The Great Wall, Dragon Emperor Island, and Sword Pavilion.
At these three key strategic passes, great battles erupted simultaneously at the same moment.
Beneath the Great Wall, the human army and demon army collided violently together. Flesh and blood instantly disintegrated, with fresh blood and bone fragments splattering everywhere.
The regular armies of Demon-Suppressing City were divided into three types.
The first type was the Black Armor Army, totaling five hundred thousand.
The soldiers of the Black Armor Army were mostly martial cultivators with exceptionally strong physiques. Combined with armor carefully forged from heavy black iron essence, they fought with wide, sweeping movements on the battlefield, unmatched in their fierce courage.
They could advance individually or form small battle formations of three in perfect coordination, supporting each other with both offense and defense.
The second type was the White Snow Heavy Cavalry, numbering thirty thousand.
The war horses ridden by the White Snow Heavy Cavalry mostly carried bloodlines inherited from ancient mythical beasts like Shu, Lushu, and Qiongqiong, and some even had diluted bloodlines of the divine beast Qilin.
Both soldiers and horses were covered in snow-white heavy armor. From afar, they looked like an incomparably sharp white blade, charging across the battlefield and easily tearing gap after gap in the demon race's battle lines wherever they passed.Wherever their iron hooves trampled, demon beast corpses instantly became pulp, and demon cultivators who tried to block them were crushed into blood mist by the violent charge.
The third type was the Ten Thousand Laws Division, numbering three hundred thousand.
The cultivators of the Ten Thousand Laws Division were usually responsible for maintaining the great formation that separated the two worlds along the Great Wall, and also bore responsibilities for refining pills and forging magical artifacts.
During great battles, they cast spells from the rear, providing buffs to the human race, bombarding demons, setting up formations, and treating human cultivators who were near death.
Working together, Demon-Suppressing City's regular army displayed extremely terrifying combat power.
Moreover, every soldier in the army held an unwavering determination to fight to the death.
No matter how many comrades fell beside them, as long as they hadn't heard the order to retreat, they would continue fighting until they shed their last drop of blood and exhausted their final breath.
In the initial stages of the great battle, Demon-Suppressing City's army launched thunderous attacks that indeed dealt a severe blow to the Demon Realm, causing tremendous intimidation.
However, as the battlefield slaughter became increasingly brutal, the Demon Realm gradually gained the upper hand.
Although the demon army was mostly assembled from various sects and tribes in patchwork fashion, demons were naturally bloodthirsty. The heavier the bloody atmosphere on the battlefield became, the more it stimulated their inherent ferocity and excitement.
Furthermore, the Demon Realm's army contained far more than just demon cultivators.
They also controlled an even more massive number of unintelligent demon beasts.
Within demon society, there existed an extremely "simple" concept that wild beasts without awakened intelligence were not of their kind.
Therefore, demons drove these millions of demon beasts forward as cannon fodder without restraint. Even when these beasts suffered heavy casualties and their corpses piled up like mountains, they felt no pain whatsoever.
Even more, under the extreme pressure of life-and-death combat, there would always be a few demon beasts that could awaken their intelligence in desperate situations.
For the demon race, if one successfully enlightened beast could emerge from every three hundred beasts and survive on the battlefield, it was pure profit.
Not to mention that these cannon fodder beasts could continuously drain the precious combat strength of cultivators from the Ten Thousand Laws Realm.
"Boom!"
An explosion rang out as Butcher Wang's figure burst upward, his blood-drinking pig-slaughtering knife carrying tremendous force as it chopped down at a fierce saber-toothed tiger beast below.
The blade flashed, and the tiger beast's massive body split in half, scalding beast blood spraying out like a fountain.
Butcher Wang didn't even have time to catch his breath when he suddenly twisted his body, reversing his pig-slaughtering knife to precisely meet a demon cultivator attacking from behind.
The pig-slaughtering knife violently clashed with the demon cultivator's broad blade, sparks flying as the massive rebound force sent both parties back more than two zhang.
Immediately after, both simultaneously burst forward again, charging at each other without fear of death, the clanging sounds of their blade impacts echoing throughout the area.
On another side, the teahouse boss lady's expression was cold and stern. She forcefully pulled apart the ancient abacus in her hands, and it instantly disintegrated, dark heavy counting beads sliding down with a rattling sound.
However, just as these beads were about to touch the ground, they were suspended by invisible spiritual energy threads.
Then, these beads became deadly streams of black light, shooting toward demon cultivators attacking from all directions at astonishing speed.
"Pop, pop, pop!"
In an instant, several demon cultivators and demon beasts charging forward had their heads easily pierced by the beads, leaving terrifying bloody holes.
