Chapter 133: A Single Glance, Willing to Die

Almost at the same moment the man wearing the Daoist robe stepped into the Demon Battlefield, the entire Demon Battlefield shook violently.

Monstrous Demon Qi surged into the sky.

Black-red flames ignited beneath the remains of the various Human Race experts.

The remains that had originally been scattered all over the battlefield flew toward the incomplete torsos.

The corpses of the Demon Race were vibrating.

The entire Demon Battlefield was vibrating as well.

"What's happening? What's happening?"

"What is this?"

The Daoist retreated in a panic.

His face was full of terror, and the few others present all cast their gazes over.

Clearly.

Everyone could see that the reason the Demon Battlefield had undergone such a strange change was because he had stepped into it.

Lu Ren's gaze sank slightly.

The Demon Race inside the Demon Battlefield...

Are resurrecting! Even though their bodies remained deathly still and devoid of any vitality, their torsos were reassembling vitality; although it was not flourishing, they had already become half-dead, half-alive things.

Most importantly...

They retained their consciousness.

"These Demon Race were clearly stimulated by an external force," the young girl behind the Daoist said with a face full of annoyance, as if regretting not having held him back in time, "Damn it, this is likely a Chess-Match Array!"

The so-called Chess-Match Array is one of mutual generation and mutual restraint, stimulating one another.

Its manifestation on this Demon Battlefield is: both the Demon Race and the Human Race experts have died, but they still retain their consciousness, waiting for the arrival of later generations.

Yet, what is extremely insidious is that if it is a member of the Human Race who steps inside, it is the Demon Race experts who are activated and awakened.

In other words...

"We must find a member of the Demon Race to enter in order to awaken the Human Race experts!"

The same realization flashed through everyone's minds, but it was followed by deep despair.

Where were they supposed to find a member of the Demon Race?

"No, there is another possibility."

Lu Ren calmly observed the changes on the battlefield.

Even though the Daoist had already pulled his foot back, all the changes on the Demon Battlefield had not ceased.

Which means...

An activated Demon Battlefield cannot be reset.

Unless...

Exterminate the demons!

Although Lu Ren was formidable, the number of these ancient Demon Race was vast, and their strength was likely already above that of Heaven-Man.

The lowest among them was at the high stage of God Venerable.

With his strength alone, plus these scattered few beside him, it was simply impossible to win.

One must know.

Their strength had all been compressed and collapsed!

He had to find a way to awaken those Human Race experts.

"Qiongqi, come out."

The moment this thought flashed through his mind, Lu Ren had already decided on a countermeasure.

He summoned Qiongqi at will; now that Qiongqi was recuperating away from the environment filled with Demon Qi in the Demon Battlefield, he had barely recovered his consciousness.

When he was summoned, he still had a blank look on his face, but soon he felt the agitation of the surrounding Demon Qi.

Qiongqi wanted to flee.

But it was too late.

His body was tossed by Lu Ren and thrown into the Demon Battlefield.

"Awoo!"

Qiongqi acted as if his backside had been bitten; the moment his feet touched the ground, he bolted away as if fleeing for his life, lunging toward the edge of the Demon Battlefield.

However.

It was too late.

A fire-red long whip, like the rising sun, carrying the force of thunder and lightning, pulled Qiongqi directly back into the Demon Battlefield with an irresistible momentum. How could this be?

Qiongqi's eyes widened in instant disbelief, though... it was hard to tell if he widened his eyes because of disbelief or because they were bulging from being strangled.

The long whip, burning with raging flames, dragged him down fiercely, and with a thud, he was smashed into the dust.

"What petty scoundrels dare to offend my Human Race!"

"Where are the heroic spirits of the Human Race!"

The clear voice was like a Phoenix crying out, piercing the sky, and a blazing Spear swung, dispersing the Demon Qi that filled the battlefield.

The remains of the Human Race experts, whether collapsed or standing, began to return from the dead at this instant.

Flesh and skin re-wrapped around their cores.

But.

It was not enough.

Someone looked toward the edge of the Demon Battlefield.

"Little friend, I ask that you lend us a hand!"

"Everyone, I beg you, join us in eliminating the demons!"

"Wait!"

The cries for help fell, then came to an abrupt halt; the leader, clad in fire-colored armor, his Spear piercing the air, frowned as he looked outside the field.

"... What era is it now? Why is our Human Race so weak?"

"To think you haven't even reached the Heaven-Human Realm!"

Heaven-Human?

Those present who were able to obtain the entry keys to the Secret Realm were certainly not all fools.

What kind of realm was the Heaven-Human Realm? The Daoist who had been somewhat reckless in stepping into the Demon Battlefield and triggering it first felt as terrified as if he had glimpsed the secrets of heaven.

He asked uncontrollably: "What is Heaven-Human?"

"Naturally, it is the Heaven-Human Realm!" Even though the Human Race powerhouse, who resembled a general, was merely a skeleton draped in skin, one could still see the heroic bearing he possessed in life.

His gaze swept past the Daoist and fixed on Lu Ren, who stood beside him.

He said: "Is the Spear your natal weapon? You and I are fated; come in! Join me in eliminating the demons!"

Lu Ren looked at the Spear in the hands of this Human Race general.

Without hesitation, he stepped into the Demon Battlefield.

The moment he entered the Demon Battlefield, a short, sharp dagger appeared in his hand.

Lu Ren did not hesitate to drive the dagger into his own arm.

A piece of flesh was forcibly cut from his sleeve, held in his hand, and thrown toward the Human Race general.

The flesh landed on the general and was absorbed almost instantly, growing continuously and filling out his form.

From that bygone era, the Human Race powerhouse from the Shang Gu Mo Zhan Chang reappeared in the present.

Lu Ren's actions provided inspiration to the others; almost everyone agreed without hesitation to the invitations of the powerhouses residing in the Demon Battlefield, either cutting off their own arms or slicing flesh from their legs.

Dozens of Human Race powerhouses were resurrected.

The general looked at Lu Ren with even greater admiration, "Hahaha, good, you have courage."

"Though your strength is weak, you possess such spirit and are crowned with purple Qi; you must be a heaven-gifted talent of the current generation of the Human Race, right?"

"Judging by your bone age, you are not old; although you are frail, with heaven-gifted talents like you leading, our Human Race will surely endure and flourish!"

"Seeing you, I am willing to die for this."

"What is your name! Tell me!"

"Lu Ren, my name is Lu Ren."

Lu Ren stood beside this Human Race general; this time, there was no Snake Blade, nor anything else.

The Spear shimmered with cold starlight as it appeared in his hand, trembling constantly and radiating extraordinary battle intent, which made the general's eyes light up.

He answered calmly, but the general laughed heartily: "Lu Ren, a good name! You have the bearing I had in my youth!"

"Junior, step back; with your flesh to aid me, I will surely slaughter the Demon Race and celebrate for our Human Race!"

"Since you have not yet reached Heaven-Human, watch closely; today, I shall return the favor and teach you what Heaven-Human is."

"What the Five Decays are!"

"The Five Decays of Heaven and Man are never weaker than the Demon Race!"

(End of chapter)