an endless supply of troops, an endless supply of heavenly materials and earthly treasures, and the demand is at least ten times that of the enemy, because the army of the True Dragon Qi Luck Immortal Dynasty is immensely vast, far exceeding the opponent, and furthermore, because crossing the vast starfields and constantly opening planar channels for transport consumes too much.

If supplies and troops are cut off, the frontline army will collapse in an instant!

"Should the Supreme and the entire Baihe immortal clan die?"

"Yes, that is indeed the case."

The Baihe Supreme's tone likewise turned ice-cold, and he said coldly: "Chi'e, then your Chi'e immortal clan should also suffer the same fate—you and your entire clan should die!"

"If it weren't for your stupidity, how would we have failed?"

The surroundings fell silent.

Many myriad clan Supremes looked at the Baihe Supreme with some fear, astonished by his boldness.

The Chi'e immortal clan, one of the Nine True Dragon clans, this was practically pointing at the Chi'e Supreme's nose and cursing him, even vaguely containing a veiled jab, hinting at the entire True Dragon immortal clan.

Has the Baihe Supreme gone mad?

Yes, indeed.

He truly should have gone mad.

The entire Baihe immortal clan is about to be wiped out; many things should no longer be considered, only seeking life in death, otherwise death is certain—such a great defeat must have a Supreme take responsibility for the entire clan.

"Hehe,"

"Is it the stupidity of this Heavenly King?"

The Chi'e Supreme instead regained his composure, speaking indifferently: "I give you one breath's time."