Night Without End

Her emotions surged, but there was no ripple on her stunning face.

Qin Ming gazed at the battlefield, thinking of his own piece of broken cloth, secretly touched it. Although it was also woven from exotic gold, it showed no reaction.

"Useless cloth!" He commented, evidently overthinking things.

In the sky, the ancestor master from Ye State stepped forward again, a look of sorrow on his face, ready to battle the demon god and demon immortal.

He is the present Buddha, in his right hand appeared half of a Demon-Subduing Pestle. Although it hasn't "melded" yet or transformed into mysterious battle clothing, it is clearly one of those mysterious weapons.

The demon camp was in an uproar, how could they fight this? If they went up, demon gods and demon immortals would surely fall; there were already two living examples before them.

Moreover, behind the present Buddha, two powerful Pathfinders from Esoteric Buddhism marched forward arrogantly, coldly scanning the demon's headquarters.

The higher-ups of the demon clan immediately engaged in fierce debate.

"Those weapons are all incomplete, with existing problems. Even if such strong individuals wish to activate them, they must pay a price, and there are not many of them!"

"It is rumored that such armor requires mastery of the corresponding magic to activate. They might be bluffing, not every broken weapon can be revived."

"You speak lightly; every trial and error could cost a demon god's life. We've done our best today; it's time to retreat!"

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Then, the heavily wounded Qingtian entered the field, wielding a giant axe.

Some familiar faces gave him strange looks, thinking: Don't make your deception too obvious; your giant axe is intact, so don't get involved.

However, the high-levels of the demon clan felt immense pressure in their hearts. Could this dangerous brute also possess a special item?

"Old monsters, come and fight!" Qingtian roared.

In fact, as he stepped forward, several more people advanced from the ancestor master's team.

Some ancestor masters naturally knew they were bluffing.

Over in the Immortal Road, there were ancestor masters contemplating wielding Li Qingyue's Furnace of Eight Trigrams on the field. It was a genuine mysterious armor, but alas, the exclusive magic had long vanished in the river of history.

As more ancestor masters entered the field and pressed forward, the demon camp finally couldn't withstand the pressure, mainly because such battles were too taxing on the demon gods.

No matter the civilization, no matter how powerful, they couldn't bear such losses. Every battle consumed an old demon ancestor of the past, which was too terrifying!

"Enough, let's sit down and talk!" The high-level of the demon camp spoke, the tone no longer as firm as before, not wanting to fight anymore.

They reckoned that even according to the agreement with that distant force, they had done their best now.

"You say stop, and we just stop? Why?" The present Buddha spoke, though resembling a sacred golden body, his slightly open eyes exuded strands of terrifying evil qi.

"What do you want?" a demon god arrived personally, asking coldly.

The present Buddha lifted half of the Demon-Subduing Pestle, ready to strike him.

The demon god involuntarily stepped back; they were at the negotiation stage, and he didn't want to die inexplicably.

An ancestor master from Esoteric Buddhism voiced out, "You all, retreat and yield the entire Shenshang plain!"

"Impossible!" the demon god flatly refused.

"Then battle again!" Leng Mingkong and Helian Cheng advanced together, pressing forward once more.

As for the present Buddha, the half of the Demon-Subduing Pestle in his hand had started to glow, and he moved to the forefront.

Within the demon clan camp, all the high-levels' expressions changed. Under no circumstances could any more demon gods fall. Otherwise, if their demon monster civilization encountered other catastrophes, it would lead to major issues.

"Allow us to consider!" a demon ancestor spoke.

These words were undoubtedly close to compromise.

"Since you wish to cease the fight, to avoid further conflict, then retreat five hundred miles first!" an ancestor master from Esoteric Buddhism said in a deep voice.

A demon ancestor, barely able to contain his anger, said, "Your demands are excessive. Without even negotiating, you want us to retreat?"

The present Buddha remained silent, advancing with the Demon-Subduing Pestle in hand.

The demon clan realized he truly wanted to continue the fight!

At this moment, part of the demon clan's high-level furrowed their brows deeply, quickly discussing and deciding to retreat three hundred miles.

"Agreed!" On Ye State's side, after a brief discussion among the ancestor master team, they nodded.

The demon camp knew that Ye State once again successfully expanded passively!

Though unwilling, they knew clearly that they could not hold onto the Shenshang plain.

Once they decided to retreat three hundred miles, the outcome was already set, leaving only the details to handle.

That day, the demons left silently, full of reluctance and sorrow.

On Ye State's side, after the joy and cheers, there was silence, followed by many people crying out loud.

Too many died in this battle, and forces from all paths suffered heavy losses, even some renowned figures perished.

Not to mention others, even just among the Sixth Realm ancestor masters, more than half might be reduced after this battle. As they withdrew from the main battlefield, there was a significant reduction.

Crying sounds filled the air, as many people's relatives, school elders, along with senior brothers and sisters, had fallen in battle.

This wasn't the problem of one path, but all paths suffered severe reduction!

Qin Ming felt a deep sadness, unable to drink and chat with some of his good friends anymore, like Lu Zhenyi, who once spoke up for him when he was down.

Chen Bingyan's body was pierced by many weapons. After being fed a life-saving medicine, her life was barely saved.

Looking across the battlefield, bodies were scattered everywhere, truly an overwhelming number dead.

"Cousin!" Yu Zhuohan cried out, holding Zhuo Ya's body, heartbroken, continuously using his trembling hand to touch that pale face.