Chapter 420

"Faster, faster!"

"Dawdling, do you want to be blood food or what?!"

The rolling night covered the wilderness like thick ink, and the towering city wall under construction was like a dormant giant beast, spreading in the shadows.

At the foot of the city wall, the human race and the demon race walking staggeringly were mixed together, with numbness and fear carved on every face.

And the ancient race soldiers were scattered among these people, their scarlet eyes flickering in the darkness like bloodthirsty fireflies. At that time, the iron thorn staves in their hands waved from time to time, and the sharp thorns shone with cold light in the night, forcing the corvee laborers to carry heavy boulders and walk inside.

These corvee laborers were already exhausted to the extreme, their arms trembling continuously due to long-term heavy loads, and their legs were like they were filled with lead, but no one dared to put down the boulders in their hands.

Because there had already been many precedents of falling due to lack of physical strength, and those people, without exception, were all dragged away and never appeared again.

The ancient race fed on ten thousand races, so they naturally knew where those people finally went.

However, the flesh eventually had its limits, and no matter how resilient the will was, it couldn't overcome a body on the verge of collapse.

Just at this moment, a dull thud broke the oppressive rhythm.

An elderly demon race member finally couldn't support himself, his knees softened, and he knelt on the ground. The boulder he was carrying also rolled to the side, raising a cloud of dust.

Seeing this scene, the ancient race soldier supervising the construction nearby narrowed his scarlet eyes, took out an iron hook cast from black iron from his bosom unhurriedly, and walked toward the old demon race member step by step.

"Please... please don't..."

"It doesn't matter, you don't have the value of being a slave, but you still have the value of being food."

"Help... help..."

The blood-red-eyed ancient race member turned a deaf ear to the old demon's shrill begging. The iron hook in his hand cut through the dull air, aiming straight at the old man's trembling shoulder blade.

And this action was exactly the action used by the human race to hook and hang meat such as cattle and sheep, making it convenient to hang up and cut.

However, just as this iron hook was about to fall, those terrified human race and ancient race members almost simultaneously heard a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

"Whoosh!!!!"

A black sharp arrow shot over like a meteor, carrying a violent aura, and accurately pierced the supervisor's forehead. The moment blood and bone fragments splashed, the majestic force actually carried his whole person away, smashing heavily into the rubble pile three zhang away.

A sudden dead silence covered the whole scene, and then, the long-suppressed panic erupted like a broken dam.

"Who is it?!"

"There is an external enemy!"

"Damn it!"

The roars of the ancient race soldiers and the screams of the corvee laborers climbed and intertwined, and the entire inside and outside of the city wall suddenly fell into boiling chaos.

At that time, the torches began to shake wildly, and countless black shadows ran between light and dark, as if the gates of hell had suddenly opened at this moment.

The ancient race guards present stepped into the air instantly, carrying monstrous anger, and rushed toward the source of the arrow.

And at this time, those terrified demon race members couldn't help but look up, and saw a figure suddenly put away the long bow, with an incomparably angry look, and with a clang, revealed the black blade in his hand and killed them.

And coming with him was a silver-red slender figure holding a long spear, with a face as cold as frost and almost going berserk.

And then there were countless figures wearing precious armor, figures crisscrossing in the night, and existences with ancient but incomparably powerful auras, rushing toward the city wall like a broken dam!

Seeing this scene, the thousands of demon race members in the construction site knelt on the ground with a thud and instantly began to wail.

It was the prince, it was the princess, it was the demon general, it was the demon king; the race had not abandoned them...

Amidst the dull rumbling sound, the twenty-three demon kings surged with demon power, like a volcanic eruption, shaking the entire night sky.

Facing the surging wave of ancient race guards, they did not retreat at all, but instead turned into twenty-three meteors tearing through the night, fiercely crashing into the enemy formation!

The brilliant aura intertwined into a destructive torrent, and wherever it passed, the black tide line formed by the ancient race soldiers was torn apart and crushed alive.

That seemingly indestructible line of defense was like fragile cloth, and a huge gap was blasted open; fragments of limbs and weapons splashed in the violent energy storm.

At this time, Fengyang whistled down toward the city wall, and at the same time, her wrist turned suddenly, and the silver spear in her palm turned into lightning tearing through the night, flying through the air!

"Pfft—pfft—pfft—"

The silver spear was like a dragon, piercing the chests of three supervisors in the construction site in an instant, bringing out a string of eye-catching blood.

The spear tip, with its momentum not yet exhausted, was deeply stuck into the ground, and the tail of the spear was still vibrating at a high frequency, making a chilling buzzing sound.

And Fengyang herself had landed like a startled swan, her toes lightly hooked, and she picked up the silver spear from the ground and held it steadily in her hand.

The next moment, her slender waist twisted suddenly, and the long spear infused with endless demon power swept out with the momentum of wind and thunder.

The heavy force crossed in all directions, as if to cut this oppressive night in half!

"Her Highness the Princess..."

"It's okay, leave here immediately with your clansmen, we will cover the retreat."

Fengyang turned her head and finished speaking, and then looked at the human race members who were as panicked and helpless as her clansmen: "You guys go with them too."

As the words fell, those human race members who had been enslaved to the point of bulging veins and could no longer go back knelt down tremblingly and began to kowtow to her.

Seeing this scene, Fengyang's expression became much more complicated.

Except for the ancient race that fed on other races, in fact, this Princess had always held kindness toward all life in this world. She had always hoped that all races in the world could understand each other and live in harmony; she never thought that such a scene would happen under the current circumstances.

Boom!!!!

