Realm-Hopping Martial Master

"Senior Brother Lu, tell me about the current situation."

Jiang Shu traversed through the space, each step appearing effortless.

In a short amount of time, Jiang Shu reached the Mixed Cave Realm. After pondering for a moment, he said, "At present, I would say we have achieved a major victory."

"Wherever our human army goes, it is invincible and victorious."

After saying this, he gave a wry smile and continued,

"Others only see our human advantage, but in reality, only we know that although the demon race is gravely injured, it hasn’t hurt their vital force."

"The reason the Demon Domain is the Demon Domain is because it naturally suits the cultivation of the demon race. In the Demon Domain, a Daoist Venerable can open up an internal world, completely ignoring the various demon energies within the domain. But for ordinary cultivators, who isn’t forced to draw out their primordial qi to resist the demon energy?"

"The lower the realm, the more you need to draw. In battle, you can often only exert seventy to eighty percent of your strength, or even less."

"It is clear that the demon race is just waiting for an opportunity. As soon as the human side makes a mistake, they can destroy a large amount of the human forces’ core strength."

Lu Chong’s aura gradually began to recover.

When he looked down again, he found himself in a relatively low-lying, undulating hilly terrain.

The heat of the Sand Sea had disappeared, replaced by a slightly damp breeze mixed with the scent of vegetation and blood.

In the distance, the faint sounds of battle cries and energy explosions could be heard.

Looking far ahead, at the edge of the horizon, a cloud of dust soared into the sky, flames flashing within, lighting up half the sky intermittently.

"There’s a great battle ahead."

Jiang Shu’s eyes narrowed slightly, his perception like an invisible web instantly covering that area.

There was no need for deliberate probing; the vast and chaotic life field of war, the intense killing aura heavy with death will, and the violent demon energy were as conspicuous as a torch in the night.

It was not a large town, but it was surrounded by a highly rated City Defense Array, flickering under the continuous human attacks.

A single array is not much for the humans, who are more specialized in formations.

The most crucial point is that Jiang Shu could sense within this small town, there were actually three presences comparable to the Mixed Cave Realm lingering.

There were three Demon Venerables stationed here!

Among them, one presence was heavy like a mountain yet possessed a sharpness capable of tearing the heavens, much stronger than the White Tiger Demon Lord he had just obliterated, even standing out among those in the early stage of the Demon Venerable.

Lu Chong also noticed the towering momentum, his expression changing slightly:

"There is actually a Demon Venerable stationed in this city?!"

Jiang Shu remained silent, his gaze penetrating the layers of space to lock onto the gigantic city.

The city walls soared a thousand feet high, entirely constructed from a dark black rock with a metallic sheen, on which countless intricate and eerie blood-colored demon patterns were engraved.

These demon patterns were currently being activated frenziedly, forming a semi-transparent, massive dark red energy shield, enveloping the entire city.

Outside the shield was a gathering of cultivators from the Human Race Alliance Army.

Cultivators clad in battle armor of different colored uniforms covered the sky, converging into dozens of battle formations of varying sizes.

Some formations appeared like millstones, with hundreds of cultivators standing on array plates, collectively summoning enormous bronze giant axe phantoms, each strike shaking the heavens and earth, striking the dark red shield, causing vast ripples and cracks, but soon repaired by subsequent demonic power.

Other formations resembled sharp long spears, with nearly a thousand robust cultivators using their own blood and spiritual power as the spearhead, forming a spiraling immense blood-colored spear glow, ferociously gouging at the weak points of the shield again and again.

Under the defense of the Demon Venerable, this spear formation was not only ineffective but also caused injuries to numerous human cultivators due to the rebound force.

Apart from these formations, many engineering machines in the human alliance army camp were in operation, rumbling loudly.

However, Split Stone City remained an immovable, steadfast rock.

The city walls were lined with lower realm demon cultivators, who, like a swarm of ants, orderly threw down bone spears coated with poison or unleashed various talent-based demon arts to fend off the humans’ assaults.

