Chapter 923: Pursuing the Fleeing for Tens of Thousands of Li

A bloody, brutal pursuit of fleeing enemies began.

After the Zhenjun Zhenjun Bingfeng Demon Monarch fled, the demon race's Imperial Guard instantly collapsed, and immediately after, the two great Wang Zu demon armies facing the Tu Mountain maid corps also collapsed in an instant.

Clan leaders abandoned their subordinates, demon monarchs abandoned demon kings, demon kings abandoned demon generals, fathers abandoned their sons, burning essence and blood—everything fell into chaos, as demon cultivators fled in every direction without regard for anything.

"Kill!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The three great armies of Tu Mountain were not thrown into the slightest disorder by this, still maintaining their tight military formations.

Streaks of wind, rain, thunder, and lightning sword qi, streaks of blazing sun sword qi, along with swarms of sun fire light, were hurled one after another into the densest clusters of demon cultivators.

Every time a legion's spell fell, it inevitably cleared a great swath of sky, within which demon cultivators' severed limbs and broken arms rained down without cease, either turning to ash or becoming charred charcoal.

In the sky, Hua Dong Xue Yu fell without cease, turning the world into one of blood.

In just that brief instant, the casualties inflicted numbered in the hundreds of thousands—greater than all the casualties from before added together!

"Kill!"

This hellish, blood-soaked scene, however, did not move any of the human cultivators in the slightest.

Every single soldier here was at least at Foundation Establishment realm—figures who in small clans could be called Old Ancestors—and none of them were young anymore; they had been through much, and were not green troops on the battlefield for the first time.

They executed the formation's orders mechanically and precisely, operating the battle array, sending out sword qi one after another, sending out Great Sun fire light one after another, bombarding without cease, bombarding without cease, as if there were no end at all.

This stretch of heaven and earth fell into a terrifying roaring and trembling, with the ground shaking and mountains quaking without stop, until finally even the Heaven-Demon God-Slaughtering Grand Array in the demon race's Northern Capital, left without any demon cultivator to oversee it, collapsed and shattered, losing its final layer of resistance.

The sky-darkening spells and sword qi explosions gradually settled, and the turbulent spiritual energy of heaven and earth slowly calmed.

Only now could many human cultivators spare the attention to look up at the sky.

They suddenly discovered that the sky was clean and empty, with not a single flying, scale-clad, armor-wearing, oviparous and metamorphosing demon cultivator remaining.

In their place, on the ground lay hundreds of thousands of corpses, blood flowing so profusely it could float shields, blood flowing into Chenghe, the earth a sheet of crimson, as if it were a hell on earth.

The elite great army of the Western Desert demon race that had invaded the Northern Plateau—

most of it was buried here!

"Disperse, by battalion, and continue the pursuit and slaughter!"

Hei Lou Xi commanded.

"Yes!"

"Army Commander!"

A million human cultivators thundered their assent, without the scramble for spoils that many demon cultivators had anticipated—fighting to the death over the various eye-catching heavenly materials and earthly treasures in the demon race's Northern Capital.

This had been extremely common among Northern Plateau cultivators in the past.

Heavenly materials

and earthly treasures meant Break Through Realm, meant extending one's lifespan, meant family glory, meant everything—no cultivator could resist.

But at this moment, countless human cultivators obeyed sternly, instantly splitting from the three great army formations into countless small battalions, each centered on a single Nascent Soul cultivator, their speed suddenly increasing by a large margin, as they pursued and slaughtered the demon monarchs and demon kings of the demon race who had luckily escaped to the heavens.

If by chance a cultivator could not control his greed and turned back to rush to the demon race's Northern Capital to plunder spoils, he would immediately be executed by a nearby superior officer.

If a superior officer could not restrain his greed, he would be surrounded and slain by nearby officers and his own subordinates together, almost unable to cause any chaos, and order would be restored in the blink of an eye.

"Demon monarch! A demon monarch's head!"

"Kill!"

The human Nascent Soul cultivators' eyes went red one by one, desperately pursuing and slaughtering all the fleeing demon race demon monarchs—especially those of the turtle clan, spider clan, stone-man clan, and other slower demon monarchs, who were the key targets.

