The Five Great Demon Kings each commanded their own Demon Army. No one understood the principle of preserving one’s strength better than Chi Zhe. He wasn’t the least bit shy about it. Once the others had exhausted most of their forces, his would become the strongest in the Demon Race.
After a few battles, he and Jii Wanli on the opposing side had reached a tacit understanding.
They were the same kind of people with the same kind of plans, so it was easy to achieve. Of course, battles that needed to be fought were still fought, and those who were meant to die still died. This was also a good opportunity to eliminate dissenters. Chi Zhe sent all the Demon Generals he found disagreeable and those with wavering loyalties to the front lines.
The Dragon Race hadn’t engaged in battle. A fight at this moment would be meaningless. The only viable option was to dispatch Giant Dragons to rescue the Burning Castle. But the news the Purple Dragon brought back left Linglong stunned.
The reason for their caution was that the Dragon Race had noticed no obvious signs of reduction in the opposing Demon Race’s numbers. Therefore, they had to make a judgment based on the actual situation at the Burning Castle. If Wang Meng’s side truly couldn’t hold on, Linglong’s intention was to have the Holy Hall retreat to the Dragon Emperor Castle.
Linglong was of the Dragon Race. She couldn’t save all of humanity, but she could save Wang Meng and the Holy Hall.
Of course, this was the worst-case scenario. If it was possible to hold the line, Linglong was still willing to dispatch the Giant Dragons.
But the news the Purple Dragon brought back was that the Holy Hall was in the process of annihilating the remnants of the Cyan Demon Corps. The massive Cyan Demon Corps was utterly routed and seemed to be on the verge of complete destruction.
The Shadow Demon King, Chi Ying, who was supposed to be with Chi Qing, had for some reason not joined forces for an attack. Instead, she had led her Demon Army back behind the Demon Race’s defensive lines.
The situation was full of oddities. It was unclear whether there was an internal problem within the Demon Race, or if Chi Ying hadn’t brought enough troops this time and was merely pulling a feint.
But even so, Linglong couldn’t understand how the Holy Hall, with its strength, could possibly defeat the enormous Demon Race army.
Meanwhile, Chi Huang’s side was focused on suppressing their enemy to perfectly execute their tactics in coordination with Chi Qing, but they showed no intention of launching a main assault. Chi Huang was not only exceptionally powerful but also quite intelligent—truly a warrior of both strength and wit.
If the opportunity wasn’t right, he would never act impulsively. He would complete his strategic objectives step by step.
But the news finally reached the Demon Race’s side.
Chi Zhu was the first to receive the news, and he was dumbfounded on the spot. Chi Qing was dead, and the Cyan Demon Corps was completely wiped out???
’This has to be some kind of cosmic joke!’
With news like this, how could he possibly have the mind to continue fighting? Chi Zhu immediately sounded the retreat.
The Steel Demon Corps’ formation began to shift. Others might not have noticed this subtle change, but how could it escape Mingren’s eyes?
"Pure Land Knight Order, attack!"
Only then did Ji Guang notice. His mind was filled with countless questions. ’Mingren can practically see the future!’
But at this moment, the most important thing was obviously to attack.
The Demon Race’s retreat was detected, and the Demon Race’s morale naturally soared. A retreat like this, without any sign of being routed, meant one of two things: it was either a trap, or something had gone wrong on their end.
But clearly, the Demon Race didn’t need to make that judgment. They only needed to obey orders.
The Pure Land Knight Order, acclaimed as the Star Alliance’s top fighting force, made its move. With that white light and Mingren at the very front, the Demon Race only needed to follow that radiance!
It was obvious Chi Zhu could not be considered a brilliant leader. His retreat created a major problem. The Pure Land Knight Order stabbed into them like a sharp knife, and the great Demon Race army pressed in right behind.
What started as a retreat, when handled poorly, turned into a rout.
Chi Zhu felt like he was seeing a ghost. Ever since he had started fighting Mingren, Chi Zhu felt like his opponent wasn’t even human!
If the Pure Land Knight Order had been any later, they would have missed the opportunity. Any earlier, and they might have fallen into the Steel Demon Corps’ great net. But this timing was perfect.
The Steel Demon Corps fell into chaos. At this point, it wouldn’t be so easy for Chi Zhu to change his orders.
He wasn’t that foolish yet. He left behind several squads of the Demon Army to block the Demon Race’s attack while he led the main Demon Army in retreat.
At this moment, Chi Zhu’s anger was entirely focused elsewhere. How could the massive Cyan Demon Corps fall at the final hurdle? And Chi Qing’s fate was still unknown.
’Just a mere Wang Meng!’
Without a doubt, this was another exhilarating, resounding victory for the Saint Demon Corps.
In the heat of battle, the Demon Race had come to see Mingren as their god. Only a god could make such predictions.
On one side, Holy Light soared to the heavens; on the other, Demon Flames burned.
The Demons were terrified, because the enemy before them were the True Demons.
The Mengg Lord and the Lord of Punishment led the Giant Demon Corps at the vanguard, revealing their giant true forms. "Saint Demon is invincible!"
For Demon Race members like the Mengg Lord and the Lord of Punishment who were still in their growth period, fighting alongside Mingren was a blessing!
Mingren, whose predictions were godlike, was the god of the Demon Race. All they had to do was believe!
