Chapter 109: Du Zi'e; The Battle Beneath the City Wall!

"I regret to inform you that you are already dead."

Ye Ling's voice sounded nonchalant, instantly spreading through the surroundings and falling into the ears of the Green Double-Blade Demon before him.

"How is this possible, a mere human..." the Green Double-Blade Demon shouted with disdain, but just then, it looked down at its own chest, where the blood-filled, gaping wound instantly left the Green Double-Blade Demon frozen in place, looking at Ye Ling with an expression of surprise.

It wanted to say something.

But? It had no words to speak.

A Magic Crystal is like a human heart; humans cannot live without a heart, and when the Demon Race or Magic Beasts lose their Magic Crystal, they also die on the spot.

That member of the Demon Race also perished on the spot, turning into nothingness, no longer appearing.

Completely perished.

It fell straight down, with no other possibility.

Watching this scene, Yang Wenying was instantly stunned on the spot, a flash of surprise crossing his eyes; he did not look at that Green Double-Blade Demon, but instead stared blankly at Ye Ling before him, his eyes filled with genuine astonishment.

"Are you alright, Brother Wenying?" Ye Ling put away the corpse of this Green Double-Blade Demon, stepped forward, and asked while looking at Yang Wenying before him.

"Brother, I kept forgetting to ask your name earlier, I was only thinking about getting you over here quickly," Yang Wenying said with a bitter smile. "Can you tell me now? Your name?"

"Ye Ling," Ye Ling replied with a smile.

"Ye Ling?" Yang Wenying was stunned for a moment, then realized: "So you are the genius who came this year and was able to defeat my younger brother across age groups."

"He had mentioned you to me before, but I didn't believe it; I didn't expect it to really be you."

"He is currently only at the same level as me; I originally thought he was already monstrous enough, but I didn't expect you to be much stronger," Yang Wenying said, marveling as he looked at Ye Ling before him.

"Younger brother?" Ye Ling asked in confusion. "Yang Wenzhao?"

"Yes, I am Wenzhao's cousin; we are of the same generation," Yang Wenying shrugged, then drew his sword and hunted down a member of the Demon Race charging from the side on the spot.

"Let's go, let's find General Du first; he should be able to give us instructions."

Just as Yang Wenying's voice fell, a strange light emerged from the side, a Light Blade appeared, carrying a trace of maple leaf light, continuously emerging and landing on those members of the Demon Race, causing them to die instantly.

Turning into nothingness.

Seeing this, Yang Wenying couldn't help but laugh: "Speak of the devil, this General Du really knows how to time things."

Soon, a handsome and resolute-looking young man in red clothes walked over holding a Glorious Grade long blade, a trace of surprise in his eyes as he looked at Yang Wenying and shouted: "Wenying, what happened?"

Yang Wenying turned to look and saluted: "General Du."

"What is with this 'General' nonsense? Didn't I tell you all not to call me that long ago?" The newcomer looked helpless and asked curiously: "But what exactly happened?"

"I could sense that there seemed to be a battle just now, but what exactly happened? Everything was over by the time I arrived."

"This is a point I need to tell you about," Wenying said with a smile on his lips, turning to introduce him: "This is Ye Ling, the genius Knight who was first in the Youth Knight Competition three years ago."

Then he introduced him to Ye Ling: "Ye Ling, this is General Du, Du Zi'e, a Division Commander of Zhen Nan Guan, a Sixth Rank Battle Sect."

"Hello, General Du," Ye Ling stepped forward and smiled.

The military ranks of the Temple Alliance from low to high are: Squad Leader commanding twenty people, Squadron Leader commanding one hundred, Battalion Commander commanding five hundred, Regiment Commander commanding one thousand five hundred, Division Commander commanding three battalions, and Legion Commander commanding three divisions.

Further up are the Military Chiefs of the various Temple military departments, and the Commander-in-Chief of the entire Holy Alliance.

And to be able to step into the position of Division Commander with a mere Sixth Rank status is enough to show the terrifying military achievements of Du Zi'e before him.

"Don't listen to Wenying's nonsense, there is no need to call me General Du; how can a Division Commander be considered a general?" Du Zi'e said with a bitter smile.

However, he also stepped forward, reached out his hand, shook Ye Ling's hand, and said: "I have heard of your reputation before; seeing you today, you are indeed extraordinary."

After speaking, Du Zi'e assumed an appreciative posture.

"Thank you," Ye Ling smiled, then looked up at the sky: "Please, General Du, take us to the main battlefield; we can discuss everything else after this war ends."

