Chapter 830

The summit of Blood Prison Mountain.

A transparent glazed skybridge protruded hundreds of zhang from the cliff edge.

Pei Feng, dressed in military attire, stood at the forefront edge of the skybridge, looking down upon the chaotic scene across Blood Prison Mountain.

Dozens of girls, tall and short, slender and plump, all beautiful and lovely, stood dazedly behind Pei Feng, each holding gold, jade, or glazed platters laden with dozens of rare wines, exotic fruits, and even dragon liver and phoenix marrow, leopard lips and camel hump—exquisite delicacies taken from great demons whose cultivation neared the Divine Realm.

Pei Feng cupped an antiquely shaped wine goblet in both hands, sipping the fragrant, rich liquor.

As for the big and small demons of Blood Prison Mountain causing chaos, Pei Feng thought little of them.

Those castles were built by Sui Dynasty craftsmen captured by Blood Prison; seeing the orderly layout of the city districts and the sturdy walls, it was clear these chaotic big and small demons could not have accomplished such work.

Blood Prison Mountain, and indeed the entire Western Demon Country, is strong in power but backward in civilization.

The demon tribes under Blood Prison Mountain still maintain a primitive lifestyle of eating raw flesh and drinking blood, living under the sky and on the ground.

A sharp horn sounded far away; Pei Feng waved her right hand, spreading a vast black mist, and with a simple Myriad Mile Circular Light Technique, she saw the real-time scene of Blood Prison Mountain's outermost perimeter.

Rank after rank of Sui Dynasty border troops formed neat formations, dust rising as they advanced toward Blood Prison Mountain.

Blood Prison Mountain is the nearest strategic foothold of the Western Demon Country to the Sui Dynasty's western border; here lie natural deadly restrictions. Unless one possesses the cultivation of a King God, no one can fly freely in the vicinity of Blood Prison Mountain.

The Sui Dynasty border troops could only march in formation; those mighty warships were utterly useless around Blood Prison Mountain.

The neat, brightly armored Sui Dynasty formation advanced step by step; the gates of the nearest castles flung open, and droves of stout mountain rats like cattle, thick-as-water-tank giant snakes, and mad dogs drooling viscous saliva charged out, shouting and cursing as they slammed into the formation.

The Sui Dynasty border troops raised their heavy shields; shield after shield formed a line, emitting blinding light that fused together, swiftly forming a light‑shield wall about a hundred zhang high and ten zhang thick.

An endless sea of mountain rats crashed into the light shield, instantly bursting heads and blood, dazed and dark. Wave after wave of rats surged forward, piling rat upon rat, quickly stacking tens of zhang thick before the light‑shield wall.

From behind the Sui Dynasty formation came a piercing whistle as countless arrows fell like a dark cloud, engulfing the charging rats, snakes, and dogs. The sharp arrows easily pierced these little demons' bodies, riddling them with holes and spraying blood everywhere.

Behind the light shield, countless spears flashed with cold light, their tips shooting streams of light that shredded the little demons before the shield into fragments.

Within the Sui Dynasty formation, a high tower rose slowly, and a general clad in gold armor stood atop it, shouting coldly.

"By order of the God Emperor, seize the master of Blood Prison Mountain and the fugitive Pei Feng from Ink Bamboo Field… Surrender at once, or my dynasty's army will raze your homes and scatter your souls—do not utter a single complaint."

Pei Feng narrowed her eyes, gazing at the silhouette of the gold‑armored general within the black mist.

The Sui Dynasty's investigative speed was still quite astonishing.

They had ascertained that the master of Blood Prison Mountain was the culprit behind the attack on Ink Bamboo Field, and furthermore, through some unknown channel, they discovered that the Blood Prison Mountain master had 'abducted' Pei Feng from Ink Bamboo Field.

Ink Bamboo Field was an enterprise of Feng Rong, in which he placed some trusted aides to handle the military affairs of the War Machine Hall for him.

From this perspective, Pei Feng is indeed a 'fugitive' of the Sui Dynasty's War Machine Hall.

When Ink Bamboo Field was attacked, the Sui Dynasty reacted like a provoked tyrannosaurus, mobilizing massive forces for a retaliatory strike against the Western Demon Country; the Western Demon Country had long been prepared, and the Sui border troops' ambush suffered losses without gaining any advantage.

What Pei Feng did not expect was that the Sui Dynasty likewise had an insider in the Western Demon Country; a huge Sui border force unexpectedly bypassed the Western Demon Country's frontier fortifications and appeared directly before Blood Prison Mountain.

This million‑strong elite border force advanced slowly, while those little demons of Blood Prison Mountain…

Seeing their previous habit of mutually preying on and slaughtering each other in chaos, Pei Feng worried whether they could truly withstand the Sui border troops.

Castle after castle gates swung open; hordes of little demons screamed as they rushed out.

Inside and out, Blood Prison Mountain boasted hundreds of large and small castles, with countless varieties of strange demon tribes, too many to count.

