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The battle reached its peak as Yao Qingmu shed his human form and transformed back into his demon shape, significantly increasing his combat power. Waves of visible demonic energy surged forth, making the entire Blood Burning Immortal Formation appear even more ferocious.
Yan Zhen and his companions felt like a boat swaying in a storm, teetering on the brink of capsizing yet somehow managing to stay afloat. No matter how powerful the enemy's attacks were, they silently endured.
Yao Qingmu grew increasingly anxious as the fight dragged on; if he couldn't defeat his opponent quickly, it would spell trouble. He noticed countless Spatial Teleportation Arrays lighting up in the surrounding void—these were unique teleportation formations of the Demon Clan. His headquarters had already received his message and was sending reinforcements. If his old rival saw such a large-scale operation without a resolution, he would surely be ridiculed.
At that moment, Zuo Dao accelerated his attack speed as the situation became more dire. The enemy forces continued to surge forward, while their own messages seemed to vanish without a trace.
Demon War Divisions began to emerge from the Spatial Teleportation Arrays, charging directly into Yan Zhen's battle zone. Only a portion of the War Department directed their efforts toward the Tiger Soul War Division.
Equipped with brand new gear that felt tailor-made for them, the entire War Department radiated renewed vigor.
Fearless and undaunted, they charged at the Demon Clan in retaliation. This time, Zuo Dao did not teach them any formations. Yan Zhen's area was the main battlefield, necessitating a formation that could stabilize the situation. The Tiger Soul War Division, Mecha Squad, and Side Door Battle Team had to rely on themselves.
Especially for the Side Door Battle Team, Zuo Dao had done all he could; this wasn't favoritism. Without experiencing the trials of war, these individuals would never grow stronger. Zuo Dao couldn't remain by their side forever or always lead them.
Tang Fengyue understood Zuo Dao's intentions well and fully showcased his abilities during the fight.
With direct strikes, line changes, and sudden turns under his command, the coordination among the three teams evolved from initial awkwardness to perfect synergy, entirely thanks to Tang Fengyue's organizational skills.
One War Department after another fell beneath their feet. Though they lacked the arrogance of the Twelve Disciples, they operated cautiously, aiming to inflict maximum damage on the enemy's living forces without drawing attention from their main force.
However, at that moment, there were not just thousands of Alien Races on the battlefield; had it not been for their tightly-knit unity, they would have been scattered long ago. The Twelve Disciples and Tang Fengyue were completely isolated from one another; the enemy's numbers were overwhelmingly vast—a veritable mountain of demons and sea of monsters.
When numbers exceeded a certain threshold, they transformed into sheer power, plunging both sides of the battlefield into crisis simultaneously.
Although Zuo Dao had never intended to rely on the Supreme Academy, the current situation left him questioning its efficiency. With everything in such disarray and no signs of activity, he wondered how they could have held their ground against the Demon Clan for so long without being breached.
Without suppressing his cultivation, Zuo Dao's spiritual energy surged at full speed. If anyone were nearby, they would hear the sound of his energy rushing like a fierce torrent.
The Great Dream Hammer Sound could suppress an opponent temporarily, but not indefinitely. He sensed powerful auras brewing within several gaps in the void, indicating that new demon kings were preparing to arrive through Teleportation.
Meanwhile, Yan Zhen finally began to wield his sword with seriousness. In a state of unity with his weapon, he executed a strike of Creation. Since he was there to protect, he would cut down all dangers and restore peace.
Retreat.
Yao Qingmu began to lead the entire Blood Burning Immortal Formation backward even before Yan Zhen's Sword Slash was unleashed. He felt an unpleasant aura and a deep desire emanating from Yan Zhen's sword. The unpleasantness stemmed from centuries of opposition, while the desire was an urge to devour that very sword.
Not only Yan Zhen, but the other eleven also summoned their treasures, initiating a new round of battle. The combined efforts of the twelve caused Yao Qingmu, who was already retreating, to feel overwhelmed. Those who became demon kings were all individuals of strong will; otherwise, they wouldn't have endured such suffering to reach this point.
There was only one thing that could astonish a demon king: the identities of the others.
Are they going against us?
The Twelve Holy Sons?
This can't be a joke!
One human cultivator had already given the Demon Clan a headache; now there were twelve. He could only hope that more demon kings would be dispatched from above.
The united strength of the human cultivators managed to suppress the demonic presence on the battlefield slightly, but Zuo Dao knew it wasn't enough. He didn't worry about Yan Zhen; the Zodiac Twelve Palaces weren't easily breached. What concerned him was another battlefield involving Tiger Soul and Tang Fengyue.
With his fists vibrating rapidly, he sent one demon after another flying. He turned and charged into the enemy's battle circle, aiming to merge the two battlefields into one. With the protection of the Twelve Disciples, he could fight with a clear mind. However, Zuo Dao had overlooked one critical issue: the Demon Clan's lethal intent towards the Saint Child.
Zuo Dao's punching speed increased exponentially, eventually forming a cocoon of fists around him, allowing him to rampage across the battlefield, unstoppable in his advance.
He aimed to open a passage between the two teams before the new Demon King descended, allowing the War Department to reunite.
