Fantasy: Unparalleled Prince, Conquering the Heavens!-Chapter 670 - 674: The Catastrophe of the Human Race_1

Zongyuan Continent!

Located behind the Blade Minor Thousand Worlds, it was just an ordinary continent. It was not excessively large, with a diameter of only ninety million kilometers. It was home to tens of billions of Human Warriors, with a peak True Immortal Realm Martial Artist presiding over it.

In the heart of the continent stood a majestic Immortal City. Its Immortal Array gleamed, inadvertently releasing terrifying fluctuations of energy. Through the Immortal Array, one could see the city walls lined with Human Warriors, clutching battle weapons. They gazed up at the firmament, poised and alert, as if awaiting something.

Behind the city was an Immortal Mountain that towered into the clouds. At the mountain's peak, six Immortal Yuan Wolf Lights were lit, ascending into the starry sky, so bright they were clearly visible even from light-years away.

"Sir, the Blade Minor Thousand World has fallen!" a Martial Artist in a blue robe reported, stumbling onto the city wall and approaching the figure at the center of the city tower with a hushed, panicked voice.

This figure was the ruler of Zongyuan Continent: Wei Linxian. He stood nine-foot-tall, clad in obsidian armor. A scar, deep enough to reveal bone, marred his face, giving him an incredibly fierce appearance.

"Such ferocity!" Wei Linxian frowned slightly upon hearing the news. He ordered in a deep voice, "How many of the common people have been evacuated?"

"Sir, the war erupted too suddenly. Only one-tenth of the children have been evacuated!" replied an official in charge of internal affairs, cupping his hands.

"Begin evacuating the promising youths!" Wei Linxian commanded.

This was an unfair order, but it was the most pragmatic choice.

If the youth are strong, the clan will be strong!

With the Blade Minor Thousand World lost and the enemy at their doorstep, there was certainly no time to evacuate everyone. Only a select group of important individuals could be chosen to leave. These departing youths would be the continent's flame, the hope for revenge!

"As you command!" The official in charge of internal affairs departed, his expression unchanged.

At that moment, a speck of blood appeared in the distant starry sky. It resembled a roaring blood dragon, its killing intent so vast it shook the heavens, permeated the cosmos, and struck terror for tens of thousands of li.

"They're here!" Wei Linxian's eyes flashed as he stared at the Bone Demon Army, which was enveloped in a dense, murderous aura. "Everyone, prepare for battle!" he ordered.

No one verbally replied, but all Martial Artists who had broken through to the Immortal Realm levitated into the sky. They circulated their Immortal Qi at full power, their faces grim with determination, ready for battle.

Since the Dark Age, the Human Clan and the All Clans had been locked in a life-or-death struggle, becoming long accustomed to war. This was especially true for the stars near the front lines, which were often engulfed by the flames of conflict. The Human Warriors living on Zongyuan Continent were mostly retired soldiers; naturally, they did not fear battle.

"Kill!"

Soon, the Skeleton Demon Leader led his army to the periphery of Zongyuan Continent. Like beasts that had found an outlet for their aggression, their eyes blazed with murderous intent as they thrust out their spears.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The World Canopy of Zongyuan Continent instantly shattered. Over thirty thousand Bone Demon Army soldiers poured through the breach. Their targets were clear, as if rehearsed. They split into over a hundred small squads to annihilate all Martial Artists above the Immortal Realm on Zongyuan Continent.

Facing the Bone Demon Army, whose weakest members were at the Heavenly Immortal Realm, the Martial Artists of Zongyuan Continent were powerless to resist. They were slaughtered one after another, falling into pools of their own blood.

A monstrous wave of Evil Qi surged, filling the azure sky. The sky over the entire world became shrouded in a layer of blood mist.

"The Human Clan is weak!" Atop the Immortal City, Wei Linxian muttered, his killing intent flaring. "Master, one hundred thousand years ago, you were slain by a demon! Your disciple swore an oath to avenge you, but now it seems that vow can no longer be fulfilled! However, before I die, this disciple will drag a few demons down to accompany you! Master, farewell for eternity!"

He rushed toward the nearest Bone Demon Army soldier. His aura turned berserk, and just as he neared them, he detonated himself with a thunderous explosion. Caught off guard, hundreds of Bone Demon Army soldiers were instantly obliterated, leaving not even ashes behind.

