Chapter 474: The Fierce Battle

As the mournful, bleak Wanjie Crying Ship keeps blasting continuously…

Many forces of the Nine Heavens Ten Earths have all taken action.

Some dispatch powerful armies, some send terrifying War Beasts, and even some great figures—Ancestor‑level beings—personally go out of their realms to rush to aid the Bian Huang.

At the same time, the younger generation naturally does not lag behind.

Many young prodigies step onto the road toward the Border Wilderness Battlefield without hesitation, seeking to temper themselves in the campaign.

The Ye Clan, of course, is the same; as an Undying Aristocratic Family of the Nine Heavens Ten Earths, the Ye Clan never falls behind in any great war against the Other Shore.

Clan Leader Ye Jinghong convenes a mobilization meeting, outlining the current perilous situation and urging them to march to the Bian Huang, fight bravely, and defend their homeland.

The Ye Clan, led by Ye Wuque and Ye Beichen, leads a group of Heavenly Pride disciples to the Bian Huang for trial.

Not only the Ye Clan, but also the Kun Clan, Holy Clan, Ji Clan and other Undying Aristocratic Families, the Peerless Sacred Realms such as Ancient Sword Tomb, Dao Heaven Immortal Pavilion, Blade Ancestor Dao Court, the Fate Divine Sect and other Supreme Great Sects, the Peerless Immortal Dynasty, the Eternal Forbidden Zone, and even forces like the Great Thousand Divine Universe have all shown movement.

One after another, overwhelmingly strong auras burst into the sky and stride onto the Bian Huang!

This is a life‑and‑death crisis concerning the entire Nine Heavens Ten Earths!

And it is the highest‑grade Wanjie Crying Ship, indicating that the situation has become extremely precarious.

We can no longer delay.

The Great Thousand Divine Universe even has several Dao‑Master‑level beings personally heading to the Bian Huang…

Ye Wuque and Ye Beichen lead the Ye Clan disciples onto the road toward the Bian Huang.

While reinforcements from all corners of the Nine Heavens Ten Earths race across the starry sky, the true furnace has long since begun its performance on the vast, ancient lands of the Bian Huang.

This place is the buffer zone linking the Nine Heavens Ten Earths with the Other Shore World; stars are sparse, Space is fragile, the laws are chaotic, and it is riddled with dangerous Void fissures and Chaos turbulence.

For countless years, both sides have grappled and slaughtered here, turning this starry sky into a dark crimson hue, accumulating blood and bone over an unknown number of Epochs.

Today, the ferocity here has reached an unprecedented peak!

Looking around, the entire view no longer contains any intact stars.

Only countless star wreckage, shattered continent fragments, and void black holes left after terrifying energy completely annihilated them, scar‑like, spread across the cold Void.

The thick, unbreakable stench of blood and murderous aura, mingled with gunpowder smoke, char, and chaotic energy residue from various divine skills and spells, forms a nauseating death fog that pervades every inch of the battlefield's Space.

This place is a literal meat grinder!

Soldier versus soldier, commander versus commander.

In the low skies and on the ground, both sides' ordinary armies and low‑rank Dark Cultivators clash like two boundless, differently colored raging tides, brutally crushing and devouring each other!

In the Nine Heavens Ten Earths camp, the Battle Formation is strict; various divine lights, artifacts, talismans, and formation radiance interweave into a brilliant yet resilient defensive and offensive network.

The Dark Cultivators roar, channeling their lifelong cultivation, unleashing various divine skills and spells to fight the enemy to the death.

Within the Battle Formation, dazzling combined‑spell explosions periodically clear enemies from an area.

But the Other Shore's Dark Legion is simply too numerous!

And they are even more ferocious, fearless of death—one could say… insane!

The Night Clan's Eternal Night Legion moves like specters in the shadows, fleeting and adept at ambush and erosion; their attacks often carry Darkness Power that corrupts the soul.

The Blood Clan's Blood God Guard is wildly blood‑thirsty, with Blood Qi roiling around them; the more they are wounded, the crazier they become, like an tireless killing machine.

The Corpse Clan's Walking Corpse Army is endless, exuding foul stench and death aura, drowning enemies with sheer Flesh and sheer numbers.

The Ghost Clan's Specter and the Nether Clan's Nether Soldiers are even more bizarre, capable of piercing physical defenses to strike directly at the soul…

Every moment, countless Dark Shadows fall amid the intertwining of light and darkness.

The Nine Heavens Dark Cultivators' protective divine light is torn, artifacts shattered, bodies pierced, torn, and corroded…

Blood splatters like cheap red pigment, instantly vaporized by chaotic energy or frozen into eerie blood crystals.

