Chapter 420: Once Again, the Shocking Immortal Sword Array!

“Faster, faster!”

“Dawdling—do you want to become blood food?!”

Rolling darkness, thick as ink, engulfed the four wilds; the towering city wall under construction sprawled like a crouching beast in the shadows.

At the base of the wall, human and beastfolk laborers shuffled forward together, every face carved with numbness and terror.

The Descendant soldiers were scattered among them, their crimson eyes glinting in the dark like bloodthirsty fireflies; at that moment, their iron-spiked clubs swung repeatedly, the sharp thorns gleaming coldly in the night, forcing the slaves to carry heavy boulders inward.

These laborers were utterly exhausted, their arms trembling from prolonged burden, their legs heavy as lead, yet none dared set down the boulders.

Many before them had collapsed from exhaustion—and every single one had been dragged away, never to reappear.

The Descendants fed on all races; they knew full well where those people had gone.

Yet the body has its limits; no matter how strong the will, it cannot overcome a body on the verge of collapse.

At that moment, a dull thud shattered the oppressive rhythm.

An aged beastfolk finally gave out, his knees buckling as he collapsed to the ground; the massive boulder he carried rolled aside, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Seeing this, the nearby Descendant overseer narrowed his crimson eyes, slowly pulling a black iron hook from his robe, stepping forward toward the old beastfolk.

“P-please… don’t…”

“It’s fine. You may not be worth as a slave—but you’re still worth as food.”

“Help… help…”

The Descendant with blood-red eyes ignored the old beastfolk’s desperate cries; his iron hook sliced through the heavy air, aimed straight at the trembling shoulder blades.

This motion—hooking cattle or sheep for hanging and cutting—was how humans handled meat.

But just as the hook was about to strike, the terrified humans and Descendants alike heard a sharp whistling sound.

“Swoosh!!!!”

A black arrow shot like a falling star, surging with violent energy, piercing the overseer’s forehead. In the instant blood and shattered bone sprayed, the immense force hurled his entire body backward, slamming him into a pile of rocks three zhang away.

Sudden silence engulfed the entire site; then, long-suppressed panic erupted like a dam breaking.

“Who is it?!”

“Foreign enemies!”

“Damn it!”

The Descendant soldiers’ roars and the laborers’ screams rose together; chaos erupted across the entire wall.

Torches flared wildly; countless shadows darted through the flickering light and dark, as if the gates of hell had just burst open.

The Descendant guards instantly leapt into the air, surging with furious rage, rushing toward the source of the arrow.

At that moment, the terrified beastfolk looked up—and saw a figure snap shut his longbow, his eyes blazing with fury, drawing a black blade with a metallic clang.

Beside him came a slender, silver-and-red figure wielding a long spear, her face as cold as frost, nearly out of control.

Then came countless armored figures racing through the night, and ancient yet immensely powerful presences, surging like a flood toward the wall!

Seeing this, the thousands of beastfolk in the worksite dropped to their knees and burst into wailing sobs.

It was the prince, the princess, the beast generals, the beast kings—their kind had not abandoned them…

With thunderous roars, twenty-three beast kings surged with demonic energy like erupting volcanoes, shaking the entire night sky.

Facing the surging tide of Descendant guards, they did not retreat a step; instead, they became twenty-three meteorites tearing through the night, crashing into the enemy ranks!

Brilliant energy wove into a torrent of destruction; wherever it passed, the black line of Descendant soldiers was ripped apart and crushed.

The seemingly impregnable line shattered like fragile cloth, torn open by a massive gap; shattered limbs and weapon fragments scattered wildly in the violent energy storm.

At that moment, Feng Yang dove down toward the wall’s interior, her wrist flicking sharply—her silver spear became a lightning bolt splitting the night, shooting through the air!

“Puh—puh—puh—”

The silver spear, like a dragon, pierced through the chests of three overseers in an instant, spraying a string of vivid blood.

The spearhead, still driving forward, buried deep into the ground; the shaft trembled violently, emitting a chilling hum.

Feng Yang herself landed like a startled swan, her toe lightly hooking the spear, lifting it cleanly into her grasp.

The next instant, her slender waist twisted violently; the spear, infused with boundless demonic energy, swept out with the force of wind and thunder.

The crushing force cut across all directions, as if ready to sever the oppressive night in half!

“Your Highness…”

“It’s fine. Quickly leave with your people—we’ll hold the rear.”

After speaking, Feng Yang turned to the humans, equally terrified and helpless: “You too—go with them.”

At her words, the humans, enslaved until their sinews bulged and their spirits broken, trembled as they knelt, banging their heads against the ground with hollow thuds.

Seeing this, Feng Yang’s expression grew complex.

Aside from the Descendants who fed on other races, this princess had always held kindness toward all life; she had always hoped all races could understand and coexist peacefully—never imagining such a scene would unfold now.

BOOM!!!!

