Chapter 2245: The Fall of the Beast Ancestor

The wounded all retreated into the city.

Upon the issuance of this order, some Human Race cultivators sprang into action, setting up treatment stations in the city, which were arranged in an orderly manner, providing a safe and comfortable environment for treating the wounded.

Members of all major factions also responded, unhesitatingly producing their cherished wound-healing pills, which had been meticulously refined and possessed potent healing effects.

Moreover, some Pill Masters personally stepped forward to treat everyone's injuries.

They employed superb pill-refining skills and rich experience, granting the wounded timely and effective treatment.

The Human Race side gradually regained its rhythm, and the originally chaotic situation began to be brought under control.

The fighting also proceeded more smoothly; the coordination among Human Race cultivators grew ever more tacit, and their attacks became more precise and powerful.

Especially on the frontline battlefield, under the leadership of experts from all major factions, the Human Race displayed formidable combat strength.

They were no longer merely passively resisting the beast horde's assaults; instead, they began to take the offensive, pushing the beast tide back.

The Human Race front line continually advanced toward the Wuji Shanmai, imposing tremendous pressure on the Beast Race.

Under the Human Race's counteroffensive, the Beast Race clearly struggled to hold up.

The endless waves of beasts charging forward were forced back, step by step, before the Human Race's mighty assault.

The Beast Race's offensive was effectively checked, and their morale suffered a severe blow.

"Charge out and exterminate these beasts."

The cries of Human Race experts rang out across the battlefield, their voices like thunderclaps, inspiring the fighting spirit of the Human Race cultivators.

Soon after, more Human Race experts responded in turn, their shouts rising and falling, echoing throughout the battlefield.

Meanwhile, the Teleportation Array Formation in the city never ceased, continuously sending more Human Race cultivators to the battlefield.

These newly arrived cultivators were full of vigor; they quickly joined the fight, injecting fresh strength into the Human Race's counteroffensive.

By this point in the battle, the situation had essentially settled, making any unexpected changes unlikely.

The Beast Race missed their sole possible chance to win, giving the Human Race enough time to react and organize an effective resistance.

Now, the Beast Race faces a dire situation; they not only struggle to advance, but are repeatedly forced to retreat by the Human Race.

Behind the Beast Race, that Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon exerted all its power to unleash its abilities.

Despite wave after wave of Beast Race members surging forward like a tide before it, it had already exhausted its utmost strength.

It manifested eight demonic shadows, each fully focused on refining the Beast Race's bloodline to enhance their combat power.

Thus, these Beast Race members could rush onto the battlefield in the shortest time and join the fight.

However, despite the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon's desperate efforts, its speed remained far inferior to that of the Human Race.

The Human Race's countermeasures were swift and effective, so the battlefield situation did not undergo a fundamental change due to the Beast Race's reinforcements.

Witnessing all this, the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon's heart filled with resentment and anger, and it could not help but curse.

"Damn it."

This Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon braved great danger to intrude into the Immortal Realm, certainly not to suffer the bitter fruit of defeat.

Given its strength and ability, it had originally been fully confident of inflicting heavy losses on the Human Race, yet now the defeat befell it and the Beast Race.

This huge contrast left it feeling profound regret and dejection.

The loss of this battle rendered the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon's intrusion into the Immortal Realm utterly meaningless.

Moreover, the many Beast Race beings nearby also began to entertain various different thoughts.

Especially the leaders among the Beast Race, who fully understood the situation, now gazed at this Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon with looks that faintly revealed a hint of hostility.

After all, this battle erupted solely because of the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon's seduction, prompting the Beast Ancestors to resolutely choose to take action.

Beforehand, this fellow had hyped the battle to the heavens, solemnly guaranteeing certain victory with no room for mishap.

Yet reality dealt them a resounding slap, as the situation underwent a stunning reversal, leaving the Beast Race completely at a disadvantage.

Looking again at this Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon, its current state is nothing less than a donkey at the end of its rope, utterly incapable of turning this defeat around.

The Beast Race, having been so beguiled by it, ultimately met this fate; naturally, the Beast Race leaders inevitably feel remorse.

It can be said without exaggeration that, at this very moment, every member of the Beast Race clearly knows that this battle holds no chance of victory, yet none of them wishes to confront this harsh reality head‑on.

After all, the consequences of defeat are something all Beast Race members are well aware of.

For now, all they are doing amounts to nothing more than a final death‑struggle.

Those Beast Race members with scarlet eyes and brimming killing intent, though fearless in heart, still rush blindly onto the battlefield like a swarm of headless flies.

Yet what substantive change could such behavior bring to the situation? At most it merely delays the onset of defeat a little.

All of this is merely futile; the fact the Beast Race refuses to acknowledge was ultimately laid bare a few days later by a world‑shaking beast howl.

This roar came from the Beast Race's ancestor—the Shou Shou—its voice echoing endless resentment and fear.

"Shou Shou..."

Upon hearing this roar, many Beast Race members instinctively turned their gaze toward its source; in an instant their faces turned ashen as paper, as if they had witnessed the end of the world.

A Shou Shou has fallen.

By now, even the Shou Shou has been slain in the battle—one can imagine the blow this deals to the Beast Race.

Those Beast Race members who remained sober and had not had their bloodline refined by that Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon instantly saw their morale plummet.

They felt utterly devoid of any fighting spirit.

The fall of the Shou Shou was, for countless Beast Race members, like the collapse of their faith.

With the Shou Shou dead on the battlefield, do they still have any chance of victory in this war?

"It's over, completely over."

"This battle is surely doomed to fail."

Indeed, from many Beast Race mouths one can hear those pessimistic mutterings, and some Beast Race members have already begun to tremble softly.

Conversely, on the Human Race side, upon learning that the Shou Shou had been slain, their morale soared, having already reached its peak.

Facing the beast horde before them, their eyes showed not a trace of fear, only intense fighting spirit.

Although these beast tribes are numerous, they are nothing but fish meat on the chopping board; sooner or later they can be slaughtered completely.