"Naturally, naturally!" Soon, the group of five began to move.

Yang Wenying and Du Zi'e walked at the very front, while Ye Ling and the other two walked at the back, keeping a distance.

Li Xin could notice that Ye Ling's complexion was not very good.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

"Why are you like this after only walking for a little while?"

"Were you injured just now?" Li Xin asked, looking at Ye Ling with great confusion.

"That's not it, it's just a bit hot," Ye Ling shook his head: "Although I reached an agreement with Senior Electrolux, his Eternal Melody is still too prone to following its instincts."

"What do you mean?" Li Xin asked in confusion.

"After I just stepped onto the battlefield, it started to continuously absorb the surrounding Soul Power to nourish itself, as if it is self-repairing."

"At first, it was just some Second Rank or Third Rank souls, so I didn't feel much, but now the feeling is quite significant. After all, the Green Double-Blade Demon I just killed was Fifth Rank. Although its Soul Power doesn't seem very strong to me, when added to the ordinary members of the Demon Race from before, it does give a feeling of a spark starting to evolve," Ye Ling explained.

He felt somewhat helpless.

Li Xin: "..."

"Can you go in and talk to that Senior Electrolux now?"

Hearing Li Xin's question, Ye Ling shook his head: "The battlefield is unpredictable, so naturally that won't work."

"Moreover, according to the response the Eternal Tower gave me, it can sense a terrifying soul-type aura continuously approaching. That aura makes it feel a great sense of crisis, so it keeps absorbing external Soul Power."

Hearing this, Li Xin's expression changed suddenly.

This situation is not simple.

"The specific situation is not yet clear, there is no need to jump to conclusions so quickly."

"Let's go over and take a look first; don't scare yourself, that is not a good thing."

Ye Ling said as such.

Just then, they arrived at their destination, which was a city tower. Inside, one could see many terrifying powerhouses; the weakest among them were at the peak of the Fourth Rank or the Fifth Rank level. There were even many Mithril Knights and Gold Knights listening to the orders of the person in the middle and continuously moving toward the surroundings.

Watching this scene, every existence present felt a surge of heroism.

And stepping forward to investigate, one could discover that the person was an old acquaintance, Han Yu's father, Han Zhige!

"Lord Saint Knight Chief," Du Zi'e stepped forward and saluted immediately.

"It's little Du. Next, you—" Han Zhige instinctively intended to assign a mission. Although he possessed formidable strength, as the Saint Knight Chief, his primary goal and requirement during the early stages of the war was to arrange troops and manage everything.

He could not afford any chaos; if he were to go to the battlefield and cause chaos, then there would truly be chaos.

Upon seeing Du Zi'e, he instinctively intended to arrange something, but after seeing Yang Wenying behind Du Zi'e, and Ye Ling and the others behind her, his eyes could not help but light up: "Eh, Ye Ling, Lingxi, Li Xin, why are you three here?"

"Having achieved success in our cultivation, we should naturally serve our country. Please, Senior Han—oh no, Lord Saint Knight Chief, issue your orders."

"Given your importance to the Holy Alliance, I should have had you leave at the first opportunity." Han Zhige shook his head, but suddenly a flash of light crossed his eyes, and he shouted: "However, as the Saint Knight Chief, I am very satisfied that you have this heart and initiative!"

"Next, you will temporarily merge into little Du's division, fight alongside them, and give it your all!" Han Zhige shouted, a glimmer of light passing through his eyes, clearly extremely satisfied.

Hearing this, a smile appeared on Ye Ling's face, and together with Li Xin and Long Lingxi beside him, they performed a Knight salute and said: "We will certainly not fail our mission."

Having said that, they turned around together, looked toward Du Zi'e's position, and said: "We will be staying with you for now, General Du. Please don't mind us."

"As long as you don't mind me."

"After all, my division—oh no, the legion my division belongs to—what it requires is not simple..."

Du Zi'e smiled bitterly: "It's fine for me, but I don't know about you."

"How so?" Ye Ling asked, puzzled.

"Next, the legion I am in is led by a Mithril Knight, directly descending from the city wall to kill the Demon Race at the fastest speed, but the danger level is far greater than on the city wall."

"You are true geniuses, the absolute top-tier powerhouses of the future Holy Alliance. I don't know why Knight Chief Han would let you come down to fight to the death as well."

Du Zi'e felt somewhat helpless.

