After the rest period ended and all fronts were set up, the plan to attack the imperial capital Chang'an was finalized, and everyone knew that a world-shattering battle was inevitable.
Three days later, the expressions on the faces of a large group of Nascent Soul stage cultivators, who were observing from a high vantage point, all changed slightly. The sense of unease was extremely strong.
As cultivators' cultivation levels grow, their five senses are enhanced, and they develop an extremely sensitive premonition of danger, which many call a sixth sense.
At their current level of cultivation and realm, if a sudden sense of unease arises, there is no need to think twice; it must signify that something that will pose a threat to them is about to arrive.
The next second, four figures appeared, standing in the sky.
They exuded boundless pressure, their sharpness evident, their imposing aura capable of sweeping across a region.
Almost all cultivators knew who the four figures in the sky were.
At this moment, all cultivators turned their gaze to the four figures in the sky, waiting for their commands!
Qin Ruhuo, Wang Quangu, Li Zihao, and Kong Xiangxi represented the four great families and the leaders of their entire interest groups.
Most of them had joined under a mixture of coercion and temptation. The elders of the four great families considered that if they wanted people to fight to the death, they had to offer some benefits. Therefore, they had distributed a large number of benefits in advance and painted many attractive prospects, thus stabilizing the hearts of the people.
It was precisely because of this that so many cultivators could gather here; otherwise, even with threats to their lives, perhaps more than half of the cultivators would have chosen to leave.
"It's about time. Let's begin!"
Taking a step forward, the space trembled. Wang Quangu looked at the majestic imperial capital Chang'an and said word by word.
Qin Ruhuo, Li Zihao, and Kong Xiangxi all nodded in unison.
The imperial capital Chang'an, the stronghold of the Liu imperial family of the Great Jin Immortal Dynasty.
Chang'an could be said to be the largest, sturdiest, and most magnificent city in the Great Jin Immortal Dynasty, and even on the entire Purple Continent!
Built within the Tianqi mountain range, the imperial capital Chang'an, viewed from afar, resembled a colossal beast squatting in the clouds, capable of devouring countless lives, exuding a suffocating pressure.
The city walls were millions of feet high and hundreds of thousands of feet wide, entirely constructed from incredibly hard "Black Obsidian," exuding an aura like an insurmountable chasm.
Gazing at the imperial capital Chang'an, a smile that sent chills down everyone's spine appeared on Wang Quangu's lips. He then raised his right hand and abruptly waved it downwards!
"Kill! Kill! Kill!!"
At this moment, waves of killing intent surged into the sky, and an endless, surging tide of people rolled in.
Leading the charge were swarms of rogue cultivators, disciples from other families, and so on. Although the cultivation levels of each cultivator varied, they still presented an imposing sight. They were densely packed, completely obscuring the sky, and stretching as far as the eye could see.
Magical artifacts and treasures filled the sky, with tens of thousands of escape lights. The momentum was far more terrifying than a beast tide, capable of destroying almost anything in the present world.
"Are they cannon fodder? Although they're just a mob, there are too many of them..."
Liu Gao looked ahead at the endless, dense enemy and gasped!
"It's finally beginning. Using rogue cultivators and disciples from other families as vanguards, such an old trick..."
Beside him, Liu Shan's expression also became extremely solemn upon seeing this scene.
Liu Chuang replied, "Although the method is old, it is extremely effective."
The more than one million Liu family cultivators guarding the walls of the imperial capital Chang'an had grim expressions. Despite the protection of the Chang'an city's grand formation, they could still feel the terrifying pressure sweeping towards them, seemingly capable of crushing everything.
The sheer number of millions of cultivators and their power reached an unimaginable level!
The terrifying scale of the tide formed by millions of cultivators was something those who had not experienced it firsthand could hardly imagine.
People were everywhere, and they were all cultivators with immense destructive power. The surging killing intent was enough to frighten people to death.
Even the most top-tier experts appeared insignificant in the face of such a vast multitude.
If it were just those rogue cultivators fighting alone, they might be somewhat stronger. However, within these millions of people, there was also a portion of family forces!
Teams of neatly organized elite cultivators marched in unison, wearing uniform armor and wielding uniform magical artifacts. With every move, they formed a wondrous battle formation.
These elite squads, formed in a familial pattern, were fewer in number but moved with inherent order. Each team possessed its own special abilities, appearing extremely extraordinary!
With just these, coupled with the vast numbers of rogue cultivators, the surging momentum seemed capable of overwhelming the entire imperial capital Chang'an in one go.
