Chapter 608: Shadow Betrayal, Coalition Crisis

"Although the Blood Prison Legion is powerful, their weakness is an excessive reliance on a hierarchical system. If their command hub can be destroyed, the entire legion will fall into chaos."

This plan received the approval of everyone present. Advancing in three prongs would not only disperse the enemy's forces but also maximize the advantages of their own side.

"Then it is decided," Zhang Wuji said, making the final call, "the departure time is set for tomorrow at dawn. Fellow Daoists, return to prepare, rest and build up your strength, and prepare to meet this war that will decide the fate of the Three Realms!"

Following the conclusion of the meeting, the various parties began their final preparations in a flurry of activity. Everyone knew that this was likely the last chance to prevent the resurrection of Nitian Mozun. Success meant the Three Realms would continue; failure meant everything would turn to nothingness.

As night fell, Lin Xuan and Xiao Yuan stood at the highest point of the Alliance Headquarters, looking out toward the direction of Mo Jie. In the distant sky, black and red light flashed occasionally; that was the reflection of the fires of war.

"We leave tomorrow," Xiao Yuan said softly, "it would be a lie to say I'm not nervous."

Lin Xuan held her hand: "No matter what dangers lie ahead, we will face them together. The sacrifice of the Dao Venerable cannot be in vain; we must stop the resurrection of Nitian Mozun."

The sky of Mo Jie is forever blood-red, and dark purple lightning flashes from time to time within the thick clouds. When the massive army of the Three Realms Coalition crossed the space rift and entered Mo Jie, this ancient land welcomed "invaders" of such a scale for the first time.

On the desolate plains outside Xukong Cheng, the two great armies stood facing each other from afar.

On the Coalition side, the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals wore golden armor and silver helmets, holding various Immortal artifacts, shining brightly under the reflection of the blood-colored sky. Guanyin Pusa sat upon a lotus throne, her body radiating compassionate Buddha light; Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King Li Jing stood imposingly at the front of the formation, the exquisite pagoda in his hand radiating a majesty that suppressed all things; Nezha Santai-zi was even more eager to try, his Fire-Tipped Spear spinning in his hands with a fierce wind.

The Human Cultivator phalanx was equally impressive. Zhang Wuji led the elite disciples of the major sects, while senior experts like Taixuan Laozu and Jianchi Laozu personally took the field, various Dharma Artifacts flashing with light in their hands. The disciples of the Pill Cauldron Sect carried medicine pouches filled with healing Pills, and the cultivators of the Talisman Sect had hundreds of high-grade Talismans tucked into their robes; the entire force was poised and ready.

The opposing Blood Prison Legion was not to be underestimated either. Tens of thousands of demon warriors were arranged in dense battle formations; they were tall, with bulging muscles, and held various ferocious Magic Weapons. These weapons were mostly forged from the unique Nether Iron of Mo Jie, not only incomparably sharp but also carrying a curse that eroded the soul.

The commander of the Blood Prison Legion, the Blood Fiend Demon General, was a terrifying existence three zhang tall. His entire body was covered in blood-red Moja, he had six bat wings on his back, and the giant sword in his hand was two people tall, with fresh blood constantly dripping from the blade.

"Hehehe... ants of the Three Realms, you dare to set foot in the great Mo Jie!" the Blood Fiend Demon General let out a mocking laugh, his voice echoing across the plain like thunder, "Today I will let you witness the true strength of the demon warriors!"

Guanyin Pusa gently shook her willow branch and said compassionately: "Amitabha, why must the Demon General be so obsessed? Once Nitian Mozun is resurrected, the Three Realms will be plunged into misery, including Mo Jie; no one will be spared."

"Hmph, spare me your fake compassion!" the Blood Fiend Demon General roared, "The greatness of Lord Mozun is not something you hypocrites can understand! Kill!"

Following the Blood Fiend Demon General's order, the two armies collided instantly.

The battlefield erupted with earth-shaking shouts of battle. The Heavenly Soldiers and Generals formed battle arrays, their golden spears like a forest, each charge tearing through the enemy's defensive lines. The Human Cultivators utilized their respective specialties: sword cultivators swung their swords like rainbows, spell cultivators cast strings of incantations, and body cultivators fought with wind-whipping fists and kicks.

Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King Li Jing charged at the very front, holding his exquisite pagoda, which radiated golden light that suppressed everything; wherever he passed, demon warriors fell one after another. He held the pagoda in one hand and brandished his Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear with the other, every move carrying the power to split mountains and shatter rocks.

"Demon scum, take this pagoda!" Li Jing shouted, and the exquisite pagoda instantly expanded to several dozen zhang in height, smashing fiercely toward the enemy formation. The massive pagoda descended from the sky with the force of ten thousand jun, crushing hundreds of demon warriors into meat paste.

Nezha Santai-zi was even more like he was in an empty land; he stepped on his Wind Fire Wheels to shuttle through the air, his Fire-Tipped Spear invincible. His figure moved like lightning, carving a bloody path through the enemy formation, leaving demon warriors wailing in his wake.

"Well met!" a demon commander brandished a giant axe to meet Nezha, only to be pierced through the chest by the Third Prince's spear.

"Is this all the skill you have to claim dominance in Mo Jie?" Nezha sneered, withdrawing his spear to fight again, the Samadhi True Fire burning on the Fire-Tipped Spear making the demon warriors unable to avoid it in time.

The Human Cultivators also performed brilliantly. Taixuan Laozu unleashed the Taixuan Divine Sword, the sword light sweeping across the army like a bolt of silk; Jianchi Laozu performed the Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin, countless Jianying shuttling through the air, each one capable of taking a life. Zhang Wuji was even more at the forefront, his Universe Great Shift Divine Art operating with ease, dissolving the enemy's attacks into nothingness.

The battle was exceptionally intense, with both sides trading blows and all kinds of supernatural powers and spells flying everywhere. In the sky, thunder and lightning intertwined; on the ground, blood flowed like a river; the entire battlefield was shrouded in smoke and the smell of blood.

Just as the Coalition was gradually gaining the upper hand, an unexpected turn of events suddenly occurred.

"Boom!"

A loud noise came from the rear of the Coalition, followed by bursts of screams. The troops responsible for protecting the logistics and supplies were suddenly subjected to a fierce attack, as countless demon warriors clad in black armor descended from the sky, launching a massacre against the unprepared logistics personnel.

"It's the Shadow Legion!" Samaier Wang's eyes turned blood-red the moment he saw the identity of the attackers, "Dark Night Demon King, you traitor!"

The leader of the Shadow Legion, the Dark Night Demon King, was a lean demon, his entire body wrapped in a black cloak, revealing only a pair of scarlet eyes. As the commander of one of the three great legions of Mo Jie, he should have been assisting Samaier Wang in resisting the invasion, yet he chose to betray them at this critical moment.

"Traitor?" the Dark Night Demon King let out an eerie laugh, "Samaier, you foolish fellow, have you not yet seen the situation clearly? Nitian Mozun is the true king of Mo Jie; I am merely welcoming the return of the King!"

It turned out that the Shadow Legion had long since secretly defected to Nitian Mozun; they had been lurking until now just to wait for this optimal moment for betrayal. The Dark Night Demon King possessed detailed knowledge of the Coalition's deployment and knew that the logistics troops were the weak link of the entire army.

This sudden attack from the rear caught the Coalition off guard. The logistics troops were mostly medical personnel and auxiliary cultivators with limited combat power, and they collapsed instantly under the surprise attack of the Shadow Legion.