The beggar from Wan Yao City named Wu Daquan was currently wielding an unremarkable dog-beating staff.
His movements seemed casual, but within the dancing staff shadows lay tremendous power.
With each strike of his staff, a demon cultivator would explode into blood mist.
Wu Daquan had once been a high-ranking elder of a major sect but one day while in closed-door cultivation, he unfortunately succumbed to qi deviation and fell into madness.
During that madness, he personally slaughtered many disciples of his own sect.
Finally, the sect master joined with multiple elders to subdue him.
After that, he was exiled to Demon-Suppressing City.
When Wu Daquan first arrived in Demon-Suppressing City, he was in a daze, lost and confused all day long.
Until one day, a petite girl with crisp bells on her ankles found him.
The girl looked at his vacant eyes and said coldly, "I see you can't accomplish anything. You might as well become a beggar. When the bell tolls, go down to the city to kill demons. Any problems?"
Wu Daquan didn't respond at the time.
The girl didn't care either, just casually threw a broken bowl on the ground in front of him and turned to leave.
From that day on, there was one more beggar in Demon-Suppressing City.
What this beggar looked forward to most was waiting for that bell sound that echoed throughout the city.
It seemed that whenever the bell rang, whenever he killed a demon, his heart would feel a little lighter.
"Roar!"
A roar louder and more violent than any giant beast's howl suddenly exploded, sound waves sweeping across the entire battlefield.
Big Guy, like a mountain range, took massive strides and charged toward the demon tide ahead!
His long hair, matted with blood and grime, flew wildly in the fierce winds created by his charge.
The giant axe in his hands carried mountain-splitting, rock-cleaving force, chopping down again and again, each swing bringing up torrents of bloody rain.
Countless demon beasts roared and pounced to bite, sharp fangs gnawing fiercely at his thick arms, but they couldn't even break through his skin.
However, more and more demon beasts pounced on him, like swarms of ants, densely packed. They frantically climbed upward, tearing and biting, piling up, and soon buried the giant's massive body completely like a small mountain.
"Roar!"
Big Guy again erupted with earth-shaking roars.
The next instant, extremely violent spiritual energy exploded outward with him as the center.
Those demon races piled on his body, frantically tearing and biting, were like withered leaves caught in a hurricane, screaming as they were violently shaken off and scattered into the beast horde.
The giant seized the opportunity to reach out and grab a double-headed cheetah about to pounce, opened his bloody maw, and bit off both heads in one bite.
Then he hurled the still-twitching headless corpse fiercely into the dense beast horde.
The heavy corpse whistled through the air and killed several more demon beasts that couldn't dodge in time.
"Thud, thud, thud!"
Heavy footsteps once again drummed the earth as Big Guy, his eyes red, continued taking massive strides to charge forward, crushing everything in his path.
High in the sky, He Yeye was fighting with the Ascension realm fierce beast "Zheng" from before.
The figures of both sides locked in fierce battle had already rushed into the depths of the clouds. Each collision sent violent spiritual energy ripples like substantial waves spreading in circles through the sky, shaking the cloud layers until they rolled and shattered.
Every swing of the scythe in He Yeye's hands brought forth blade winds that could tear through anything.
Where the scythe's trajectory passed, space seemed like fragile cloth, easily cut into pitch-black void cracks.
"Old thing, too slow! Fighting so sluggishly like this, you might as well go home and farm!"
He Yeye taunted verbally while her movements became increasingly violent.
That giant scythe, with a length exceeding twice her height, was now dancing wildly in her hands.
Rather than saying she was wielding the scythe, it was more like that vicious weapon was pulling her into a frenzied dance.
"Roar!"
The Zheng named Yue Kan had obviously worked up genuine fury. It suddenly pulled back some distance and opened its massive mouth.
A torrent of blazing thunder flames like a bursting flood rushed toward He Yeye!
Facing this fire wave that could burn mountains and boil seas, He Yeye not only showed no retreat, but her eyes flashed with even more excited light.
She continued spinning the giant scythe in her hands, her body tracing strange arcs in the air.
The massive scythe blade spun at high speed, forcibly tearing apart the thick thunder flames rushing toward her.
Then, following the scythe's movement, she broke through the thunder flame blockade, the incomparably sharp scythe blade carrying shrill whistles as it struck directly at Yue Kan's head.
Beneath the Great Wall, Immortal realm and Jade Simplicity realm human cultivators fought paired battles with demon race powerhouses, the battle conditions equally brutal.
After a day and night of bloody battle, the battlefield had become a massive slaughter ground.