At that moment, Tang Fengyue understood Zuo Dao's intentions and led his team toward the passage with all their might. Yao Qingmu was exhausted; the appearance of the Twelve Disciples had completely shaken his resolve, leaving him unable to focus on anything else.
When the Tiger Soul War Division came into view, he realized that the entire battlefield was being dominated by a single individual.
As the Tiger Soul members merged into the Zodiac Twelve Palaces with Zuo Dao's assistance, Yao Qingmu recognized that he had lost the best opportunity to strike. He no longer engaged with his opponents and decisively withdrew from the battlefield.
The War Department in the void finally ceased its external output, but by then, the number of Alien Race forces had swelled to nearly one hundred thousand—an overwhelming force against a Human Race War Division of less than five thousand.
A torrent of Demonic Energy flames ultimately descended. The Four Great Demon Kings and Four Great Demon Lords, along with Yao Qingmu, meant that nine powerful leaders from the Demon Clan had emerged.
With the arrival of seven more kings, the formation in this realm could no longer withstand their overwhelming presence and shattered under their might.
The emergence of these nine kings also triggered an alarm at Supreme Academy. The first to receive this warning was Tai Shu Wudi from Spirit Sword Battle Zone.
The kings of the Alien Race were equivalent to experts at the Endless Cycle Realm among humans. Typically, they would not appear on the battlefield; this was part of a covert transaction. If these kings could openly clash on the battlefield, there would be no need for prolonged fighting—high-level combatants would settle it directly.
Spirit Sword Academy quickly relayed this information back to Supreme Academy. When they received this intelligence late at night, an unmatched aura emanated from deep within Supreme Academy as Nine Paths surged forth. This indicated that their top experts were mobilizing.
No one understood why the Alien Race would deploy their kings onto the battlefield. When this information reached them, all but Luo Huaxing were taken aback. However, once they grasped the situation on the battlefield, silence fell over them all.
The emergence of the Twelve Holy Sons prompted the mobilization of nine great kings, which was not an impossible feat. All the elite forces began to surge into the battlefield.
The Twelve Holy Sons must not be lost; this was the collective will of the Supreme Academy and could not be opposed.
Upon seeing his allies arrive, Yao Qingmu felt a sense of relief, realizing that those who came were some of the most skilled individuals from his clan.
From the Demon Clan: Demon Cube, Demon Lord, Demon Alliance, Mo Jie.
From the Beast Clan: Yao Yu, Yao Tian, Yao Duo, Yao Guang.
The hierarchy within the Demon Clan was clear-cut; as one ascended, names became fewer. Their king was simply known as "Demon," while the Beast Clan's sole king was called "Yao."
Although Yao Qingmu was also a Beast King, he felt like a junior in their presence.
Having escaped from the Blood Burning Immortal Formation, Yao Qingmu felt a wave of weakness wash over him. However, he did not have time to recuperate and quickly approached them to relay the current situation regarding the Eight Kings while also offering his apologies.
With a wave of his hand, Yao Yu infused a pure and potent beastly aura into Yao Qingmu's body.
"Take some time to recover. You are not at fault in this matter; in fact, you have contributed greatly. Once we eliminate their Saint Child, we will reward you."
When the Eight Kings heard that there were actually Twelve Holy Sons present, their eyes lit up with excitement. They were well aware of the power of a Saint Child; however, they considered an unripe Saint Child to be beneath their notice.
Moreover, for them, a human Saint Child would serve as an excellent tonic; it was just that killing a Saint Child was exceedingly difficult. A millennium ago, it took their king joining forces to severely injure one, but they had suffered significant damage in return. The blood of the Saint Child collected from that battlefield had directly birthed a new generation of kings.
They were among those beneficiaries. If they could capture all Twelve Holy Sons alive now and present them to their king, who could then refine them into elixirs, it would undoubtedly yield unimaginable benefits.
Zuo Dao had already joined forces with the Twelve Disciples, Tiger Soul, Tang Fengyue, and others. He stood silently at the center of the battlefield, surveying the surrounding Demon Army.
Yan Zhen and the others were only slightly exhausted and would be able to fight again after a short rest.
The Tiger Soul War Division had suffered some losses; without the protection of the Twelve Disciples, casualties were inevitable.
The Side Door Battle Team had no fatalities, but everyone bore wounds.
The Mecha Squad was fine, though their faces were pale from overexertion during the previous battle, which was beginning to take its toll.
The situation was not the worst; they still had enough strength for another fight. Zuo Dao waved his hand, and countless vials appeared before everyone.
“Twelve Disciples, continue to protect. Everyone focus on healing; no one is allowed to engage in battle without my command. Additionally, Heterodox, once you’ve recovered, quickly take over the position of the Twelve Disciples.”
Commands were issued one after another. Zuo Dao looked solemnly at the Eight People who appeared behind the enemy.
The upcoming war was beyond what these individuals could participate in. First, he needed the Twelve Disciples to hold their ground and allow the entire War Department to return to peak condition. After that, he would replace the Twelve Disciples to prepare for any sudden developments.
Zuo Dao was not arrogant; after arriving in this new place, he finally understood his Realm: Endless Cycle Realm. It was the highest level achievable in this world.
Facing eight opponents alone was something he had yet to experience; he could not make a judgment. However, one-on-one, it was clear he could easily dominate his opponent. The question remained: would they even give him a chance for such a duel?
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