Night Without End

Qin Ming's heart kept sinking; he was a bit worried about Li Qingyue, Wu Yaizu, and others. He originally thought they could protect themselves, but now it seemed uncertain.

In the night sky, blood-stained yellow leaves floated down. He felt the chill of this late autumn was very intense, with death everywhere. Some familiar faces he might never see again.

Soon after, his pupils contracted as he saw Chu Pianran, who had resurrected from the ancient Immortal Temple, her sword qi traversing, slaying an old demon of the Fourth Realm mixed in the demon ranks.

Qin Ming's heart was quite unsettled; this woman was indeed incredibly formidable.

At the same time, he also realized that some old guys wanted to strangle the seeds of the opposing camp. The atmosphere in the entire region made people feel intensely uneasy.

Qin Ming moved away, quickly changing out of his blood-stained white clothes, and becoming much more low-key.

In the distance, a large faction of the Esoteric Buddhism—Heavenly God Palace, a group of people wailed mournfully. Their strongest Divine Seed had perished, ranking alongside Cheng Cheng and Zhao Qingcheng.

Not long after, the demon camp was in chaotic dance, some old demons went mad. On their side, a top-level Heavenly Demon species was killed.

"A Heavenly Demon species on par with the Jade Emperor was beheaded by an Immortal Road old senior from our side!"

The people of Ye State conveyed such a message.

Clearly, the people of the Immortal Road were retaliating. Su Shiyun was killed by an Old Demon, and now the Immortal Road had successfully hunted down the "heart's flesh" of the opposing side.

"Thank you, brother, for saving me. I am from the Qian Family of Luoyue City. Hide quickly, there are old guys hunting down the Immortal Seed in secret!"

Along the way, Qin Ming rescued some experts on the brink of desperation. Someone told him that the environment was increasingly dangerous, and he mustn't stand out too much.

Qin Ming nodded, suspecting that there might be no clear victory in the Ancestor Master Battlefield, hence both sides wished to kill each other's future Grandmaster level figures, madly targeting the seeds.

Sure enough, not long afterward, an old guy sped through this region, probing with Consciousness Spiritual Light, as if searching for someone.

Rumble!

In the distance, Jiang Ran executed a formidable Fourth Realm Fierce Great Demon.

In an instant, several Old Demons appeared, rushing towards her to kill.

However, more old guys suddenly emerged among the humans, directly hunting them down.

Qin Ming's pupils contracted, murmuring, "Chaotic melee, is it going to collapse? I guess neither side can withstand such losses."

He began to become cautious, in fact, the seeds on both sides did not dare to appear easily.

A moment later, the demon clan camp sent out a long howl, a highly prestigious "Phoenix Child" on Huofeng Mountain was killed by an old guy from the human side.

Immediately, that region was engulfed in towering flames, a Grandmaster level Heavenly Phoenix appeared, exceedingly furious, wanting to exact bloody revenge.

Rumble!

Amidst thunder and lightning, many of its feathers exploded off. Two blood-covered human Great Grandmasters went hunting for him, one was an old monster from the Ghost Road, and the other was an expert from the Forbidden Land.

"It's over, the entire Shenshang Plain is about to turn into chaos." Qin Ming foresaw something ominous, there was no safe region anymore.

And then, at that moment, he suddenly felt his scalp tingle, every hair standing on end, a palpitating sense of a major disaster looming; had an old monster targeted him?

Qin Ming remained unperturbed, hiding among the crowd, not discovering the source of the crisis.

Eventually, the danger did appear, initially silently, and then the sky collapsed, the heavy clouds above this battlefield exploded and vanished instantly.

This was not targeting a person but aimed at the densely packed mass of people.

Qin Ming saw a silver long spear flying from the direction of the demon camp, surrounded by dense demon script, rapidly enlarging, shaking heaven and earth as it flew.

On the side of Ye State, a Nine Colored Sword appeared, cutting with endless patterns of order, slicing through the pitch-black sky, as if breaching the shackles of time and space.

"The Gods... appear!" A Grandmaster's voice trembled, revealing the truth.

Qin Ming finally knew what made him feel palpitated. Divine beings descended—it was like a natural disaster, how could someone of his "little stature" withstand it?

No one knew whether it was the Demon God who struck first, or the strong of Ye State who made the move, both aiming to annihilate the massive crowd of the opposing camp's cultivators.

The two weapons met in the night sky, the light so intense that it was impossible for many to gaze, eyes almost bleeding; it was the grand collision of Divine Level power.

Qin Ming wondered if he would be "gone" just like that.

No matter what, he immediately took self-preservation actions, using the Earth Escape Skill, frantically rushing underground towards the plains.

The backlash from the clash of the two weapons was devastating, enough to shock many mid to low-level cultivators to death nearby.

At a critical moment, both sides made moves. In the night sky, large hands extended from different directions, Divine Radiance surged, blocking the Divine Light and endless runes emitted by the two weapons.

Even so, many on the ground still stumbled, panting heavily, almost suffocated by the pressure just then.

Someone in the Ancestor Master Battlefield also intervened, wielding Exotic Treasures, seemingly intent on slaying a god!

"Retreat!"

A Grandmaster level figure spoke, ordering the people on Ye State's side to fall back.

On the opposite side, the demon clan's Divine being instructed personally, ordering the army to retreat.

Qin Ming returned to the surface, blended into the crowd, hurriedly retreating backward, returning to the boundary.

He knew that the huge crisis had not been alleviated, instead, it might have reached its peak, because the appearance of the gods forced all high-caliber old guys into play.

This time, whether the sides intended a final strike or were commencing negotiations to each retreat was impossible to determine now.