Severed limbs and Internal Organs fragments fly everywhere, while wails and roars are drowned by deafening explosions and slaughter.

The Other Shore armies also suffer heavy casualties; under the desperate counter‑attacks of the Nine Heavens Dark Cultivators, they turn into clouds of ash, pus‑filled blood, or shattered corpse chunks.

But their numbers seem endless; in the dark Void behind, more armies surge like locusts, filling the front‑line gaps.

The corpses, piled layer upon layer, quickly form floating corpse mountains in the Void, composed of mixed remnants of various races!

Blood converges into rivers, freely flowing over larger continent fragments, sometimes suspended by chaotic energy, forming chilling blood lakes or waterfalls!

The true blood‑flowing raft, with corpse bones like mountains!

In the higher Void, lies the battlefield for the top‑tier champions of both sides.

The combat here is even more terrifying, capable of blasting stars and tearing the universe apart at a whim.

The Nine Heavens side's strong ones, whether in squads of three to five, form Battle Formations, or face powerful foes alone.

Sword light streaks across billions of miles, blade aura severs the Star River, fist imprints shatter laws, and divine skill radiance illuminates the darkness.

They clash fiercely with the Other Shore's Commander, generals, and various clan Elders; the roars, the explosive sounds of divine skill collisions, and the wailing of shattered artifacts echo throughout this death‑filled Void.

Occasionally, Nine Heavens strong ones are surrounded by several same‑rank Other Shore foes, blood spilling into the sky, a tragic self‑detonation dragging the enemy to mutual ruin.

Sometimes, formidable Other Shore Commanders are jointly slain by Nine Heavens strong ones, their Body and Spirit Annihilated.

Both sides keep losing troops, yet the intensity of the fighting does not wane at all; instead, it grows hotter as more strong ones join.

The entire Border Wilderness Battlefield resembles an enormous, wildly rotating Destruction furnace, mercilessly devouring all life and power poured in by both sides.

The wailing and roars are its background music; blood and fire are its main palette; death is its sole product.

Clearly, what truly decides this battle and the fate of the entire Bian Huang defense line is not the gruesome melee below, but the Titan arena floating at the highest point of the battlefield, where even time and space appear twisted and chaotic!

Here, the genuine high‑end forces of both sides gather!

The Nine Heavens side's Titans stationed in this crucial war zone are numerous, yet they appear strained and precarious when confronting the deluge of terrifying power from the Other Shore.

In the Void, several towering figures radiating vast Dao Rhythm, seemingly merged with the laws of Heaven and Earth, stand in distant standoff against the far more numerous Other Shore Titans exuding cold, Dead Silence, and brutal aura.

The invisible momentum and Dao Rhythm clash fiercely in the middle zone, annihilating each other and forming an absolutely dangerous area where even light cannot escape.

Among them, one Dark Shadow stands out particularly.

He stands over three zhang tall, his muscles like bronze casting, gleaming metallic, exuding an explosive sense of power.

Rugged in appearance, his twisted beard like a halberd, a pair of tiger eyes wide open, burning with fierce warfire and deep solemnity.

He wore ancient battle armor scarred with countless sword and axe marks, and wielded a bronze war axe as large as a door panel; the axe blade was stained with dark‑golden, seemingly never‑drying blood of Other Shore's strong ones.

This man is the towering Titan who has long guarded this Border Pass for the Undead Kun Clan… Kun Buxiu!

His cultivation has already reached the pinnacle of the first stage of the Origin Dao Realm's Dao Void Realm, and the second stage Dao Lord Realm is only a step away; famed for his bravery in battle and fearless ferocity, he is a resounding banner on the Bian Huang's defensive line.

Beside him stood an elderly man clad in a gray Dao robe faded to near‑white, his face thin and gaunt, his eyes deep and sharp as if they had endured ten thousand ages of wind and frost.

He held a simple wooden staff that seemed to be wrapped in withered vines; its tip was set with an unremarkable Gray White stone, yet it faintly emitted a suppressing Dao Rhythm.

This man, named Yang Buyi, does not hail from any great power; he is a veteran native of the Bian Huang, extremely senior in experience, knowing every plant, tree, and Space fissure of the Bian Huang like the back of his hand. His cultivation has likewise reached the later stage of the Dao Void Realm, making him a living fossil here and the Sea‑Calming Divine Needle.

Besides them, nearby there are several Titans from various factions, whose cultivations range from the early to mid stages of the Dao Void Realm, as well as more than a dozen War Generals of Immortal King rank; their auras faintly intertwine, jointly resisting the suffocating oppression from the opposite side.