Just at the moment when Fengyang was slightly distracted by the scene before her, a black blade carrying the momentum of cutting through mountains and rivers slashed down fiercely from the sky above her head!

Before the blade edge arrived, the heavy blade aura had already pressed down like a substantial mountain, shattering the half-built city wall behind it.

Bricks, stones, and giant wood turned into dust under the terrifying impact, and smoke and dust rose into the sky.

In the night, those ancient race guards who were about to come to reinforce didn't even have time to let out a scream before they all exploded into clusters of miserable blood mist under this indiscriminate violent blade aura.

Ye Han's figure appeared in the pervasive blood color. As the long blade in his hand buzzed, the majestic aura of the Heavenly Demon Realm burst out without reservation, sweeping the whole scene like a storm, and his clothes rustled in the surging airflow.

"Fengyang, let them retreat quickly, you follow me to cover the retreat!"

"Yes, Imperial Brother!"

Before the words fell, the silver spear in Fengyang's hand shook, and her figure turned into a silver stream of light, following her Imperial Brother into the wall, and killed into the bottomless darkness.

Just at the moment she set off, in the construction site, the long-suppressed desire for survival finally erupted completely. Thousands of enslaved human race and demon race members, like a broken dam, began a crazy escape toward the direction of the Great Wilderness Forest.

They supported each other, pulled each other, forming a desperate sea tide, scrambling to rush onto the last high ground that separated hell from the human world.

Countless bare feet and broken shoes stepped on the cold ground, and even if the thorns and gravel on the ground cut their soles, they didn't stop at all.

And at this time, on the high ground, a figure was appearing from the lush jungle.

Ji You, who had just finished his cultivation, stood in the night wind, the gold in his eyes not yet faded, looking into the distance, and a look of solemnity appeared on his face.

He didn't know at first that the demon race was coming to rescue their clansmen, nor did he know that there would be such a huge ancient race construction site in the northwest of the Great Wilderness Forest, until he started to change his cultivation location again that he saw everything before him.

But what made him feel solemn was not the decisive killing of the demon race group, or the full resistance of the ancient race, but because there seemed to be something here that was affecting the rolling night in the sky.

If described in detail, it was like the rushing river water would suddenly become silent every time it passed here, as if it had been attracted by something.

After observing for a long time, his eyes began to narrow gradually, and with a clang, he drew his sword, instantly cut off countless branches, and used spiritual energy as a medium to insert all these branches into the hard soil of the hillside.

One, two, three...

Those cut branches were inserted obliquely and pieced together in various ways, gradually beginning to spread to the periphery of the mountain forest, and then he poured a wisp of sword intent into them.

At this moment, in the rolling night above the vast plain, the twenty-three demon kings had already killed all the hundred or so ancient race guards who had attacked from the air. Amidst the flying blood rain, their figures fell rapidly, falling into the battlefield inside the city wall like meteors, standing steadily beside the prince and princess, turning into an unshakable iron wall. Facing the tide of pursuers rushing over again, their demon powers erupted together, like a wild wave breaking on the shore, forcing the surging enemy formation to retreat and collapse!

But just at this moment, the demon prince Ye Han, who was holding the black blade, suddenly narrowed his eyes.

Because of the night cover, coupled with the obstruction of the city wall to the line of sight, they didn't notice what they were building at first.

They only felt that the ancient race was the same as when they first entered Yunzhou, wanting to build defensive works and palaces symbolizing imperial power.

In fact, their guess was correct. Crossing the city wall, the scene inside was as expected. The towering wooden frame rose from the ground, the structure was ferocious, with a distinct ancient race architectural style; it was the frame of the palace.

But the one with the largest area was not this palace-style building, nor was it the streets, but a huge circular high platform.

It was built entirely of some kind of dark stone, and thirty-six pointed square steles stood on the edge of the high platform, like ferocious teeth, ferociously piercing into the night sky.

And on the smooth surface of the square steles, it was already covered with dense incantations, and the twisted characters shone with ominous faint light under the thin moonlight, as if waiting for the moment to be completely activated.

"The revival of the ancient race is not just a disaster for the human race, but in fact a great catastrophe for Qingyun. The final direction of this matter will be the Holy Emperor of the ancient race using the old Heavenly Dao to swallow the current Heavenly Dao, merging and refining it, and suppressing the ages. Even if there is a dispute over the habitat between our two races, it can still be reconciled, but if the conspiracy of the ancient race succeeds, then the end will surely come."

At this moment, Ye Han remembered the letter from the current abbot of the Heavenly Academy, You Yingqiu, and his face changed slightly.

The clear blade hum sounded suddenly. He clenched the hilt of the blade with five fingers, and the demon power all over his body surged like a tsunami. A majestic blade aura that crossed the sky and the earth came out in response, rolling up endless wind and thunder, and with the momentum of splitting mountains and breaking mountains, it slashed fiercely toward those standing pointed square steles!

The powerful blade aura rolled up endless wind and waves, and the moment it touched the stone tablet covered with incantations, it began to rumble.

With a light click, under the ruthless crushing of the blade aura, the thirty-six square steles could no longer support themselves, and they all broke from the roots together, carrying a heavy sound of breaking wind, and fell one after another, smashing onto the circular high platform, turning into a pile of gravel and flying dust.

"Do not fight anymore, leave immediately! Immediately!"

Ye Han shook his blade and returned, shouting at those demon kings and demon generals.

Things like palaces didn't have much practical significance, and were more like a spiritual symbol, so their previous judgment had always been that the ancient race would send all their elites to the human race to seize the artifacts, and would not leave too many powerhouses here.

After all, it was just a palace, and even if it was destroyed, it could be rebuilt, so it didn't matter if it was fast or slow.