In the instant Feng Yang’s attention drifted from the scene before her, a black blade, wielding the power to cleave mountains and rivers, slashed down from above her head!

Before the blade even reached her, its crushing aura descended like a solid mountain, shattering the half-built wall behind her.

Bricks and timber turned to dust under the terrifying impact; dust rose in a towering column.

In the night, the Descendant guards rushing to reinforce the line didn’t even scream—they were reduced to bursts of crimson mist by the indiscriminate, violent blade aura.

Ye Han’s figure emerged from the spreading blood mist; his long blade hummed as he unleashed his Heavenly Demon Realm’s overwhelming aura without restraint, sweeping across the battlefield like a storm, his robes snapping violently in the turbulent air.

“Feng Yang, get them out quickly—you stay with me to hold the rear!”

“Yes, Elder Brother!”

Before the words finished, Feng Yang’s silver spear trembled; her body became a streak of silver light, following her brother into the wall, charging into the endless darkness within.

At that very moment, the suppressed desire to survive exploded across the worksite. Tens of thousands of enslaved humans and beastfolk surged like a breaking flood, fleeing wildly toward the Great Wilderness Forest.

They clung to each other, dragged each other, forming a desperate tide, racing desperately toward the final high ridge separating hell from the mortal world.

Countless bare feet and torn shoes crushed against the cold earth; even when thorns and shards cut their soles, they did not pause.

Atop the ridge, a figure emerged from the dense forest.

Ji You stood in the night wind, his eyes still golden, gazing far into the distance, his face grave.

He had not known the beastfolk were coming to rescue their kin, nor that a massive Descendant worksite lay northwest of the Great Wilderness Forest—only when he changed his cultivation location did he see it all.

But what troubled him was not the beastfolk’s ruthless slaughter or the Descendants’ fierce resistance—it was because something here seemed to be affecting the rolling darkness above the heavens.

If described precisely, it was as if flowing rivers always fell silent when passing this spot, as if drawn by some unseen force.

After observing for a long time, his eyes slowly narrowed; with a metallic clang, he drew his sword, instantly severing countless branches, using spiritual energy as a medium to plant them into the hard soil of the ridge.

One, two, three…

The severed branches, angled and arranged in various ways, gradually spread across the forest’s perimeter, then infused with one thread after another of sword intent.

At this moment, across the vast plain beneath the rolling night, the twenty-three beast kings had already slaughtered the hundred-plus Descendant guards who had charged from above; amid falling blood rain, they plummeted like meteorites into the battlefield inside the wall, landing firmly beside the prince and princess, forming an unshakable iron wall. Facing the renewed tide of pursuing enemies, their demonic energies surged together like a tidal wave crashing against the shore, forcibly repelling and shattering the charging enemy ranks!

But at that moment, the beast prince Ye Han, wielding the black blade, suddenly froze.

Because of the night’s cover and the wall blocking their view, they had not realized what the Descendants were building.

They had assumed the Descendants, like when they first seized Yunzhou, were constructing defensive works and imperial palaces to symbolize their rule.

In fact, their guess was correct: beyond the wall, the scene matched their expectations—towering wooden frameworks rose, grotesque in structure, unmistakably Descendant architecture: the palace’s skeleton.

But the largest structure was neither this palace nor any street—it was a colossal circular platform.

Built entirely of dark, dull stone, its edge stood thirty-six angular steles, like sharp, fanged teeth jutting fiercely into the night sky.

On the smooth surfaces of these steles, dense incantations had already been carved; twisted characters glowed with ominous light under the thin moon, as if waiting to be fully activated.

“The Descendants’ revival is not merely a human calamity—it is the Great Qingyun Cataclysm. The final outcome will be the Descendant Holy Emperor using the old Heavenly Dao to devour the current Heavenly Dao, merging and refining it to suppress eternity. Even if our two races have territorial disputes, they can still be reconciled—but if the Descendants’ scheme succeeds, the end of all things is certain.”

At this moment, Ye Han recalled the letter from You Yingqiu, the current head of the Heavenly Book Academy; his face darkened.

A clear blade-song rang out; his five fingers clenched the hilt tightly, demonic energy surging like a tidal wave. A colossal blade aura, spanning heaven and earth, erupted—ripping through wind and thunder with the force to split mountains and sever rivers, slashing toward the towering angular steles!

The powerful aura stirred endless winds; upon touching the steles, the incantations etched upon them began to rumble.

With a sharp crack, under the merciless pressure of the blade aura, all thirty-six steles shattered at their bases, toppling with heavy, whistling crashes onto the circular platform, becoming a pile of shattered stone and flying dust.

“Stop fighting! Leave immediately! Now!”

Ye Han swung his blade back, shouting to the beast kings and generals.

A palace was of little practical value—it was merely a spiritual symbol. So their prior judgment had been that the Descendants would send all their elite to seize artifacts from the humans, not leave many strong warriors here.

After all, a palace—even if destroyed—could be rebuilt. Speed or delay made no difference.