"Ten Thousand Spirits, I advise you not to act rashly." 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

A Daoist Venerable from the Hidden Sword Sect stepped forward. Behind him was merely a longsword, yet his aura seemed potent enough to cleave the heavens and extinguish the earth.

Sword Cultivators have always been known for their prowess in combat.

As the strongest Sword Cultivator sect, the Hidden Sword Sect specializes in offensive Divine Skills, focusing solely on attack without defense. This particular Daoist Venerable from the Hidden Sword Sect was a peerless prodigy from ages past, capable of contending with the Supreme Sect Leader of the Beast Taming Sect alone, not to mention that other Supreme Sect Leaders surrounded him.

The Beast Taming Sect Leader always thought he had a flawless plan, but little did he know that they had been aware of everything, waiting for this exact moment.

He turned pale but forced himself to remain calm.

"Our Beast Taming Sect is one of the Human Clan’s Eight Great Sects, and we achieved great accomplishments in this battle. Collaborating with the Demon Race was merely a contingency."

"You’ve been hiding within the Cang Mang Domain for so long; do you really believe that it will always remain tranquil?"

Upon hearing this, a middle-aged man who had been resting with his eyes closed opened them, scoffing, "Presumptuous. If you truly seek a path, becoming Immortal is your answer. You’ve allied with the Demon Race, and yet you still try to make yourself look good?"

"In recent years, news from the Beast Taming Sect has been plentiful. You colluded with the Demon Sect and Demon Race, attempting to slay Human Clan prodigies in the Ancient Demon Sect Relics. If Jiang Taixuan hadn’t turned the tide, who knows how many more of our sects would have suffered losses in this battle?"

"Ten Thousand Spirits, we other sects never oppressed you; after all, we are of the Human Clan. Why ally with the Demon Race?"

The middle-aged man shook his head, his voice full of regret.

He regretted not what Ten Thousand Spirits had done, but rather the innocent disciples within the Beast Taming Sect, especially those servant disciples, Outer Disciples, who were unaware of their sect’s schemes due to their low status.

Yet because they belonged to the Beast Taming Sect, they suffered numerous casualties in this war.

They fell as cannon fodder.

Even if they survived by luck, cultivating the Beast Taming Sect’s Divine Skills wouldn’t compare to disciples from other sects; their future seemed predetermined.

"The victor is king, the loser is the bandit."

Knowing he had no defense, the Beast Taming Sect Leader simply admitted,

"From the moment the Demon Race began retreating, I realized our plans might be exposed. Still, I held onto hope, leading to today’s situation."

"There are human spies on the Demon Race’s side, right? I had never heard before; must be Jiang Taixuan’s doing."

"Such a small Daoist Monarch, causing such upheaval on the massive battlefield, is truly unbelievable. Our Beast Taming Sect’s centuries of planning fell to him."

His expression was filled with sighs as the other Supreme Sect Leaders frowned one by one.

"As matters stand, all I can say is that it was for the Cang Mang Domain, for the Human Clan’s future, but I can’t voice it, nor can you discern it."

After saying this, he closed his eyes and spoke no more.

The Dao Yi Sect Leader, the middle-aged man, possessed unfathomable cultivation, far-sighted. Under his leadership, the Dao Yi Sect thrived, leading to the current dominance among the Eight Great Sects.

He seemed to have guessed something, also falling silent. Moments later, he looked up at the sky, a mysterious brilliance flickering in his eyes.

"Taiwu’s cultivation has improved again."

"The Power Dao is indeed one of the foremost paths among the Three Thousand Dao."

High above, Taiwu Daoist Venerable’s blood and energy surged. Tens of thousands of Dao Rhyme flowed around him. With a single punch, he made the Kunpeng Demon Venerable’s figure tremble, exposing an unseen weakness, but not enough to be defeated immediately.

Zong Yue regained his past glory, laughing heartily as he struck with his sword, drenched in the True Blood of Vermilion Bird, his aura overwhelming.

Disciples from the Seven Great Sects supported each other, united as one. Despite the brutal battle, there were few casualties, and they fought with increasing bravery, leading the charge.

On the other hand, the strongest races of the Demon Race, despite their specialties, appeared disorderly and were thoroughly overwhelmed by True Inheritors from the sects, suffering disastrous defeats, looking utterly pathetic.

"You damned beast, take a blow from your grandpa!"

On the battlefield below, a Human Cultivator wielding a Ghost Head Saber with hair and beard flying, despite only being in the Primordial Pill Realm, carved out a path, his face twisted like a fierce ghost.

He had no fear of the powerful demon before him. Feeling his Primordial Power depleting and having no strength to fight further, stranded deep within enemy lines, he resolutely ignited his own Dao Practice, laughing loudly as he charged into the midst of the Demon Race.

"The blood feud of the past, avenged today!"

"May our Human Clan thrive, and Martial Arts flourish!"

"Boom!"

Amidst the deafening explosion, a vast area of the Demon Race was engulfed, limbs flying through the air, merging with the battle cries of Human Cultivators, creating a grim battlefield.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three hundred and sixty-five Great Arrays operated wildly. Mighty blasts surged from within, carrying the force of the heavens and earth. In the presence of Daoist Monarch Realm figures, the blasting power of the Formation brought about the demise of the Demon Race wherever it surged.

Space shattered, and Dao Rhyme flowed.

This was a battlefield of iron and blood.

Even Nirvana Realm True Monarchs faced the possibility of perishing.

Humans were killed by demons, even swallowed and crushed, while demons were slain by humans, their very souls shattered.

Life was worthless in a battle of this caliber.

The formations rumbled continuously, and under the relentless output, the hastily gathered Demon Race began to crumble, showing signs of retreat. Even though Demon Monarchs at the rear shouted incessantly, it could only temporarily delay the inevitable.