Chapter 609: Infiltrating the Enemy Camp, Falling into a Desperate Situation

A large amount of supplies was destroyed, casualty aid stations were captured, and the Coalition Army's supply lines were completely severed.

Worse still, the Dark Night Demon King immediately relayed the Coalition Army's formation layout to the Blood Prison Legion. Upon receiving the intelligence, the Blood Fiend Demon General sneered repeatedly and immediately adjusted tactics, specifically targeting the weak links of the Coalition Army.

"All Demon race warriors, heed my command!" The Blood Fiend Demon General brandished his giant sword, pointing toward the left flank of the Coalition Army, "That is the enemy's weak point, charge for me!"

The Blood Prison Legion instantly adjusted their formation, concentrating their main force to launch a fierce attack on the Coalition Army's left flank. Because they knew the opponent's formation beforehand, the Demon warriors' attacks were extremely precise, and every charge found a weak point in the Coalition Army's defensive line.

The Heavenly Soldiers and Generals on the Coalition Army's left flank suddenly faced greatly increased pressure, and their originally orderly formation began to loosen. Some soldiers with lower cultivation levels retreated steadily under the fierce onslaught of the Demon race, and the defensive line was on the verge of collapse at any moment.

"Damn it!" Seeing the change in the battle situation, Guanyin Pusa immediately turned her lotus platform to fly toward the left flank to provide support, but the Shadow Legion's archers were already prepared, and countless poison-tipped magic arrows were shot at the Bodhisattva.

The Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King Li Jing wanted to return to reinforce the rear, but was tightly entangled by the Blood Fiend Demon General. The battle between the two was earth-shattering; the Exquisite Pagoda and the giant sword collided incessantly, and every clash produced a massive shockwave.

"Li Jing, your pagoda is indeed formidable," the Blood Fiend Demon General mocked while attacking, "but today, all of you will die here!"

Seeing the betrayal of his own kin, Samaier Wang was so furious he nearly went mad. As the ruler of Mo Jie, he could not tolerate the open betrayal of his subordinates, nor could he forgive the Dark Night Demon King for choosing Nitian Mozun, the sinner of Mo Jie.

"Dark Night Demon King!" Samaier Wang roared as he charged toward the Shadow Legion, "I will tear you, this traitor, apart with my own hands!"

However, the situation on the battlefield had already taken a sharp turn for the worse. Having lost logistical support, the Coalition Army's combat effectiveness began to decline; with their formation laid bare to the enemy, their defenses were riddled with holes; even more fatal was the severe blow dealt to their morale.

Just as the battle on the front lines was in full swing, Lin Xuan and Xiao Yuan had already quietly circled to the rear of the Blood Prison Legion according to the original plan. The two utilized the Transformation Technique mastered during the Taichu period to completely change their appearances, disguising themselves as two ordinary Demon race soldiers.

The physical characteristics of the Demon race were very distinct: their skin was dark red, they had curved horns on their foreheads, and bat-like wings on their backs. Lin Xuan and Xiao Yuan not only perfectly simulated these external features, but even the Demon race aura on their bodies was imitated so vividly that even real Demon race members would find it difficult to spot any flaws.

The rear camp of the Blood Prison Legion was established on a massive black mountain, and the surroundings of the mountain were covered with various defensive fortifications. Patrolling Demon race soldiers moved back and forth, and the vigilance was strict. At the top of the mountain stood a huge palace built of obsidian; that must be where the command center was located.

"Look at those patrolling soldiers," Xiao Yuan said in a low voice, "their equipment is much better than those on the front lines, and their cultivation is also higher."

Lin Xuan nodded; he had also noticed this detail. Most of these Demon race soldiers responsible for rear guard duty had strength at the Demon General level, and the weapons in their hands were all top-grade magic weapons; clearly, the Blood Prison Legion attached extreme importance to the protection of the rear.

The two carefully blended into a squad of Demon race soldiers transporting supplies and slowly approached the top of the mountain. Along the way, they saw many shocking scenes: tens of thousands of Demon race warriors were rotating for rest, various siege engines were neatly arranged in the open space, and there were specialized Refiners constantly repairing damaged weapons and equipment.

"The organization of the Blood Prison Legion is indeed tighter than imagined," Lin Xuan thought to himself, "if it weren't for the help of an inside traitor, it would be difficult for the Coalition Army to gain an advantage on the front lines."

After more than an hour of sneaking, the two finally arrived at the outskirts of the Obsidian Palace. The architectural style of this palace was full of Mo Jie characteristics, filled everywhere with ferocious statues and eerie Runes, emitting an unsettling evil aura.

The guards around the palace were even more strict; every sentry was a powerhouse at the Demon King level, and their sensory abilities were extremely keen—the slightest carelessness would lead to discovery. Lin Xuan and Xiao Yuan could only be more cautious, utilizing the shadows of buildings and gaps in patrols to move slowly.

Finally, the two arrived at the side of the palace and found a ventilation duct. Although this ventilation duct was narrow, it was enough for the two to pass through. More importantly, one could enter the Core area of the palace directly from here.

"Be careful," Lin Xuan reminded, "the closer we get to the Core, the greater the danger."

The two held their breath and carefully crawled into the ventilation duct. The internal passage was winding and complex, but fortunately, the two's cultivation had already reached the quasi-Saint level, so moving in the darkness was not difficult. Through the gaps in the ventilation duct, they could see the situation inside the palace.

Unexpectedly, the interior of the palace was not as luxurious as imagined; instead, it appeared simple and even somewhat dilapidated. Most of the rooms were empty, containing only necessary military facilities. This showed that the Blood Prison Legion was indeed a professional army, not the kind of corrupt force that indulged in pleasure.

After careful reconnaissance, the two finally found the true command center. It was a huge room on the top floor of the palace, containing detailed battlefield maps and various magic instruments for communication.

However, when they saw the situation inside the command center clearly, they could not help but gasp.

Standing in front of the battlefield map was not the Blood Fiend Demon General they had expected, but a Mysterious Person draped in a black robe. This Black-robed Man was tall, his entire body completely covered by a heavy cloak, and only the faint red light flickering under his hood could be seen.

Even more shocking was that the Black-robed Man emitted a terrifying aura extremely similar to Nitian Mozun. This aura contained various negative emotions such as destruction, Hun Dun, and evil; just sensing it made one feel restless.

"This is... another avatar of Nitian Mozun!" Xiao Yuan said through divine soul sound transmission, "And the strength of this avatar far exceeds the one we encountered before!"

Lin Xuan also felt immense pressure. If the avatar encountered at Taichu Shengdi only had one-tenth of the Mozun's true body's power, then the avatar before them possessed at least three-tenths, if not more. This gap in strength was not a simple numerical comparison, but a qualitative leap.

What terrified the two even more was that on the weapon rack beside the Black-robed Man, there was actually a divine artifact emitting an ancient aura.

It was a Long Sword that was pitch-black all over, with countless eerie Runes carved onto the blade; every Rune was slightly squirming, as if it had a life of its own. The blade was sharper than one could imagine; just looking at it made one feel the pain of being sliced by a sharp edge.