Night Without End

Zhu Jianhao's eyes dimmed, losing focus, and he collapsed backward onto the ground with a bang.

Under the night sky, deep within the plains, war cries shook the heavens, but on this battlefield outside of Huai'an Town, it briefly fell into silence.

Qin Ming stood like a mountain, still in the field, making all the demons unable to breathe.

With his waist severed, Tong Jiao's eyes were wide, he walked the pure Immortal path, not yet completely dead, but his dim Consciousness Spiritual Light was about to surge.

A brilliant slash of the blade passed, and his eyes lost their luster, completely killed.

Qin Ming, his white clothes stained crimson, stood calmly and firmly before the formation, the Mutton Fat Jade Iron Blade in his hand dripping blood.

The demon camp was silent, feeling suffocated.

Even a famous Demon Sword Immortal like Tong Jiao and Zhu Jianhao were killed, and if this were to reach the Demon Clan, it would surely spark an uproar.

Their heroes, our enemies!

Undoubtedly, in the eyes of the Demon Clan, everything just now was tragic. Their young heroes had done their best, yet they still could not prevail.

In an instant, four Heavenly Demon Species all perished in battle.

Some demons roared, tightening their grip on their weapons, while some young demons, with reddened eyes, charged directly.

However, the battlefield is so cruel, never changing facts due to anyone's emotions. Amidst the sounds of stabbing, blood splattered continuously, the white-clad young man wielded the Jade Iron Blade, continuously sending demon heads flying.

"Kill!"

From the rear, the people on the Ye State side were boiling with blood. From their standpoint, the demon invasion was met by Qin Ming turning the tide, beheading the opponent's Demon Sword Immortals, and thus was a hero.

Luo Jingxiao, Su Xing, and other masters of the Single-toothed White Elephant clan led people reentering the battlefield, slaughtering their way towards the demons.

Qin Ming threw his all into it, bathed in demon blood, with an overwhelming force, cutting down demons and clearing a large area of the battlefield.

Even though the Demon Clan was unafraid of death, in a fight where no hope could be seen, their spirits would eventually be extinguished.

The demons in this land felt powerless. Any Demon Clan member who came into contact with that white-clad youth found that no matter how they besieged him, it was to no avail, only resulting in vain deaths.

Around Qin Ming, corpses were everywhere. Demons kept attacking but all fell at his feet, and the pile of demon corpses grew ever higher.

The demon camp collapsed. In their hearts, the legendary "Zhili Ape Demon King" took form, and its image was that of Qin Ming.

"Run!"

The demon army was in full retreat. Against an invincible opponent, no amount of stubbornness could hold; they couldn't withstand it any longer.

"Kill!"

The people of Huai'an Town, having suffered long under the demons, each having witnessed several Immortal Seeds and Divine Seeds perish, were now filled with grief and indignation, naturally pressing their advantage to pursue.

The demon army's great escape left corpse upon corpse on the plains, suffering heavy losses.

Until finally, the cries of battle faded entirely, the area returned to silence, many propping each other up, immensely satisfied, returning from the horizon.

The standoff between Huai'an Town, Taihe Town, and others was completely overturned, the demons in this region slaughtered through.

Qin Ming prepared to refine the strange blood of the four Heavenly Demon Species, combined with previously accumulated Golden Tiger Bone, crystal-clear Rhinoceros Horn, and more, truly a great harvest.

He briefly rested here, in order to quickly convert the treasure medicines into his own real strength.

Qin Ming spoke up, "Everyone, the Tong Jiao and Porcupine have revealed their true forms, even plucking their own feathers and spikes, so don't waste them; they're highly nourishing."

Creatures capable of producing strange blood naturally possessed extraordinary bodies. Earlier on the way, Qin Ming wasted too much, unable to carry it along, now he distributed the spoils as a gesture of goodwill.

Immediately, many people's eyes lit up.

The corpses of the Heavenly Demon Species were almost equivalent to treasure medicines.

"Thank you, Brother Qin, for your support, otherwise, once those new Demon Sword Immortals attacked, we would certainly have collapsed."

Many stepped forward, expressing heartfelt gratitude.

"Brother Qin saved all our lives," said an elder.

A young man stepped forward, solemnly promising, "Brother Qin, I come from the Wu Family of Outer Yangtan. Although not a top family, if you need anything in the future, feel free to reach out, I'll do my utmost to assist."

"Brother Qin, I come from the Esoteric Buddhism..."

Many approached, leaving their names, very enthusiastic, some from genuine gratitude, others from witnessing Qin Ming's terrifying display, knowing that if he grows smoothly, his future is boundless.

"Qin... Ming, sorry about before!" Luo Jingxiao, covered in wounds, also came forward, feeling a bit awkward saying this.

Qin Ming nodded, "You did well too, daring to fight your way here alone to support, you've long been worthy of being an Immortal Seed."

"Thank you, Qin Ming!" Zi Lin stood gracefully, her long purple hair like silk draping to her waist, even her pupils were a deep purple.

She had a distinguished status in the Purple Lightning Beast Clan, at this moment supporting her cousin as they came forward to express gratitude.

Qin Ming smiled and nodded, "No need for thanks, we are old acquaintances, although there were misunderstandings, we once fought side by side."

Her cousin, Zixiao, was quite surprised, "You were friends before, even fought together? Cousin, I've never heard you mention it before, you actually hid it from us."

The originally sincere smile of gratitude on Zi Lin's face slightly froze, recalling the past, it seemed... less than a year ago, she indeed participated, but... as a mount!

This embarrassing history she would never mention again.

However, Zixiao kept asking, causing her to maintain a polite smile while her delicate fingers pinched tightly.