Chapter 3083: What Fear Is There in Battle?

Seeing Xu Jie full of confidence, those present didn't ask further.

For a battle of this scale, when the time comes on the battlefield, naturally everyone will have their own duties; only with mutual cooperation can there be a chance of victory.

At dinner that day, the middle-aged man successfully ate the food prepared by Ye Zhangqing.

Moreover, it was special treatment—he didn't need to fight for it; just walking in let him eat.

One bite brought tears to the middle-aged man's eyes; not easy— as a puppeteer, he too had a day to turn things around.

After dinner, Ye Zhangqing, Bai Hua Xianzi, and several women arrived at the spatial passage connecting to the Immortal Realm.

They came here to deliver food to Qī zǎi.

As a realm spirit, he cannot leave the Immortal Realm, but not being able to eat Ye Zhangqing's food every day truly makes him suffer.

Therefore, at this time each day, Ye Zhangqing can only come to deliver food.

While happily eating Ye Zhangqing's food, little Qī zǎi spoke with oil dripping from his mouth.

"Father, it's really delicious."

"Mm, if it's tasty, eat some more."

Ye Zhangqing smiled indulgently; this little rascal is indeed lovable, but with the battle imminent, he has many things he cannot attend to.

Although the primordial demon race is food material, they are also a formidable enemy.

The outcome of this battle determines who will end up as food; if they lose, the human race will become rations for these primordial demon races.

If they win, afterward everyone will be able to achieve freedom to use the primordial demon race as food.

At that time, keeping a portion and raising them directly would be sustainable development.

But all this presupposes victory; if they cannot even win, then naturally there's nothing more to say.

So after little Qī zǎi finished eating, Chen Mo smiled and spoke.

"Qī zǎi, starting tomorrow I won't be able to bring you food; the battle is imminent, concerning everyone's lives, I must also do my part. After the battle ends, I'll make food for you again."

Upon hearing this, little Qī zǎi was naturally unwilling, but he understood the priorities; he looked at Ye Zhangqing with a wronged expression, yet finally nodded and said.

"Okay, I'll wait for Father."

"Good."

Ye Zhangqing ruffled little Qī zǎi's head with a big hand and grinned.

Three days passed quickly; in the blink of an eye it was the ninth day, and now the primordial demon race was not far from the Immortal Realm.

If they went at full speed, they could arrive in a little over an hour.

However, obviously the demon race had no such intention; before the battle, they also needed to make full preparations.

Nevertheless, even if delayed, they would certainly be able to reach by tomorrow.

Tonight's dinner, everyone in the Immortal City Beyond the Heavens gets a share.

Moreover, those still remaining in the city are the true strong ones among the human race.

They are the main force against the primordial demon race; as for ordinary human cultivators, they have already returned to the Immortal Realm.

With their cultivation, facing the primordial demon race would be of little use.

Even against an ordinary primordial demon race member, they would likely have to pay a heavy price to manage to slay it.

Such a tactic of filling the ranks with human lives is clearly premature for now.

That is a method only to be employed when true survival is at stake.

Having considered it, all necessary preparations have been made; now it's only a matter of doing our best and leaving the rest to fate.

As for this meal, Ye Zhangqing prepared enough for an entire city's worth of people.

He started preparing two days in advance, with a host of Immortal Chefs helping.

The city set up dozens of food stations; people could choose freely, but each person received only one bowl.

Meanwhile, in the courtyard of the Heavenly Palace canteen, the place was also packed with people.

These people are the elders and sect masters of the major powers in the Immortal Realm, the elite of the human race.

They eat better, but tomorrow on the battlefield their responsibility will naturally be greater as well.

One could say that how these people in the courtyard perform tomorrow will entirely determine the outcome of the entire battle.

Whether they can block the demon race depends on those present.

Seated around large round tables, no one sat down; instead they all stood up straight.

Each held a cup of strong liquor, gazing ahead at Yue Linxian, Zhao Tianqing, Tianhe, Ye Zhangqing, and the others.

Standing at the forefront of the crowd, Yue Linxian swept his gaze over everyone, raised his wine cup high, and spoke.

"Everyone, tomorrow is the moment that will decide the life and death of our human race."

"Our human race rose from obscurity; generation after generation of predecessors used their own blood to gain a foothold here beyond the heavens, after which we ascended to become a primordial race."

"The changes of these years, you should all deeply feel; this is the qualitative transformation of our human race, our achievement, and the immortal path we have paved for future generations."

"But none of this is secure; perhaps tomorrow's battle will cause all these efforts to come to nothing, reducing our human race to the demon race's blood food."

"Therefore, tomorrow's battle is one that concerns the survival of our human race: victory brings a bright future and freedom to use food; defeat means everything comes to naught, with no place to bury the dead."

Yue Linxian spoke loudly, and at that moment the Heavenly Family elder below also shouted loudly.

"What does our human race have to fear in a battle?"

"What fear is there in battle?"

Upon hearing this, everyone followed suit—unable to avoid it and unwilling to dodge—so naturally they would fight.

Seeing this, Yue Linxian didn't waste words and immediately shouted.

"For our human race."

"For our human race."

Immediately, everyone present tilted their heads back and drained the strong liquor in their cups.

Everyone who ate this meal was very satisfied, and those who ate the various spiritual foods were dazzled.

After eating and drinking to their fill, everyone gradually dispersed; this pre-battle meal was meant to boost everyone's morale.

Tomorrow, facing the Demon Race, we truly are risking our lives.

Ye Zhangqing also returned to the residence with Bai Hua Xianzi and the other women; in the room, nobody rested, and Bai Hua Xianzi asked, somewhat worried.

"Husband, do you think we can win tomorrow?"

Without outsiders, the women also revealed their worries.

After all, even the Xiāntiān rénzú have been defeated, and even our own Immortal Realm has been captured, reduced to a desperate fugitive.

Although they, the Beyond the Heavens Human Race, are now also a primordial race, after all, their time is still short and their foundation shallow.

Compared to the Xiāntiān rénzú of the myriad heavens, they are actually still inferior.

So, how this battle will ultimately end, whether victory or defeat, nobody has any certainty in their hearts.

In response, Ye Zhangqing said with a smile.

"No matter what, this battle cannot be avoided, so we can only fight."

We don't know the outcome of victory or defeat, but what we can do is to exert our utmost effort, using every means we can, for the sake of victory.

Upon hearing this, Bai Hua Xianzi silently nodded.

That night, the Immortal City Beyond the Heavens was very quiet, as if all the people in the city had entered dreamland.

On the streets, not a single person could be seen; only the light shining from within the houses showed that there were people in the city.

On the eve of the great battle, there was actually nothing more to say; everything that needed to be said and planned had already been done earlier, all that remained was to wait until tomorrow to act.

As for this battle, without the help of the Barbarian God Tribe, there is only a group of Feather God Tribe experts, and their own Human Race.