Absolute Destiny Game

Xiao Jie rode on auspicious clouds, leisurely flying over the peaceful and harmonious land of Fengyin State. Looking down, tranquil villages dotted among the green mountains and clear waters, with curling smoke from kitchen chimneys, a pastoral scene in stark contrast to the battlefield he was heading to.

Soon, he reached the border of Canglin State. At the border, the Alliance Camp established by Dragon Soaring Country still displayed flags fluttering, with fortifications stretching endlessly. Despite the vanguard having moved out, a large number of follow-up troops were still gathering here, resting and waiting for the orders to rush to the front lines.

The massive army of over two hundred thousand soldiers was grand, though not as fatigued or burdened as in real wars, spread out over several dozen miles. The soldiers’ armors were bright, with swords and spears like a forest, advancing toward the designated combat zones in an orderly fashion, forming units of hundreds and formations of thousands under the calls of their respective officers.

Xiao Jie did not stop and directly crossed the border, officially entering the territory of Canglin State.

Once across the border, the atmosphere changed suddenly. In the air lingered a faint burnt and bloody smell, on the distant horizon, ominous black smoke rose faintly, and the once lush forests showed signs of unnatural wilting and decay in many places. The army below, advancing, fanned out into several columns, heading toward towns and critical paths occupied by demons.

After all, it was a game world with simplified strategic considerations from reality. The Alliance didn’t worry about logistical supplies, nor feared enemy forces leveraging concentrated superior troops for tactical segmentation. Under event rules, as long as the "Demon Activity Level" in Canglin State hadn’t dropped below 50%, the seven Demon Masters acting as World Bosses wouldn’t act prematurely, providing players and the Alliance ample time to clean the northern area of Canglin State.

Xiao Jie, with a thought, brought up the system map. During the event, the system kindly marked the nests of the seven Demon Masters for all players, with terrifying and varied styled icon portraits.

The closest to him was a twisting monster dragon icon, labeled with a name—King Mingyuan.

"Heh, how coincidental." Xiao Jie murmured. He still had some impression of this Boss, having glimpsed him from afar while investigating the Demon Star Tower back then. "Why kill strangers when I can start with the familiar. Today, we’ll begin with you."

He locked onto the direction, and the clouds beneath his feet accelerated, transforming into a stream of light, galloping toward King Mingyuan’s lair.

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Sky Wolf City——

This former key town of Canglin State, now completely turned into a demon-infested den. On the city walls, the once fluttering flags were shredded, replaced by numerous demon skulls of various forms. These skulls twisted in expression, frozen with fear and pain before death, silent empty eye sockets gazing at the fallen land.

More bones and organs were piled and hung wantonly, made into various sacrilegious decorations. Whole skeletons pierced by rough wooden stakes, like spoils, inserted on rooftops and eaves, emitting a grating friction sound in the wind.

Inside the city, it was a paradise for demons. Countless demons of twisted forms, exuding a stench, roamed the streets, biting demon corpses in satisfaction, or gnawing each other to fight over a piece of rotten flesh. The once bustling market and tidy homes now only left behind ruins and bloodstains.

Nevertheless, this long-lasting bloody feast was set to end today.

The sky had unknowingly been shrouded by thick clouds. Thunder rolled deeply, like a giant beast roaring behind the clouds. The air was filled with an unsettling pressure.

Seated on a terrifying throne crafted from the bones of a giant Bull Demon, King Mingyuan suddenly furrowed his brows. He felt an extremely disgusting yet vaguely familiar aura.

The Dragon Clan!?

He suddenly looked up, his yellow-green bizarre pupils contracted abruptly. Those swirling clouds hid a slender and elegant white dragon silhouette, its entire body covered with holy scales, cold dragon eyes overlooking this city of death.

A grand and dignified voice, like rolling thunder, spread through every corner of the city:

"Vile creatures, stealing Dragon Blood, twisting vile beings! You are nothing but wastes tainted by the evil power of the Demon Star, dare to claim evolution and occupy this city, poisoning lives? Today, let it be known to you what true lineage is, what heavenly punishment is! This filthy place shall be cleansed with your blood!"

Dragon Thunder Defense—Thunderbolt!

Rumble! As the White Dragon pressed through the air with its dragon claw, countless thick white lightning bolts poured down like rain, precisely targeting the rampaging demons in the city. Electric serpents danced, thunder roared, masses of demons screamed miserably in the incredibly powerful lightning and instantly turned to charred ashes!

King Mingyuan stood unmoved amidst the thunder’s slam, the dark vapor surrounding him silently dispelled the attacking lightning.

Faced with the White Dragon’s might, there was no trace of fear in his eyes, only hatred fueled by the words "true lineage," a grudge accumulated over centuries, and jealousy ingrained in his bones.

"Ignorant White Dragon! You are the one that deserves death!" King Mingyuan uttered a roar filled with resentment and poison, his body suddenly began to swell and transform intensely! His bones made a tooth-grinding creaking sound, and his flesh squirmed and stretched like living creatures.