Among them, there were quite a few transformed demons commandeering, directing these low-intelligence cannon fodder to intercept the human elites’ strategic breakthrough forces.

"Kill!"

"Elixir! Elixir! Without it, these wounds will definitely be lethal!"

"I don’t think I’ll survive this one. Instead of dying pitifully in a field hospital, I might as well self-destruct and maybe break this damned shell. If you get back alive, take care of my old man for me."

"Moving on ahead."

Shouts, roars, the collision of arrays, and the explosions from self-destruction intertwined.

The ground had long been stained black and red, severed limbs scattered everywhere, the thick scent of blood and burning almost tangible, enveloping this valley.

Further away, in midair, human experts fought while floating.

A white-haired elder, shrouded in an aura of xuanhuang, continuously formed seals with his hands, invoking the deep earth vein qi into massive stone columns and spires, bombarding the shield incessantly.

A middle-aged beautiful woman, clad in a flame robe, held her hands in a gesture, with a blazing fire wheel spinning wildly in front of her, spraying scorching fire dragon vortexes that repeatedly struck the top of the shield.

A Sword Venerable from the Hidden Sword Sect, wielding his sword with unparalleled sword qi, split into thousands, aiming precisely at the newly torn cracks in the shield to try to expand and tear it apart.

However, in the city, three more formidable presences stood as unwavering stabilizers.

A massive cyan giant eagle perched on the highest tower, its eagle eyes sharp as lightning, its wings spread wide, inciting sky-full of cyan-black wind blades that accurately intercepted and diminished each attack from the human venerables, rapidly repairing the shield.

Elsewhere, a giant serpent with a single horn coiled on the city’s main altar, emitting a sickly green toxic mist that merged with the shield, not only enhancing its resilience but also forming a retaliatory force, causing the attacking human cultivators’ skin to fester and spiritual power to become sluggish.

In the center of the City Lord Mansion, the mid-stage Demon Venerable presence firmly targeted the human race’s top fighting power outside.

He was a giant nearly ten feet tall, bare-chested.

His skin appeared bronze and metallic, his muscles knotted like cast iron.

His most striking feature was a pair of curved horns on his head that glimmered with dark gold light, and his golden vertical pupils.

He did not directly strike, but hovered coldly above the City Lord Mansion with arms crossed.

Whenever the human venerables attempted to combine Divine Skills into a concentrated attack on a single point, his golden pupil would flash slightly, and an overwhelming invisible will, like a divine mountain, would descend upon them.

Boom!

The stone pillars and fire wheels, which were poised for a coordinated strike, were shattered by this will.

"Puh!"

Two Mixed Cave Realm Daoist Venerables groaned simultaneously, stumbling in the air, their faces turning pale instantly.

The horned giant’s lips curled into a cruel and cold arc, his voice like metal scraping against metal, resounding across the battlefield.

"A bunch of ants, this city will be your burial ground!"

The frigid words added another invisible barrier to Split Stone City, and the beasts on the city walls, their morale boosted, roared wildly, redoubling their fierce onslaught.

The human alliance army’s command center was set within a temporary fortress on a high ground.

"Damn it!"

A middle-aged man in True Martial Sect Elder attire, exuding an imposing demeanor, slammed a fist onto the ground, the insignia on his shoulder indicating his notable status.

In those few fleeting moments, he had witnessed many True Martial Sect disciples turned to blood mist.

Some of these disciples had just reached the Nirvana Realm, with bright futures ahead.

"That Golden Horn Demon Antelope’s attacks, rare as they are, utterly shatter our coordinated offensives!"

"The demonic power is abundant, and its will impact is incredibly fearsome, not inferior even among mid-stage Demon Venerables."

"Why is such a powerful entity here? Shouldn’t they be in the Emperor Palace, in seclusion, seeking the path to ascending to Demon Lord?"