The grandeur of the scene was unprecedented and unseen. Any powerful being would appear exceptionally small under such a magnificent, awe-inspiring military might.
And this was merely the cannon fodder pushed forth by the four great families of Wang, Qin, Kong, and Li!
...
"These damned traitors! They've all betrayed us..."
Liu Xie looked at the dense millions of cultivators, his brow furrowed.
One had to know that although these cultivators were a motley crew, even ants could bite an elephant, let alone millions of cultivators!
It seemed that the four great families of Wang, Qin, Kong, and Li truly intended to engage in a fight to the death this time, a battle to decide the fate of the realm.
Behind them, it was unknown how many more elite cultivator legions were hidden.
This battle would not be easy to fight...
"I hope Liu Rong and Liu Jing can hurry. As long as they are prepared in the rear, this battle will essentially be secured."
Facing the power displayed by the four great families of Wang, Qin, Kong, and Li, even the Immortal Emperor Liu Xie felt a sense of pressure at this moment!
Of course, the greatest pressure fell upon the lower-ranking Liu family cultivators on the front lines, guarding the walls of the imperial capital Chang'an.
Before every defending cultivator was a dense mass of people and gleaming magical artifacts and treasures.
The high city walls, while protecting them, also allowed them to see the true situation unfolding before them more clearly.
Of course, when those dense millions of cultivators, like ants, rushed towards them...
Many Liu family cultivators trembled, and some even more pathetic cultivators collapsed on the ground.
"The four great families of Wang, Qin, Kong, and Li have begun to drive others to attack. So... so many cultivators! So many cultivators..."
"With such a terrifying army, can we really resist? Can we really resist so many people? Are we truly capable?"
"The enemy has begun to attack. Where is our Liu Imperial family's most elite Dragon Tiger Imperial Guard? Where are the Dragon Tiger Imperial Guards..."
"The Dragon Tiger Imperial Guards have the best treatment. At this critical juncture, why aren't they at the forefront..."
"We are merely collateral branches. We have unhesitatingly stood here to protect the interests of the entire Liu Imperial family. How can they be afraid and refuse to fight..."
"If it's just us, won't these millions of cultivators crush us all in one go?"
Faced with these innumerable enemies, the morale of the defending cultivators on the walls of the imperial capital Chang'an plummeted.
"Dong dong dong!!"
Just then, the sounds of mighty war drums suddenly rang out from the walls of the imperial capital Chang'an. The sound was exceptionally deep, and each drumbeat seemed to strike directly at the heart, boosting morale and washing away the stray thoughts in the hearts of the defending Liu family cultivators.
This drum was called the Sky Dragon Drum, made from the skin of a true dragon king, and the mallets used to strike it were made of the extremely rare Celestial Sound Wood.
The sound produced by the combination of the two had the greatest effect of being like brainwashing, allowing the cultivators on their side to wash away all stray thoughts and fight to the death with all their might. It was truly a divine artifact for boosting morale!
"Nonsense!"
"Do you think we're fools?"
"Why would I go to the Demon King's Palace? To send myself to my death?"
"..."
Before Baal could finish speaking, the remaining undead tribesmen in the Land of the Undead were enraged by Baal's words and were determined to defend the Land of the Undead to the death.
Listening to the piercing curses of the undead race, a killing intent flashed in Baal's eyes, but his face remained calm and composed, as if he paid no heed to the curses.
"It is futile to say more. Since you are unwilling, then you shall all die..."
Blood-red lightning flickered around Baal's body. Countless blood-red lightning bolts controlled the Styx River and crashed towards the Land of the Undead.
"Chz... Chz..."
The undead energy, which had made the four divine realm demons, Baal, Baimeng, Astaroth, and Asmodeus, somewhat troubled, began to melt and disappear like ice and snow meeting a scorching sun after being cleansed by the Styx River.
Seeing this, Baal let out a cold laugh, slightly raised his right hand, and then waved it downwards, shouting, "Kill!"
The billions of demon armies, having received the order, responded in unison and, along with the Styx River, instantly surged into the Land of the Undead.
...
The next second, the remnants of the undead race, reacting, gathered under the command of legendary undead lords and launched an attack on the demon army.
But immediately, the next second, the reality delivered a harsh lesson. The Land of the Undead was actually an unparalleled treasure trove. As long as there were
The countless souls and flesh accumulated within the Land of the Undead were the confidence of the remaining undead race in resisting the demon army.
The demon army and the undead army collided instantly, and countless corpses fell in the middle of the battlefield.
After fighting for an hour, the situation on the battlefield was a stalemate, extremely intense. The demon army was even beginning to retreat.