Chapter 703: Battlefield Mystery, The Truth Begins to Emerge

If the war outside cannot be stopped, then I can only exhaust everything to destroy this demonic scripture.

Even if I must pay the price of my life, I must sever the hope of the Demon God's resurrection.

"Creation Bloodline... burning life... purify all evil!"

Outside the sea of Ten Thousand Demon Island, under a blood-colored dusk, three thousand elites of the Righteous Alliance collided head-on with the demon army.

In the sky, hundreds of flying dragons circled and whistled, their dragon breath boiling the seawater. A Giant Eagle Demon King spread its wings for a thousand meters, its sharp claws tearing through the human race's flying Dharma Artifacts.

On the sea surface, the Orca Demon Venerable led its kin to charge the warships; every leap stirred up ten-meter-high giant waves. Although the Alliance's warships were covered in defensive Dharma Arrays, they began to show cracks under the repeated attacks of the demon beasts.

Jian Wentian stood on the deck of the flagship, gripping his Long Sword, yet his heart was filled with conflict.

As the temporary Commander, he should have been commanding calmly, but facing a true large-scale war, he finally realized the deep gap between himself and Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan could always find the key in chaos, while he could only respond passively now.

"Alliance Leader Jian, the demon race's offensive is becoming more and more fierce!" An Alliance Elder ran over in a hurry to report.

"The left flank has already lost three warships, and the defensive line on the right flank is also wavering."

Jian Wentian frowned and looked at the battlefield. It was indeed as the Elder said; although the Alliance army was well-equipped, the demon race was fighting on their home turf, and the geographical advantage was obvious.

More importantly, every demon warrior displayed an extraordinary ferocity, as if they were disregarding their own lives.

"Strengthen the Dharma Array defenses and mobilize the reserves to support the left flank," Jian Wentian ordered.

But he knew in his heart that this response was merely an expedient measure.

Wucaizi walked over from the side with an urgent expression on his face: "Alliance Leader Jian, now is not the time to be conservative!"

"The demon race is so crazy, which shows they are desperate. We should strike while the iron is hot and attack Ten Thousand Demon Island in one go!"

Several other radical Elders also echoed: "Yes! Now is the moment for the decisive battle!"

"If we let the demon race catch their breath, the consequences will be unimaginable!"

Jian Wentian hesitated. Reason told him he should play it steady, but the words of these Elders also made sense.

More importantly, deep in his heart, an inexplicable anger was burning, urging him to order a full-scale attack.

"All warships, prepare for the total assault!" Jian Wentian gritted his teeth and ordered.

"Today, we must make the demon race pay the price!"

The three thousand elites of the Alliance erupted simultaneously, and the light of various spells illuminated half the sky.

Sword Qi crisscrossed, fireballs roared, and ice cones fell like rain. The human cultivators displayed astonishing combat power.

But the demon race's counterattack was equally fierce. On the sea surface, more than a dozen giant sea demons emerged from the water, each one dozens of meters long.

They sprayed corrosive venom, directly melting the hulls of several warships.

In the sky, flying demon beasts of the Demon King level let out heaven-shaking roars, and the sonic attacks caused many cultivators to bleed from their seven orifices.

The intensity of the war exceeded everyone's imagination.

In just one hour, both sides had nearly a thousand casualties. The seawater was dyed red with blood, and severed limbs and arms floated everywhere.

Many young cultivators saw this scene and began to doubt the meaning of this war.

"Why are we fighting this battle?" A disciple of the Alliance looked at the blood-colored sea, their eyes full of confusion.

"Is the demon race really that evil?"

But more cultivators were blinded by anger, thinking only of avenging their fallen companions.

Every fallen companion made the living even angrier, and the seeds of hatred grew wildly.

Just then, a streak of sword light broke through the air and landed directly on the deck of the flagship.

Jian Wushuang was covered in blood, clearly having gone through an intense battle.

"Wushuang? Why are you here?" Jian Wentian looked at his son in surprise.

"Shouldn't you be in the rear?"

Jian Wushuang coughed a few times and spat out a mouthful of blood: "Father, I have important things to tell you!"

"About the truth of this war!"

He looked around, and after confirming there were no outsiders, he lowered his voice and said: "Father, we may have all been affected by an evil art."

Jian Wentian frowned: "What do you mean?"

Jian Wushuang took a deep breath and began to describe his experience in detail: "Three days ago, I suddenly felt an inexplicable anger surging in my heart."

"That anger came for no reason, but it was exceptionally intense, making me want to kill all the demon race."

"At the time, I thought it was a normal emotional fluctuation, but later Lin Xuan used the Creation Bloodline to check my condition."

"The result was that there was indeed an evil force at work in my mind; it was that force that magnified the negative emotions in my heart."

Jian Wentian was shocked after hearing this: "You mean... someone is deliberately provoking our anger?"

"That's right," Jian Wushuang nodded.

"Lin Xuan said this evil art is very covert and will subtly influence a person's mind. Those affected will not notice anything unusual and will only feel that their anger is reasonable."

"He asked me to come and tell you this, hoping you can carefully recall your recent decisions."

Jian Wentian fell into deep thought.

Indeed, when he dismissed Lin Xuan, his anger had come somewhat suddenly and intensely.

That kind of anger burned like a wildfire, causing him to lose his usual calmness and reason.

Looking back now, that emotion was indeed somewhat abnormal.

"Could it be... that I was really affected by something?" Jian Wentian muttered to himself.

Just then, a highly respected elder in the Alliance walked over.

This was Yunyou Zhenren, who possessed profound cultivation and extensive knowledge, and had always been known for his wisdom.

"Alliance Leader Jian, this old man has discovered some abnormal situations," Yunyou Zhenren said with a grave expression.

"Please enlighten me, Zhenren," Jian Wentian hurriedly bowed.

Yunyou Zhenren pointed to the battlefield: "Observe the combat state of both sides carefully."

"Whether it is our cultivators or the warriors of the Demon race, they have all displayed an extraordinary level of violence."

"Logically speaking, even between opposing sides, one should maintain a certain degree of rationality during battle."

"But looking at it now, everyone has been completely swallowed by rage, as if they have lost the ability to think."

Jian Wentian observed carefully and discovered that it was indeed as Yunyou Zhenren had said.

The cultivators on the battlefield all had red eyes, attacking like maddened wild beasts.

The Demon race side was the same; even the Dragon race, known for their wisdom, were behaving abnormally irritable.

This situation is indeed not normal.

"There is one more thing," Yunyou Zhenren continued.

"I just released my divine sense to scout the surroundings and discovered that the entire battlefield is shrouded in a faint layer of evil aura."

"This aura is very weak and ordinary people cannot perceive it, but it truly exists."

"Moreover, this aura seems capable of magnifying the negative emotions within a person, making feelings like rage and hatred extreme."

Jian Wushuang said excitedly: "Zhenren is right! This is exactly the evil art that Lin Xuan discovered!"

"Someone is manipulating things from behind the scenes, deliberately inciting the war between the human and Demon races!"