Like a tide, the little demons surged toward the Sui formation, only to be cut down utterly by the well‑equipped, skilled in spellcraft, mighty in divine abilities, and well‑trained Sui border troops, as if harvesting scallions.

Soon, the edge of the outermost Blood River on Blood Prison Mountain truly ran red, torrents of blood flowing chaotically across the ground, ultimately all swallowed whole by that turbulent, peril‑filled Blood River.

The bloody stench of the Blood River instantly grew stronger.

"The Sui Dynasty's gold‑armored general snorted coldly: 'Stubborn resistance, utterly clueless… Master of Blood Prison Mountain, this time I will make you know how foolish it is to offend the dignity of the Sui Dynasty.'"

"The God Emperor is furious—wash your neck clean and await death!"

The high tower came down with a clatter, and the gold‑armored general returned to the formation.

Within the vast formation, array masters hurriedly erected a grand formation; in just a quarter hour, the Sui border troops had slain nearly a million little demons, and the grand formation inside the ranks was completed.

Columns of light shot up to the sky, and more Sui border troops streamed through the transfer array, arriving incessantly before Blood Prison Mountain.

"Blood Prison sister… are you just letting these little demons rush off to die like that?" Pei Feng frowned, snapped her head back, and let out a light cry toward the dazed Blood Prison, who sat atop the hall on the mountain peak.

"What, it doesn't matter… no matter how many die, they can't birth more than they kill. Rest assured, no matter how many times they've attacked Blood Prison Mountain, they've never so much as touched a single hair of mine."

Blood Prison chuckled 'hehehe': 'Pei Feng sis, don't worry—my Western Demon Country differs from the Eastern Demon Realm, Southern Ghost Country, and Northern Monster Country; our youths may lack other talents, but we can reproduce.'

As if to prove Blood Prison's words, behind a Blood River, in a castle, hundreds of mother wolf‑spiders the size of mountains crawled out slowly. Their huge abdomens frenetically expanded and contracted, then vast sheets of fist‑sized spider eggs spewed forth like a downpour.

These semi‑transparent spider eggs trembled in the wind; their shells instantly burst, spraying fluid, and countless wolf‑spiders the size of human heads crawled out.

These wolf‑spiders darted forward with light steps, their limbs covered in fine fuzz; they even skimmed across the perilous Blood River with ease.

An endless sea of wolf‑spiders surged toward the Sui formation.

These wolf‑spiders reached the piles of slain little demons and began to gorge themselves, feasting without restraint.

Their aura surged rapidly; from the initial strength of the Sensing Mystery Realm at birth, after eating some flesh, drinking some blood, and breathing the rich ambient essence of Blood Prison Mountain, these head‑sized wolf‑spiders had swollen to the size of water tanks.

Their aura also stabilized at the level of the Life Pool Realm.

The wolf‑spiders that could not surge forward rushed in a dark mass toward the Sui formation; these water‑tank‑sized wolf‑spiders could leap up over a hundred zhang high with a single bound, easily clearing the Sui formation's light‑shield wall ahead.

Then their bodies exploded violently.

The self‑detonation of Life Pool Realm little demons was truly terrifying, spraying vast amounts of viscous bodily fluids mixed with toxin, while large expanses of sticky spider webs unfurled with a whoosh across a wide area.

The regular soldiers of the Sui border troops were not as formidable as the Sui elite guards; they could not all be of Inferior God cultivation.

Every Sui border soldier was a proper Fetal Storage Realm elite, equipped with proper spiritual arms.

Even so, facing countless wolf‑spiders leaping up to self‑detonate, large numbers of Sui border troops screamed as they were blown apart, drenched in various toxins, and the frontline shield‑bearers fell in droves.

The light shield was shattered, and a countless, dark mass of wolf‑spiders lunged forward.

They had no divine abilities, no spells—only sharp limbs and frenzied feeding… at the slightest attack, these newly born wolf‑spiders would frenziedly self‑destruct.

On average, the self‑destruction of ten wolf‑spiders could effectively wound one Sui border soldier.

On average, the self‑destruction of a hundred wolf‑spiders could effectively kill one Sui border soldier.

An endless sea of spider‑spiders surged forward, tearing, scratching, then self‑destructing… the Sui border troops' neat formation ended up looking as if gnawed by dogs, with gaps appearing everywhere.

The ground beside the Blood River writhed, and hundreds of giant cockroaches crawled out.

Their huge wings unfurled, bearing countless fist-sized cockroach eggs that looked scalp‑tinglingly dense, hanging thickly beneath them.

Accompanied by a piercing shriek, countless cockroach eggs sprayed from beneath their wings, along with splashing viscous fluid and a strange odor spreading; innumerable cockroaches the size of washbasins hatched instantly, silent and fearless, charging toward the Flame Dynasty formation.

Just like those wolf spiders, these newly hatched cockroaches had no supernatural abilities, no spells; their sole advantage was fearlessness and thick hides. They madly charged the Flame Dynasty border troops' formation, devouring everything they could chew along the way.

