Chapter 710: The Truth Revealed, The Demon Race Awakens

Similar scenes were repeated across the entire battlefield.

Fathers and sons, masters and disciples, brothers, and close friends—these originally most intimate relationships turned into mortal enemies under evil manipulation.

Some cultivators, even when attacked, refused to believe that those around them would betray them.

They held back in battle, unwilling to harm their former companions.

But the Xintu of the Demon God had no such scruples, striking with extreme viciousness.

Soon, many soft-hearted cultivators lost their lives to this one-sided mercy.

Jian Wentian looked at the tragic scene before him, his heart feeling as if it were being pierced by knives.

He discovered that among the old friends he had trusted all these years, more than half had already been infiltrated or controlled by the Xintu of the Demon God.

Several Core Elders of the Heavenly Sword Sect, important members of the Righteous Alliance, and even some highly respected seniors had revealed their true faces during this purge.

"How could it be like this?" Jian Wentian found it hard to believe.

"You hid so deeply; what exactly are you aiming for?"

Wucai Zi laughed loudly: "Aiming for? Naturally, it is for the arrival of this moment."

"All these years, we have been sowing seeds of hatred within the Alliance, inciting conflict between the various sects."

"Every conflict, every dispute, has been weakening your unity."

"Now the time is ripe; the Righteous Alliance will completely collapse from within!"

Seeing this situation, Yunyou Zhenren immediately cast a large-scale Purification Technique.

"Great Clarity Purification Technique—Drive away evil and eliminate demons!"

Pure white light surged from his body, enveloping a large portion of the battlefield.

Some cultivators who were under light control did indeed regain their clarity, the red light in their eyes fading.

But those deeply controlled Xintu were completely unaffected.

"It's useless, old man," Wucai Zi sneered.

"These people have long since willingly defected to the darkness; your Purification Technique is ineffective against them."

"Moreover, as the power of the Demon God grows, our control techniques have also become more powerful."

Indeed, Yunyou Zhenren discovered that the effect of his Purification Technique was rapidly weakening.

Those cultivators who had just regained their clarity were soon controlled once again.

Even some cultivators who were originally normal began to be eroded by the evil power, red light appearing in their eyes.

"This cannot go on," Yunyou Zhenren said anxiously.

"Our power is too scattered to resist such large-scale evil control."

The scale of the battle grew larger and larger, and the entire Alliance army fell into chaos.

No one could distinguish who was an enemy and who was a friend; everyone was suspicious of and attacking one another.

Worse still, the demon race on Ten Thousand Demon Island saw the scene of the human race slaughtering each other and developed a grave misunderstanding.

"This is a human trick!" a Demon King roared in anger.

"They are deliberately acting in front of us to numb our vigilance!"

"We must not be fooled! Strike them hard!"

The demon race's attacks became even more ferocious, various spells and divine abilities pouring down like a rainstorm.

The already chaotic battlefield went from bad to worse, and the number of casualties increased sharply.

Jian Wentian looked at this situation, his heart filled with despair.

He had originally wanted to stop a senseless war, but now the situation had become even worse.

The infighting within the Alliance, combined with the fierce attacks of the demon race, turned the entire battlefield into a true hell.

"It's all my fault," Jian Wentian said, blaming himself.

"If I hadn't been jealous of Lin Xuan back then, and hadn't made those wrong decisions..."

"What is the use of regretting now?" Jian Wushuang said at his side.

Although he was also disappointed in his father's previous actions, now was not the time to assign blame.

"Father, we must find a way to contact Lin Xuan."

"Only his Creation Bloodline can purify this evil control on a large scale."

But at this moment, Lin Xuan was facing a life-and-death trial in the temple and could not spare any attention to rescue them.

Jian Wentian looked around, watching those companions he once trusted now trying to put him to death, and a great anger surged in his heart.

"Since you have chosen betrayal, then do not blame me for not cherishing old feelings!"

He no longer held anything back and began to use the killing moves of the Heavenly Sword Sect with all his might.

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin—Execute evil and slay demons!"

Countless sword beams shot toward the surrounding Xintu of the Demon God like a rainstorm.

These sword beams carried sharp killing intent, each one capable of easily piercing through the enemy's defenses.

But the number of Xintu of the Demon God was simply too great, and they were completely unafraid of death, launching attacks with no regard for their own lives.

Even when their bodies were pierced by sword beams, they would use their last breath to harm the enemy.

This crazy way of fighting made many normal cultivators feel fear.

"They are no longer human," an Alliance cultivator said, trembling.

"They are exactly like walking corpses."

Indeed, the deeply controlled Xintu of the Demon God had lost the basic emotions of a human.

In their eyes, there was only slaughter and destruction; they would stop at nothing to complete their mission.

The battle lasted for a full hour, and both sides suffered heavy casualties.

One-third of the Alliance's main warships have already been destroyed, and countless corpses are floating on the sea surface.

Blood has dyed the entire sea area red, and the air is permeated with a heavy, bloody stench.

What is even more terrifying is that every dead cultivator is providing power to the Demon God in the temple.

Whether it is the righteous side or the evil side, their deaths are all accelerating the resurrection of the Demon God.

"Hahaha! Kill! Keep killing!" Wucaizi laughed madly.

"Every person who dies is a sacrifice to Lord Demon God!"

"This civil war is more valuable than an external war, because the betrayal of companions produces even stronger negative emotions!"

Upon hearing this, Jian Wentian felt a surge of immense anger and self-reproach in his heart.

Deep within Ten Thousand Demon Island, in the ancient Dragon Palace.

The Dragon Clan Elder Canghai Zhenlong frowned, his massive dragon eyes flashing with profound light.

As an ancient existence who has lived for over three thousand years, he has seen countless shifts in the winds and clouds, but today's war makes him feel unusually confused.

"This war broke out too suddenly," Canghai Zhenlong said in a deep voice.

"Yesterday, our clan and the human cultivators were still discussing trade, yet today we are at war; there must be something suspicious about this."

The other Demon Kings in the Dragon Palace nodded in agreement one after another.

The Tiger Demon King Jinmaohou recalled: "It is indeed strange; just yesterday, I still felt the human cultivators were quite respectable."

"But today, as soon as I heard the sound of the war drums, an inexplicable anger surged in my heart, and I wanted nothing more than to tear all humans to pieces."

"This kind of emotion came without any reason, yet it was unusually intense."

The Eagle Demon King Yinyi felt the same: "I was the same; I usually hate senseless slaughter the most."

"But today on the battlefield, I wanted to attack as soon as I saw human cultivators, and I couldn't control my killing intent at all."

"Now that I have calmed down to think about it, this situation is very abnormal."

Canghai Zhenlong's dragon whiskers trembled slightly; this was his habitual action when thinking.

"I suspect an external force is influencing our minds and amplifying the negative emotions within our hearts."