Chapter 921: The Human Race's Army Formation Charges Toward the Swarm of Demons

"What's going on?"

"Why is this happening?!!"

In the Ice Snow Demon Palace, the Zhenjun Zhenjun Bingfeng Demon Sovereign watched the three armies of the Northern Plains human race attacking relentlessly outside the great formation, shaking the Northern Capital great formation until the earth trembled, her face full of disbelief: "That old thief Tushan is one thing, but why have these cowardly human ants also become so brave and fearless of death, with such a powerful army formation?"

"It's only been ten short years!"

Her heart trembled.

She had thought that this time, leaving the mountain, she would slaughter in all directions, butcher countless humans, and with their blood and bones, retrace the path of her bloodline ancestors, thereby reviving her bloodline and raising her strength to a higher level.

Even if that old thief Tushan ambushed her again, she would not fear it.

Her mother was watching this place at all times, no longer falling into deep slumber, and it was absolutely impossible that, like last time, she would be abducted away without any power to resist.

The human race's collapse was supposed to be a matter of course.

Did she not know what the True Persons and True Persons of the Northern Plains human race were like?

Cowardly, inconsistent in advance and retreat, always stabbing each other in the back, selling out comrades, watching them die while only caring about their own escape, harboring deep hatreds among themselves—blood feuds of killing fathers and mothers, irreconcilable enmity.

Even if Tushan Tian Jun could glue them together and stop them from fighting each other, it was absolutely impossible for any earth-shaking change to occur—this was the nature of the human race.

Yet what truly happened caught her completely off guard.

The great army of the Demon Imperial Court collapsed in rout. The six great Wang Zu and six divisions' armies, the Imperial Court's Forbidden Guards—at the very least hundreds of thousands in number—suffered defeat after defeat. If not for the enemy's army formations being insufficiently practiced, even retreat would have been a luxury.

Below the Wang Zuo, several hundred demon True Persons were silent as crows.

The Western Desert Demon Imperial Court had experienced several thousand years of peace, with all parties jointly observing the court's order. Almost no fighting occurred among the demon True Persons, so they had accumulated many, and in addition, having swallowed half the Northern Plains' territory and obtained countless heavenly materials and earthly treasures, the number of demon kings who had advanced was also considerable.

Even after multiple losses, they still numbered several times the human race.

The demon True Persons sensed the volcano-like fury the Demon Emperor was suppressing, and trembled, not daring to speak.

"What, no one will speak?"

The Zhenjun Zhenjun Bingfeng Demon Sovereign's beautiful face darkened: "Tushan's slogan is very clear—kill every man-eating demon, not a single one pardoned. Do you think you can switch sides?"

Ministers may surrender, but sovereigns may not—this is among one's own kind.

In a racial war of extermination, such customary reasoning simply does not apply; everyone stained with blood debts, high and low, must die.

"We dare not!"

"This minister is guilty."

The many demon True Persons kowtowed repeatedly.

"Your Majesty, the reason lies in the sharpness of their army formation's weapons."

A Wang Gong of the Xuanhu Wang Zu kowtowed and said: "The three great army formations, each one anchored by a heavy army formation treasure nearly at the level of a Primordial Spirit treasure. We cannot match them."

"... Indeed it is so."

The Zhenjun Zhenjun Bingfeng Demon Sovereign's expression eased slightly.

When it came to the Dao of artifact refinement, the demon race was indeed far inferior to the human race—this was an indisputable fact.

"Otherwise, why boost the enemy's morale and kill our own."

Another stepped forward, his white hair icy cold, a mixed-blood True Person of the Zhenjun Zhenjun Bingfeng clan, who countered: "Within the Imperial Court's Forbidden Army, there is also a Heavenly Demon Blood God Banner passed down from antiquity, a Primordial Spirit heavy treasure, stronger than those three army formation heavy treasures of the human race."

"This..."

The Xuanhu Wang Gong dared not speak further.

The Zhenjun Zhenjun Bingfeng Demon Sovereign waved her hand, and the True Persons of the Zhenjun Zhenjun Bingfeng clan hurriedly retreated.

"The human race's army formation methods are formidable."

"The human race is of one kind, so the attrition between army formations is small, and regardless of realm, all humans possess spiritual intelligence, so their army formation abilities are inherently much stronger..."

"The human race..."

The Wang Gongs of the Six-Tailed Fox clan, the Jin Chi Wang Zu, and other races spoke one after another, their gazes sharp and experienced, all pointing to the key points.

"However, the human race has weaknesses—three defeats!"

The Wang Gong of the Six-Tailed Fox clan, a beautiful woman, declared with ringing authority: "The first defeat: the number of their True Persons is far lower than that of our demon race. The second defeat: they are a newly trained army, weaker than our demon race's veteran campaigners. The third defeat: they recklessly attack the tightly formed defenses of our Northern Capital."

