Night Without End

Although the majority of the deceased Heavenly Demon Species were in the Second and Third Realms, which weren't excessively beyond their capacity, the sheer number was still terrifying.

Especially since among them, there were Demon Sword Immortals.

Moreover, there was even the Jade Emperor's brother among them.

"We must cut him down!"

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In recent days, the high-ranking leaders of the Demon Clan heard the "fiery rhetoric" of the rising stars every day and decided to let them go, allowing them to challenge.

From the Heavenly Demon Species of the Second Realm to the Great Grandmasters of the Fifth Realm, elite members of the Demon Clan were dissatisfied, believing that the upper echelons were not being tough enough. How could they abandon the Shenshang Plain?

If so, Ye State would advance twenty thousand miles west.

"Doesn't our Demon Clan also have a special artifact? Why doesn't the Sixth Realm's peerless powerhouse wield it and fight to the death?"

An old monster explained: "In the long night, countless eyes are peering from the darkness. It's hard to say if other civilizations might fix their gaze on us. Now, having used all our trump cards, we might become prey for other groups. Plus, how do you know that Ye State doesn't have more tricks up their sleeve? This battle is aimed to reclaim our town's treasure and regain the supreme chapter. We can stop as agreed."

"Your generation is truly weak to the extreme, forced to be pawns for the king, becoming another civilization's chess piece, and the most crucial thing is you even lost the battle!"

"Bold, how dare you speak to your ancestors like that?"

The Demon Clan's camp was unsettled for five days.

Ultimately, the Demon Ancestor level experts decided that not just Heavenly Demon Species, even Great Grandmasters wishing to challenge could do so.

Since those people were furious and out of control, with their will to fight boiling, let them go to the battlefield. Some fires can't be suppressed; it's better to vent them.

Especially because a few small reinforcements had just arrived, standing there pointing fingers, condemning with words.

The Demon Clan's upper ranks felt that it would be better to forcibly send all of these into the battlefield.

A group of old monsters nodded in agreement, allowing their people to take action at the right time. Only after fighting, battling, or even dying, could peace return. Otherwise, chaos would first erupt internally within the Demon Clan.

On Ye State's side, the rear was also uneasy. They recently captured a group of human traitors, along with some people, who remained unsatisfied even after winning this great war, constantly finding fault with Yin Yang remarks. They were all sent to the Western Territory.

"Let them enter the battlefield!"

Leng Mingkong, Helian Chengyun, and other outsized ancestors now all looked ashen-faced. Some had paid a high price using special weapons, while others were already grievously injured and clinging to life. After the great battle, they secluded themselves for several days, and only now emerged to hear about these troubles.

Obviously, many ancestor masters needed years of recuperation to recover.

No one expected that on the Shenshang plain, they would see humans and demons betraying each other in duels.

Of course, this was just a minor episode, with no one paying too much attention to it.

What truly concerned people was that seeds and Great Grandmasters from the Demon Clan wanted to challenge Ye State's "future."

On Ye State's side, the ancestors agreed, having great confidence in their own camp's seeds.

Without a doubt, this was a battle for the future.

"Destroy their confidence, beat them so they wouldn't dare to stir even after becoming gods!"

On that day, Great Grandmasters and Fourth Realm experts were summoned by their ancestors, encouraged and emboldened, asked to give their all.

As for those in the Second and Third Realms, they were just to go through the motions, not yet catching the ancestors' attention. It was too early for them to become ancestors, and various uncertainties could arise midway.

On the eighth day of the truce between Ye State and the Demon Clan, top experts from both sides appeared again.

The Earth Light continued to steam, the night faded, the trees on the Shenshang Plain were bare, and in the sky, one could faintly see scattered small snowflakes.

Today, a Great Grandmaster would engage in a bloody duel.

On Ye State's side, several powerhouses, including Ling Canghai and Lin Yuchen, appeared together, standing in a row, all ready to take the field.

In the Demon Clan's camp, the hearts of a group of old monsters sank slightly. This seemed to be setting the stage for a fierce "future battle."

An old monster transmitted his voice, saying, "You have anger in your hearts, fire, and unwillingness. Initially, we intended to let you vent through this, but now the situation seems off..."

"No problem!" A fierce Great Grandmaster actually interrupted the Demon Ancestor's words.

He stepped directly onto the field, saying coldly, "Who dares to fight me? It's just that the higher-ups here are worried and want to withdraw early, but we don't believe that we are weaker than you creatures from Ye State!"

With a head full of silver hair, he was very aggressive, declaring, "I will not stop until I've slain three Great Grandmasters."

On Ye State's side, someone recognized him as a formidable figure from Thunder Cloud Cave, indeed very powerful, having previously killed experts from the human side.

Despite a violent storm, this flattened battlefield still carried a faint bloodstain, the blood of experts seeped into the soil and remained.

Without a doubt, this place could be cultivated into a "Spirit Field."

On Ye State's side, a man in black clothing with a mask walked out without uttering a word, calmly entering the battlefield.

He was injured, with wounds still bleeding, soaking parts of his black clothing, indicating how severe it was, involving the Tao Rhythm layer, making the wounds hard to heal.

"Is there no one left in Ye State, to send such a weakling into the field, haha..." The silver-haired demon laughed.

There were few who laughed from either camp, knowing that someone daring to take the field first was never ordinary.

Qin Ming recognized the silhouette, realizing it was Lu Zizai.

"Is Brother Lu's injury that severe?" Then he became relieved, even speculating that Lu Zizai might be about to break through a great threshold.

Back then, the young Lu Zizai had once said that when he exhausted his old body, then he would be completely reborn!

"A weakling like you, I can fight three with one hand!" said the silver-haired Great Demon. Was he a brute? Of course not.