"Another madman!" The Skeleton Demon Leader's mouth twitched. An inferno of rage, so intense it seemed to take on substance, instantly erupted within him, burning fiercely. He glanced towards the Immortal City. Inside, tens of millions of Human Clan citizens resided—from white-haired elders to young children—all their faces contorted with hatred, their eyes filled with boundless killing intent.

For some unknown reason, a chill suddenly gripped his heart. In that instant, it was as if he glimpsed Death itself.

How can this be?

Before long, the Human Clan will have no place left in the All Heavens and Myriad Realms!

Suppressing the absurd notion in his heart, the Skeleton Demon Leader raised his battle spear and hurled it fiercely towards the Immortal City. Demonic Qi, dense as a prison, surged around the spear, transforming it into what looked like a world-destroying demonic dragon as it descended to suppress everything.

BOOM!

The earth quaked violently. The vast continent was pierced straight through, leaving a bottomless chasm that annihilated all life in its vicinity.

"General, the area has been cleared!" a Deputy General reported, stepping forward and saluting respectfully.

"Set up the Formation!" the Skeleton Demon Leader expelled a turbid breath and commanded coldly.

Minutes later, an immense Formation materialized in the sky above Zongyuan Continent. Countless black runic lines, pulsing with an obsidian demonic light, sealed the very heavens. All the Bone Demon Army soldiers sat cross-legged within the Formation, their eyes slightly closed as they began to operate their Cultivation Technique.

A terrifying suction force erupted from within the Formation.

"Not good!" a knowledgeable Semi-Immortal Realm Martial Artist cried out, his face bloodless, his soul quaking in utter despair. "These demons are trying to refine us, to use us as cultivation fodder!"

The moment his words fell, he felt a terrifying power descend from above, invading his body and forcibly ripping out his vital blood. "Ah!"

An indescribable agony suffused his entire being, like tens of thousands of ants gnawing at his flesh. The pain made it hard to breathe, sent his soul into convulsions, and was so unbearable that death seemed a preferable state. It was not just him; all living creatures on the continent suffered the same fate.

Screams and wails echoed across the continent.

This was the sorrow of the world!

And the sorrow of the Human Clan!

An hour later, the demonic Formation enveloping the heavens dissipated.

"HAHA!"

"So refreshing! Among all the All Clans, the vital blood of the Human Clan is truly the most delectable!"

Horrifying auras erupted from the Bone Demon Army soldiers. Ferocious smiles stretched their faces, their eyes blood-red with ecstatic delight. That single hour had yielded more progress than ten thousand years of cultivation. Many soldiers had advanced their cultivation by an entire minor Realm.

"Let's go! To the next world!" A rare smile touched the icy face of the Skeleton Demon Leader. He produced a star chart, determined their direction, and then led his army away.

「Half a day later.」

Countless resplendent sword lights streaked across the Void, converging into a veritable river of swords that flowed towards the periphery of Zongyuan Continent.

"How... how could this happen?"

"They're all dead!"

Standing high in the firmament, the Grand Elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect surveyed the scene below. His eyes widened, pupils dilating, his face became a mask of stunned disbelief, and his entire body trembled. He could not believe what he was seeing.

In the cities, in the fields, on the official roads... Everywhere, heaps of white bones were piled up. Some were prostrate, heads clasped in their hands as if begging for mercy; others were curled up, or lay powerlessly on the ground. All clearly showed signs of having endured unimaginable torture.

Under the sunlight, the white bones reflected a ghastly, pale light. The Void was permeated with an aura of death.

The entire world, apart from the mournful soughing of the wind, was deathly silent. Not another sound could be heard, nor was there the slightest sign of life. It was as if they had arrived in a veritable land of the dead, not a continent that had once been home to ten billion members of the Human Clan.

"Those demons... they... they were using the flesh and blood of our Human Clan for their cultivation!" one of the Disciples said hoarsely, his eyes red with fury. The Sword Intent concealed within him erupted completely, tearing the Void apart.

"This is bad! Head to the Wolf Forest Continent!" The Grand Elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect, standing at the forefront, suddenly seemed to realize something. His expression changed drastically as he urgently commanded.

Upon hearing this, many Disciples were visibly alarmed, worry clouding their eyes.

The Wolf Forest Continent was the closest world to Zongyuan Continent, home to a hundred billion humans. Moreover, it served as a crucial transit hub for frontline supplies; its geographical position was of paramount importance. If the Wolf Forest Continent were to fall, the Human Clan's northern powers would suffer a catastrophic blow.

With the northern territories in turmoil, the Human Clan's predicament would become even more dire.