Among those pursuing, the most frenzied were undoubtedly the sword cultivators of the Great Sun Long Sword Capital, for this concerned their own Dao.

Next were clan Master Dinghai Zhenjun like Yin Dao, who needed the heads of demon race demon monarchs to atone for their crimes—otherwise, a hundred years later, they would certainly be executed by Canghai Tianjun, with absolutely no possibility of surviving by luck.

And slaying demon race demon monarchs—there was no better opportunity than now, with all the demon monarchs' hearts in panic and their fighting spirit utterly gone.

If they missed this heaven-sent chance, then when they perished a hundred years later, they could blame no one else!

On the battlefield, a strange sight often appeared: a single human Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun, leading a cultivator battalion, would block a group of demon monarchs, and without a word, attack the slowest-moving demon monarch, while the other demon monarchs seized the chance to flee, not daring to linger at all.

Because if they delayed even slightly, dozens of human Master Dinghai Zhenjun would come in person at the head of cultivator battalions from behind!

Not to mention that the demon race belonged to various clans and would never sacrifice themselves for another—even if they would, after a slight delay, the result would be instant total annihilation, without any surprise.

The tragic, bloody pursuit of fleeing enemies unfolded across tens of thousands of li of grassland, with demon race demon monarchs constantly being caught up to, surrounded, and slain, unable to even escape with their divine souls.

The powerful physiques that demon race cultivators had always taken pride in now became a burden instead, far inferior to the human Master Dinghai Zhenjun's Nascent Souls in their ability to flee, covering a thousand li in an instant.

No matter how powerful their bodies, surrounded and slain by dozens of cultivators of the same realm, the result was total shattering—demon corpses collected by beaming human Master Dinghai Zhenjun, who were happier than if they had seen a pile of heavenly materials and earthly treasures.

This pursuit of fleeing enemies, spread across half the Northern Plateau, lasted for about a year before slowly coming to an end.

After this battle, the demon race's high-level cultivators left behind a great pile of corpses, almost all withdrawing from the Northern Plateau, leaving only many weak demon race members remaining in the Northern Plateau.

Their future fate went without saying.

The Zhenjun Zhenjun Bingfeng Demon Monarch, however, safely returned to the side of Zhenjun Zhenjun Bingyuan Tian Jun.

Human Master Dinghai Zhenjun had always been incomparably clever.

Apart from frenzied sword cultivators, generally no Master Dinghai Zhenjun would chase after this daughter of the demon race's Canghai Tianjun relentlessly, lest they invite unknown disaster.

However, this did not mean the Zhenjun Zhenjun Bingfeng Demon Monarch could act wantonly, using her status to do whatever she pleased.

Once she dared to appear openly, even if there were still hesitations in their hearts, human Master Dinghai Zhenjun would deploy great arrays to surround and utterly slay her, leaving no face at all.

The demon race's Canghai Tianjun was certainly terrifying, but the human race's Canghai Tianjun was no saint either, able to indulge her in disobeying orders on the battlefield and fishing in troubled waters.

"Mother, I beg you."

"Could you strike secretly just once—the old thief of Tu Mountain won't notice…"

The Zhenjun Zhenjun Bingfeng Demon Monarch, unwilling to accept it, pleaded.

This was her foundation, the demon race dynasty she had painstakingly built, into which she had poured a level of effort that others could hardly imagine; in the past she had always taken pride in it, believing that regardless of Soul Transformation, the Western Desert demon race dynasty's strength was the greatest of all generations.

Yet reality was so cold and cruel.

"Strike secretly just once…"

Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun sensed the faint, elusive aura of the sword intent of destruction surrounding her and let out a cold sneer.

She knew that the Human Race's Canghai Tianjun was also hesitating.

In terms of Soul Transformation potential, no one from the Human Race could compare to the Zhenjun Zhenjun Bingfeng Demon Lord, and a faint sword intent had already lingered upon her, locking onto her aura.

This foolish daughter knew nothing of it, yet was requesting that she act secretly on her behalf.

"Go back!"

Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun sighed: "The Human Race is a greedy race; the Western Desert will no longer be at peace from now on. You had best think about how to deal with the coming assault."

She departed with the Zhenjun Zhenjun Bingfeng Demon Lord.

(End of this chapter)