He did not mean to look down on Ye Ling and the others, but in his view, such geniuses who had not appeared for a long time were existences cultivated in secret by the Holy Alliance, whose lives were meant to be protected.

How could they be allowed to fight so desperately now? Hearing this, Ye Ling's expression sank; not only him, but Li Xin and Long Lingxi beside him were the same, and they said in unison: "General Du, could it be that you think we are merely hothouse flowers?"

"That's not it." Du Zi'e clearly saw that he had said the wrong thing, and just shook his head: "It was just a few words of conversation on the way."

As soon as his voice fell, he stopped his steps and arrived at a spot on the city wall. There was a squad of people there, belonging to Du Zi'e's division, which included all six major professions, though there were mostly warriors.

Seeing Du Zi'e return, they simply acknowledged the military order, rose one after another, and then leaped high toward the ground below, stepping onto the Demon Race.

They could not simply jump down from the hundred-meter-high city wall, but with the Demon Race as a cushion, combined with their clearly high level of experience, everyone landed together without any injuries.

"Can you go down, Brother Ye?" Du Zi'e turned his head to look at Ye Ling beside him and asked.

"No problem." Having said that, a strange light emerged from his body, and the next moment a pair of Spirit Wings appeared behind him. A moment later, the same happened behind Li Xin, and she immediately picked up Long Lingxi.

In this state, the three of them jumped off the city wall instantly.

Within a few seconds, they landed steadily, looked at each other, stood in silence, took out their weapons, and equipped their armor. They instantly rushed toward the positions of those Demon Race, and with every sword strike, they harvested the lives of countless Demon Race.

"Strong." Just now, when fighting the Green Double-Blade Demon, Du Zi'e hadn't seen anything, but now he saw it.

Moreover, it was not just Ye Ling, but also Long Lingxi and Li Xin.

The terrifying strength of the three appeared in Du Zi'e's eyes. Even the youngest, Long Lingxi, that cute little girl, now had no possibility of fearing battle.

Instead, she maintained a steady form amidst the battle, fighting continuously.

Let alone at Long Lingxi's age, even for those in their twenties or thirties on such an explosive battlefield of slaughter, one would estimate that their mentality would have long since collapsed, let alone doing this.

This could not help but make Du Zi'e full of curiosity about them.

Moreover, they had actually used Spirit Wings just now.

As everyone knows, Spirit Wings are one of the exclusive transformations of Sixth Rank powerhouses. There had truly never been an existence in the Holy Alliance who could use Spirit Wings before reaching the Sixth Rank, but they were the exception.

Du Zi'e was extremely curious about this point.

He did not immediately throw himself into the battlefield, but instead watched Ye Ling and the others from the side.

Two pairs of Spirit Wings descended with light, instantly attracting countless Demon Race in the vicinity. Although no top-tier powerhouses had arrived, the Third Rank Demon Race were already the lowest in strength, and they were accompanied by many Fourth Rank Demon Race rushing toward the three of them.

However, mere Third and Fourth Rank Demon Race were not even enough to fill the gaps in Long Lingxi's teeth, let alone Ye Ling and Li Xin.

Now they also moved instantly, fighting continuously, and in a flash, countless Demon Race fell at their hands.

Among all the existences that had come down, their three-person squad could completely be said to be the most stable when it came to killing existences of the Third Rank level.

The tacit understanding the three had built over these years far exceeded others; those Demon Race were simply no match for them.

Under their continuous charging and killing, the rest of their colleagues even felt quite a bit of relief; after all, the pressure had been greatly reduced, which was quite good.

It was just that this also attracted the attention of many Demon Race. Quite a few Demon Race specifically went to attack Ye Ling's position, but the final result was also very obvious; as they kept retreating while fighting, they could not even cause any damage to the three.

There were countless Humans watching from around, constantly helping, constantly easing the pressure, constantly increasing, but the evaluation of the three was extremely high.

"What level of existence are those three?"

"Such young appearances? Can they really possess such terrifying strength?"

However, Ye Ling and the others were not simple either. At least when Ye Ling used his First Spiritual Skill, Angel Light Shield, a powerful Eight-Eyed Warlock was actually able to break his defense directly... "Brother Ye Ling, that Mo Yan Shu Shi."

"What do you plan to do?"

"We are able to output continuously here because of your Angel Light Shield. If this is consumed by long-range attacks, the possibility of losses will be quite high," Long Lingxi asked.

A flash of sharp light crossed Ye Ling's eyes, and he shouted: "Simple!"

"Just take care of it directly!"

(End of this chapter)