Night Without End

On the Ancestor Master Battlefield, the great battle of the Sixth Realm powerhouses had also come to a halt. There, the blood mist surged, dyeing the sky red. The scarlet hue lingered for a long time, and the specific casualties of the Ancestor Masters were unknown.

As Leng Mingkong, Helian Chengyun, Qingtian, and certain other Ancestor Masters emerged in the blood clouds, people's hearts sank; many Ancestor Masters were missing!

Were those people killed in battle or had they retreated badly wounded? If it were the former, the losses of this campaign were unimaginable.

On the human side, white immortal fog surged, revealing the partial silhouette of a huge figure, displaying non-human attributes, suspected to be the body of a certain Ancestor Master after becoming Divine.

At this moment, he spoke: "Are you forced to be the vanguard king, wanting to test the reality of Yujing? You cannot bear such a consequence."

Just this sentence sent a chill up the backs of many cultivators on both sides.

On the human side, everyone's hearts were sinking; as the vanguard king, is the real master still hiding behind, not truly appearing?

If that's the case, is there still a way out for Ye State?

The cultivators of all levels in the Demon Clan found it hard to believe; powerful as they were, would they all be used by another civilization, being driven forward to attack the Human Clan?

Such words made some Great Demons who boasted about the brilliance of the Demon Clan civilization nearly break down, finding it hard to accept.

Immediately, many demons looked towards the old monsters of the Sixth Realm, then towards the Demon God in the clouds, wanting to verify if this was true.

However, the high command of the Demon Clan fell silent for a moment.

This silence naturally spoke volumes.

Finally, the Demon God spoke: "It's not about being driven; it's just normal cooperation. No matter how powerful a civilization is, it cannot enslave my Demon Clan."

The white immortal fog surged, and the Divinity on the Ye State side spoke: "Even they dare not come themselves, why should your Demon Clan muddy the waters? This domain cannot be tested, Yujing must not be angered!"

He laid these secrets bare for all to hear clearly.

Qin Ming was genuinely shocked, his heart unable to calm down. There were people behind the terrifying Demon Clan; it was truly frightening!

Immediately, many in the Demon Clan camp were dissatisfied, questioning why they should follow the orders of another civilization. Their Demon Clan was incredibly brilliant; did they have to become a subsidiary civilization?

The Demon God had to speak, and he was quite frank, saying: "To be honest, we really don't want to chew on the hard bone that is Ye State any longer, but the arrow is on the string and must be shot."

"Reason!" the Divinity on the Ye State side coldly asked.

In fact, the massive forces of the Demon Clan wanted to know more, feeling very aggrieved, as it turned out they were not the initiators of this offensive but were led by another mysterious civilization.

They felt like pawns, deeply humiliated.

The Demon God said: "The supreme treasures of my Demon Clan, that disappeared for many years, along with the Supreme Heavenly Book, have reappeared. But they have fallen into others' hands, affecting the fate of the clan. We were compelled to agree to their terms, so they could be retrieved."

Apparently, he mainly aimed to placate the demon armies.

"You all should retreat," the Divinity on the Ye State side calmly spoke.

The Demon God responded: "We cannot retreat; we have already agreed. Even if we cannot break through Ye State, we must try our best."

The imposing figure in the white immortal fog, whose powerful aura surged, said: "So, a final bloody battle is unavoidable?"

"There's no other choice!" The Demon God said as he grabbed hold of the divine artifact again, a long spear entangled with numerous Demon Language inscriptions.

Someone in the Ancestor Master team forcefully spoke: "Isn't it just a battle? You are barely stronger than God Mao, an Early Stage Seventh Realm Demon God, daring to act recklessly before us, courting death!"

Leng Mingkong stepped out, in his twenties, striding in the Void. His armor was damaged, covered in demon blood, with a powerful presence, wanting to suppress the Divine.

"God Mao, Wasted Immortal, I shall slay you!" Helian Chengyun also stepped out, in a youthful appearance, his crimson armor clanging, holding the Sheri Heavenly Bow, exuding an extraordinary aura.

"Alas, stop insulting them as God Mao, Wasted Immortal. Then what do we count as?" The great figure in the white mist of Ye State helplessly said.

"You are... Master Uncle Ye!" Leng Mingkong stared into the depths of the white mist, suddenly identifying the non-human, giant living being.

In fact, there were a few other huge figures behind the white mist, either sitting cross-legged or standing silently.

"Past Tathagata?" A startled expression appeared on the face of an Ancestor Master from the Newborn Road, recognizing the identity of one of the silhouettes.

In the white immortal fog, a former Old Ancestor Master spoke: "Alas, we have no face to meet newcomers. As our lifespans neared their end, we chose to become wasted immortals, transformed into broken gods, and have disgraced you all."

"This… Master Uncle Ye, our apologies!"

"Master!"

The Ancestor Master team buzzed with noise.

"Elders, step back, let us slay the gods!" Someone in the Ancestor Master team spoke strongly.

"Time ruins beauties, time cuts down heroes." In the white immortal fog, the Old Ancestor Master sighed deeply; he shook his head, stopping the newcomers, and said: "Let us do it. Even after becoming Divine, our lifespans are short. Today... we will cut down the enemy, meet our death, and finish the final journey of life!"