"With these three defeats, the human race is doomed in this battle!"

"The human race must lose!"

"The demon race must win!"

All the demon True Persons shouted in unison, their voices like mountains and seas, spreading in all directions, greatly inspiring the surrounding demon cultivators, and morale suddenly soared.

"Kill!"

"Kill out!"

The Zhenjun Zhenjun Bingfeng Demon Sovereign's expression was icy cold as she personally led the Imperial Court's Forbidden Army, composed of carefully selected elites from all races, and charged out to meet the human race's three great army corps.

At the same time, on the six Wang Zuos, Jiang Ding cast his gaze in this direction, as if he could see Bing Yuan Tian Jun in the void, also watching this side.

Boom!

Rumble rumble!

Tushan's three great army corps launched a fierce assault around the Demon Imperial Court's Northern Capital. All manner of wind, rain, thunder, and lightning sword Qi, dazzlingly scorching sword Qi fell like raindrops, blanketing the entire sky, ceaselessly and unendingly, flaying the demon race's quasi-fifth-tier Heavenly Demon God-Slaying Formation layer after layer.

This was both the Tushan Maid Corps and the Great Sun Long Sword attacking.

On the main front was the Hun Yuan Fa Tian Du, with a million people, dozens of True Persons, a hundred thousand Jin Dan, and a thousand Hun Yuan Guangmingdian suppressing the four directions. Amid the violent formation patterns, sun-light spheres each as large as Shanfeng were manufactured and hurled down upon the demon race's Northern Capital.

The power of a single sun-light sphere was enough to level an entire Shanfeng.

And here, every single instant, a thousand sun-light spheres were born, falling, slamming down toward the earth.

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Even though the demon race's Northern Capital great formation was not weak—the Heavenly Demon God-Slaying Great Formation, a quasi-fifth-tier formation—it could not help but totter on the brink of collapse under such attacks. The earth churned, the ley lines bulged, the spiritual veins were thrown into terrible turmoil, looking as if it could not hold up much longer and might shatter at any moment.

"Kill!"

"Kill every human slave!"

Just at this moment, the seven armies of the demon race, which had been gathering strength for a long time, finally charged forth. Each army numbered in the hundreds of thousands — six of them being the Six-Tailed Fox race, the Xuanhu race, the Jin Chi Wang Zu, and others — and the seventh being the demon race's Imperial Guard, composed of elites from every race plus the Zhenjun Zhenjun Bingfeng race, personally led by the Zhenjun Zhenjun Bingfeng Demon Lord.

In an instant, the seven armies coordinated with the Northern Capital grand formation to attack together!

Whoosh!

The Demon Lords and Demon Kings of the Jin Chi Wang Zu spread their wings. Countless feather-shaped blades of pure gold, through the innate talent within the Jin Chi Wang Zu bloodline, combined together to form a terrifying Synthetic Synthetic Gengjin grand formation. Its power almost instantly surpassed the peak of Nascent Soul, hovering within the vast gulf between peak Nascent Soul and Soul Transformation — and seemed to have advanced a great distance within that range.

Then came the great army of the Six-Tailed Fox race.

They numbered in the hundreds of thousands, with many Demon Lords and Demon Kings. Three-tailed and two-tailed fox demons were common, and four-tailed and five-tailed fox demons were frequently seen.

Every one of them — women alluringly beautiful, men strikingly handsome.

They too formed a battle formation. Their fluffy tails swayed as countless Wu Xing Fa spells were unleashed one after another, linking together across the sky through the army formation to form a colossal composite Wu Xing Fa spell of immeasurable power, its might far surpassing peak Nascent Soul.

Then there were the hundreds of thousands of tiger demons of the Xuanhu race roaring, their sound waves shaking heaven and earth…

All six great Wang Zu were fighting with everything they had!

The demon race's Imperial Guard personally led by the Zhenjun Zhenjun Bingfeng Demon Lord was even more terrifying. A giant spear of absolute cold condensed into being, its might dreadful, faintly seeming to channel the great momentum of heaven and earth, drawing infinitely close to a strike from a Soul Transformation Canghai Tianjun.

All of these attacks bombarded the three armies of Master Tushan.

Boom!

Rumble!

In that instant, heaven and earth changed color. Countless solar fireballs exploded, countless Great Sun sword-qi shot out in all directions piercing through space, and countless wind, rain, thunder, and lightning sword-qi coalesced into a single colossal nine-colored sword that split the sky as it came cleaving down, parting aside everything.

No one knew how long passed before the smoke and clouds dispersed.

The three armies of Master Tushan still stood tall in the sky. The Yuanguangmingdian had fallen and risen again. Tens of thousands were killed or wounded, blasted to death outright by the terrifying aftershocks of the attacks, reduced to a pulp of flesh and blood.

But directly before them, the casualties among the demon race's seven armies were several times those of the human race!

(End of this chapter)