The corpses of the slain little demons—from hair to flesh, bones to viscera, even blood‑stained soil, the bodily fluids and venom left by exploding wolf spiders, and the white spiderwebs—were all devoured clean by these cockroaches.

Their growth rate surpassed that of the wolf spiders; their bodies swelled rapidly, soon reaching the size of a square table.

Their carapaces were half a foot thick; ordinary spirit weapons striking them left only a shallow groove. Undeterred, they surged forward, slamming onto the Flame Dynasty border soldiers and began spewing corrosive mucus before frenziedly gnawing.

'Crack, crack, crack!'

Gnawing away your armor, your flesh, your bones.

When one cockroach was killed, more crawled up. They devoured the dead cockroach's flesh, grew quickly, and continued charging forward, devouring everything they encountered.

A buzzing sound came from the air as swarms of flies and mosquitoes, each a gigantic creature hundreds of feet long, drifted slowly over. Their swollen abdomens convulsed violently, spewing countless fly and mosquito eggs; the sky filled with wash‑basin‑sized newly hatched flies and mosquitoes buzzing about……

More swarms of rats, snakes, ants, wolves, and dogs charged forward in chaotic disorder.

Hisses, wails, and the thunderous booms of self‑detonations……

The wolf spiders kept exploding wildly, killing themselves and foes, and blasting nearby swarms of cockroaches, flies, mosquitoes, rats, snakes, ants, wolves, and dogs into bloody pulp……

Everything devolved into utter chaos.

A black‑pressing mass of little demons surrounded the vast Flame Dynasty formation, risking their lives to attack with instinct, wildly assaulting the formation.

When their density reached a certain point…… a world‑shaking mana surge erupted from within the Flame Dynasty formation, lightning flashing across the sky, countless raindrops condensing into ice crystals that turned into sharp icicles falling from heaven, sweeping thickly over the battlefield.

Moreover, a hurricane swept up terrifying spirit‑flame across the battlefield; wherever it passed, innumerable little demons were burned to ashes.

A massive bed‑crossbow burst forth blinding beams, shattering the massive bodies of cockroaches, wolf spiders, flies, and mosquitoes one after another. Accompanied by shrill wails, the density of Blood Prison Mountain's little demons on the battlefield plummeted dramatically.

The Flame Dynasty formation slowly pressed forward.

Beside the Blood River, Flame Dynasty mages chanted incantations, earthen bridges arched across the river, and troops of Flame Dynasty border soldiers crossed the first Blood River in groups along those bridges.

Pei Feng shook his head: 'Amazing talent, but why such chaos? Blood Prison Sis, if I were to train the underlings of Blood Prison Mountain a bit…… perhaps their combat strength could be far greater than now.'

Xueyu stared at Pei Feng in astonishment: 'You can drill troops? Such a boring thing—do you even understand it?'

Pei Feng gave Xueyu a dark look: 'Blood Prison Sis, I come from a military family…… drilling troops is a skill I got beaten into me by my father since childhood.'

Xueyu clapped her hands and laughed loudly: 'Hahaha, you can drill troops? Fine then—hand over all these good‑for‑nothings of Blood Prison Mountain to me…… well, the disobedient ones, I'll just toss them straight into the soup pot……'

Xueyu's body swayed, and a blood‑colored peacock feather flew from her, landing in Pei Feng's hand.

'Take this—it's one of my lifeblood feathers, the supreme command token of Blood Prison Mountain…… Sis, just go ahead and act freely…… tsk, to be honest, every time I see this bunch of little demons fighting in such a messy jumble……'

Xueyu's stunning, otherworldly face twitched as she snorted coldly: 'It's not that I'm sad they died; it's just embarrassing…… those idiots of the Flame Dynasty, ganging up to fight our demon nation's little demons, have been mocking us for years.'

No sooner had Xueyu finished speaking than a frantic clamor rose from near the second Blood River of Blood Prison Mountain.

Hundreds of jet‑black, single‑horned venomous dragons madly spewed poisonous wind and water, turning into a toxic downpour that washed over the entire battlefield.

Of the Flame Dynasty border troops with formation defenses, only about two or three hundred were killed.

But this hysterical, frantic swarm of venomous dragons, with their deadly poisonous rain, cleanly wiped out millions of Blood Prison Mountain's little demons across a battlefield spanning hundreds of li.

Pei Feng weakly patted his forehead.

Xueyu's face darkened, then flushed red; she gave a dry laugh and turned away outright.

'Out of sight, out of mind…… these fools…… even Xueyu can do nothing about them.'

Pei Feng drew a deep breath, gazed at the advancing Flame Dynasty border troops, and a stern, lethal aura of the battlefield spread from her.

Flame Dynasty…… the enemy!

Facing the enemy—especially an unprecedentedly strong one—Pei Feng, born into the military lineage of the Divine State of Great Jin, felt her fighting spirit soar.