Countless human cultivators and demon race powerhouses had perished.
Innumerable corpses lay layer upon layer on the cold ground, mercilessly trampled by warriors from both sides surging forward afterward.
Though familiar figures fell one after another beside them, they had no time to grieve.
They could only transform sorrow and rage into even more frenzied killing intent, continuing to swing the weapons in their hands.
Countless sword cultivators, even when their bodies were already broken beyond repair, chests pierced, hearts shattered, still used their final moment to exhaust all their strength for one last sword strike!
Some were born in Demon-Suppressing City and died beneath the Great Wall.
Others were born in the Ten Thousand Laws Realm, but after coming to the Great Wall, never returned home in this lifetime.
Time passed amid the slaughter, and another two days and nights went by.
This great battle concerning the life and death of the Ten Thousand Laws Realm not only showed no signs of diminishing intensity, but became increasingly fierce.
For the Demon Realm, it was a matter of striking while the iron was hot, the second strike being weaker, the third exhausted.
If they couldn't break through the Great Wall despite going all out this time, breaking through later would be basically impossible.
Not to mention that if they failed this time, their morale would plummet to unimaginable depths.
The human cultivators also knew they had to hold the line.
If they couldn't hold it, the entire Ten Thousand Laws Realm would face catastrophic destruction.
However, reality was cruel.
The number of demon cultivators already exceeded the Great Wall's defenders by quite a bit, plus those seemingly endless demon beasts.
In a prolonged battle, human cultivators showed unmistakable fatigue both physically and mentally.
More critically, the Demon Realm obviously knew that the Great Wall was an extremely tough nut to crack, having fought He Yeye countless times before.
Therefore, this time the number of high-level demon cultivators like Jade Simplicity and Immortal realm invested in this battlefield far exceeded any previous assault.
On another section of the battlefield, the Ascension realm Mohist philosopher was wielding his Non-Attack sword, fiercely clashing with the Demon Realm's greatest demon sword immortal but compared to this demon sword immortal, the Mohist philosopher was clearly outmatched and at a disadvantage.
"Tch!"
He Yeye, fighting fiercely in the sky, keenly noticed the disadvantage on the Mohist's side and couldn't help clicking her tongue, feeling extremely anxious.
She wanted nothing more than to immediately break away and support that Mohist giant.
However, the old Zheng named Yue Kan before her maintained relentless attacks, giving her absolutely no chance to escape, which made He Yeye feel incomparably frustrated and stifled!
"If this continues, will we really have to retreat and defend Demon-Suppressing City?"
He Yeye's eyes narrowed slightly, cold light flashing as her hands gripping the giant scythe's handle unconsciously tightened further but finally, He Yeye shook her head, abandoning that thought in her heart.
It was useless!
Even if they retreated to defend Demon-Suppressing City, the Demon Realm would still attack.
And once Demon-Suppressing City's formation separating the two worlds was broken, the demon race could recklessly enter the Ten Thousand Laws Realm from the Demon Realm.
Dragon Emperor Island and Sword Pavilion were merely side gates, while the Great Wall was the gateway to the Ten Thousand Laws Realm.
With the Ten Thousand Laws Realm' gateway wide open, she would become the sinner of the Ten Thousand Laws Realm.
She had to hold the line!
Even if it meant dying here! She had to hold the line!
With this thought, fierce light blazed in He Yeye's eyes, spiritual energy surging wildly within her body as she once again wielded that giant scythe, charging fearlessly toward the old Zheng that clung to her relentlessly!
However, amid the whistling sound of the scythe tearing through air, He Yeye's gaze involuntarily and extremely briefly glanced toward a certain direction within Demon-Suppressing City.
There, at the edge of the noisy battle fires and soaring killing intent, lay a particularly tranquil courtyard.
Within the courtyard, a scholar was taking up his brush to write on snow-white paper, each stroke falling steadily and deliberately.
At this moment, he was committing the true meaning of his Dao to this small space of paper and ink.
Xiao Mo at this time had already entered an indescribably mystical realm.
He had completely forgotten that he was writing with a brush, and couldn't even feel his own existence.
In his mind, it was as if he was flipping through scroll after scroll of classic texts.
These books were not only Confucian classics, but also classics from the Hundred Schools of Thought, appearing fragmentarily in Xiao Mo's mind.
At first, Xiao Mo wrote slowly, but later, his brush moved faster and faster.
Even later, Xiao Mo stopped his brush.
After some time, Xiao Mo picked up his brush again.
Xiao Mo forgot about time, even forgot what he was doing but today, Xiao Mo could feel that the path he was walking "beneath his feet" seemed to be becoming wider and wider.