Chapter 111: Inspiring the People, Myriad Races Retreat!

Today, Daxia's Su Yu, having slain the Demon Race Bright Moon, congratulates the Human Race!

Su Yu's mighty voice resonated across the entire battlefield.

In an instant, it attracted everyone's attention.

What? Slay a Bright Moon?

How is that possible?

First, it provoked a wave of doubtful voices.

But when the shattered body of the Demon Race Bright Moon came into view, everyone's pupils violently trembled.

It was as if an earthquake had occurred.

For a moment, countless battles came to a halt.

They stared fixedly at the space before Su Yu.

That pitch-black Demon Race inner core nurtured terrifying power.

And that inner core was, in fact, the inner core of the Demon Race Bright Moon!

Instantly, whether they were Martial Artists of the Qi Blood Realm or Bright Moon Grand Masters,

they all fell silent.

This is the sole Bright Moon Realm powerhouse to have fallen on the battlefield.

Moreover, that Demon Race Bright Moon was no ordinary Bright Moon; know that Demon Race Bright Moon powerhouses are absolutely top-tier among peers of the same realm.

Even when facing Great Sun Realm powerhouses of other races, they still possess the strength to fight.

However, today,

it actually fell at the hands of a Human Race heavenly pride who had just entered the Golden Body stage.

In an instant, the morale of the Myriad Races' powerhouses plummeted to the lowest point.

Above the clouds, Wang Long stared dumbfounded at all of this.

But soon, as if thinking of something, his eyes rolled.

He suddenly let out a loud shout.

Today, I, the heavenly pride of Jiangnan Sheng, having slain the Demon Race Bright Moon, congratulate Jiangnan and congratulate Daxia!

Hearing Wang Long, that old fool, shouting wildly, Zhao Qing and Xiong Heng beside him twitched the corners of their mouths.

Good grief, afraid that others wouldn't know Su Yu is from their Jiangnan Sheng.

Congratulating Daxia would have been enough, but they insisted on adding Jiangnan before Daxia's congratulations.

Damn thing!

Both felt contempt in their hearts.

But, in the current situation, having good morale is undoubtedly a shot in the arm for Daxia.

The two also spoke up.

Today, the Human Race's heavenly pride, having slain the Demon Race Bright Moon, congratulates Daxia!

Accompanied by the words of the three Human Race Bright Moon Grand Masters, in an instant the morale of all Daxia Martial Artists was ignited at this moment.

They roared angrily in unison.

Damn you, Myriad Races scum! Our Daxia has such a heavenly pride—how dare you invade!

For a moment, the sound wave of the Human Race Martial Artists overwhelmed the entire battlefield's noise.

On the city wall, Dong Buwei and Liu Kuang, responsible for the city's safety, were also extremely excited.

They shouted loudly.

Hengcheng's heavenly pride Su Yu, having slain the Demon Race Bright Moon, congratulates Hengcheng!

Hengcheng, which had originally been mired in fear, upon hearing the voices of Dong Buwei and Liu Kuang,

it was as if a light had completely dispelled the darkness and fear in their hearts.

Some felt nothing but endless excitement.

Did you see? That's the genius who emerged from our Hengcheng!

Hahaha, my Hengcheng could actually produce such a monster—my Hengcheng has nothing to worry about!

Countless Hengcheng commoners voiced heartfelt praise.

They are merely ordinary folk; they don't know what talent is or what combat strength is.

But they know that the strong who emerge from Hengcheng can protect them.

That's enough!

In a corner of the battlefield.

Wu Ming stroked his severed arm, gazing toward Su Yu's direction, and a smile crept onto his wrinkled face.

Good child!

Meanwhile, the Divine Race Bright Moon and Immortal Race Bright Moon, who were entangled with Zhao Qing and the others, had even uglier expressions.

This second wave brought in their three Bright Moon Realm experts.

And how long has it been?

In just one or two hours, one has fallen.

Know that, even in the Myriad Races battlefield, a Bright Moon Grand Master powerhouse is equivalent to a pillar of the middle stream.

Realms above Marquis see little combat.

Most battles are still between Grand Master powerhouses.

The fall of a Bright Moon Grand Master would even cause the Demon Race to feel heartache for a while.

Without the shackles of the Demon Race Bright Moon Grand Master, Wang Long charged straight into the battlefield.

He did not choose to join Zhao Qing and Xiong Heng in slaying the Bright Moon of the Immortal and Divine races.

Naturally it would be good to slay those two, but for this battle, delaying is the best strategy.

And the only way to achieve that delay is:

That is to make the myriad races suffer a painful blow!

Only then will they withdraw their troops and await the opening of the next wave of the Myriad Races Passage.

And they also have enough time to wait for reinforcements from the southern headquarters.

A Bright Moon Grand Master enters the battlefield; even if he is a novice Bright Moon Grand Master or a wounded one, no one can stop Wang Long.

At this moment, Wang Long is like a wolf king charging into a flock of sheep.

Frenzied slaughter.

Merely taking a step causes numerous Golden Body Realm and even Flying Heaven Realm myriad-race powerhouses to fall.

Even their inner cores are completely shattered.

In an instant, the Daxia martial artists who had fallen into a disadvantage, with Wang Long's help, rose in morale and actually slew one-third of the myriad-race powerhouses.

Above the firmament, the pupils of the two Bright Moon powerhouses of the Divine and Immortal races constricted.

The Immortal race's Bright Moon let out a loud shout.

"Retreat!"

He roared angrily.

Already one-third of the strong have been slain; if they do not retreat, with Wang Long present, those myriad-race powerhouses below Grand Master level will be completely killed—it's merely a matter of time.

Following the Immortal race's Bright Moon speaking, those myriad-race powerhouses who had already been slain and discarded their armor and helmets fled the battle one after another.

They rushed toward the Myriad Races Passage as if they didn't care about their lives.

Su Yu's eyes narrowed slightly.

The demon-slaying blade in his hand flashed with a dark light, and streaks of blade energy surged forth.

Slaying those myriad-race powerhouses who were fleeing.

Their inner cores were then stored inside the space ring.

Shortly after, with the royal-race powerhouses retreating, the battlefield was left with only the human race—and those with severed limbs and broken arms.

Blood stained the entire battlefield.

Above the firmament, the Bright Moon powerhouses of the Divine and Immortal races repelled Zhao Qing and the other, their eyes gloomy beyond measure.

"Human race, excellent! I hope that when it opens for the third time, you can still laugh so happily!"

Having said that, he let out a cold snort and flew toward the Myriad Races Passage.

Zhao Qing and Xiong Heng laughed heartily and also did not intercept.

They could block the two from entering the battlefield, but not to the point of killing them.

It would be better to leave some time for rest and adjustment of condition.

Waiting for the start of the third wave of invasion.

The two glanced at the Myriad Races Passage and returned to Hengcheng.

In this battle, accompanied by Su Yu slaying a demon-race Bright Moon powerhouse, the human race achieved a great victory in this campaign.

Although the human race also suffered losses, compared to the myriad races' losses, it was merely a minor witch seeing a great witch.

And all of this was because of one person.

Su Yu!