A rout is like an avalanche.
Over at the Burning Castle, the trapped Cyan Demon Corps, with nowhere left to run, attempted a desperate counterattack. This was the Cyan Demon’s last gasp.
At that moment, a small, round thing rolled out from among the Cultivators. It had three bright red hairs on its head.
Sanmao zipped into the crowd of Demons, rolling along. It was so tiny that the Demons paid it no mind.
But the little round Sanmao began to expand, and in the blink of an eye, it became a massive, rolling fireball over ten meters tall.
RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE...
Like a punctured ball, Sanmao unleashed a sweeping blast of berserk Flame Power.
Flame Annihilation Burst.
Countless Demons were instantly engulfed in the Sea of Fire.
And from within the Sea of Fire, a shrunken Sanmao zipped away.
’Never underestimate a foodie!’
Having eaten countless Spirit Stones, Sanmao was also quite deadly. It was just that this was its proudest move.
’It can take it in and dish it out!’
This was just a small interlude, but it snuffed out the last bit of the Demons’ will to fight.
The Cultivators began to hunt them down...
Whether the Cyan Demon was dead or not no longer mattered.
Zhang Xiaojiang wasn’t idle either. He immediately divided his forces into six routes to begin the pursuit, but the chase was not to exceed a range of three thousand li.
’Don’t pursue a desperate foe too far.’ The Cyan Demon Corps was finished.
Wiping out the Cyan Demon Corps was just to let off some steam. The real enemy was the Shadow Demon, Chi Ying. But that Shadow Demon King was truly cunning to an extreme. Not only did she not attack, she retreated. Otherwise, they could have wiped her out in one fell swoop.
But Zhang Xiaojiang believed no one could escape Wang Meng’s pursuit. He would definitely use Chi Ying’s head as an offering to honor Hu Jing.
The final annihilation of the Demons took a full day and night, but the Cultivators vented all of their long-held resentment.
And this became one of the Burning Castle’s most classic battles.
The credit didn’t belong to one person, but to everyone. For the Holy Hall Disciples, however, there was no doubt: all they needed to do was believe.
This battle was an absolutely heavy blow to the Demon Race.
Besides that, the loss on the Saint Demon Battlefield was another thing that frustrated the Demon Race. Chi Zhu had taken another major fall, and his command ability was so poor that even the Demon Race Elders couldn’t help but criticize him.
The Demon Lord must be an existence capable of leading the Demon Race out of the Abyss, not an idiot. Not even if he was the Demon Lord’s eldest son.
It was just a pity the Demon Lord was still fighting against the Sealing Demon Array. Otherwise, he would have eliminated Chi Zhu long ago.
Chi Zhu, having retreated to the Demon Capital, was also incomparably furious, but he would never admit his own failure.
The other three battlefields were just a lot of noise with no real results.
This battle once again made Wang Meng and Mingren shine like twin stars.
Wang Meng, under the most unfavorable circumstances, in a completely impossible situation, had orchestrated a desperate comeback. He not only captured the Cyan Demon King alive and destroyed the Cyan Demon Corps, but most crucially, he completely shattered the Demon Race’s plan to merge their forces and attack the Burning Castle.
’The weakest link?’
And Mingren was another anomaly. He created an opportunity where there was none, heavily damaging the Steel Demon Corps.
How could he have predicted that Chi Zhu would make a mistake? And how did he know that the Burning Castle’s side would definitely win?
Almost every Cultivator in all the Small Thousand Realms was recounting this great battle. It was as if everyone had become a Messenger of the Holy Hall. The result of this military achievement was that even more Cultivators began to flood into Snow Moon City.
In the battle against the Demon Race, more Cultivators were needed. No matter how strong you were, as long as you wanted to eliminate Demons, come to Snow Moon City, come to the Holy Hall!
Wang Meng, this minor figure from the mortal world, was truly the most grassroots of the grassroots in the Cultivation Realm, yet he was staging the greatest comeback in history. How much further could he go?
Could Wang Meng, who had gone deep into the Demon Realm, return alive?
Would he create an even greater miracle, or would he be snuffed out?
All sorts of versions of the story circulated throughout the Small Thousand Realms, all with a single purpose: to attract more Cultivators to enter the Burning Castle and join the Holy Hall.
To go from weak to strong, and complete the Holy Hall’s greatest transformation.
In the Great Yuan Realm, within the Cultivation Academy, a figure was once again distributing tens of thousands of Talismans.
"Deliver these to the fifty Small Thousand Realms immediately! Not a single Sect can be missed!"
"Yes, Senior!"
Dozens of Holy Hall Disciples sprinted out, and soon after, dozens more returned.
Zhang Liang.
If one were to name the hero of this great comeback, this man before them could absolutely not be forgotten.
Zhang Liang’s Cultivation was still at Minor Perfection, and his combat strength was actually even weaker, but that wasn’t what he pursued.
He used his own strength to create a glory for the Holy Hall that was uniquely his.
Within the Holy Hall, Zhang Liang possessed a prestige second only to the Holy Hall Beings. In many cases, his authority was even greater than theirs. Wang Meng’s trust and Hu Jing’s high regard gave Zhang Liang a reason to live.
Sometimes, what one needs is recognition. Hu Jing’s death had enraged the entire Holy Hall.
A man will die for one who truly appreciates him.
Zhang Liang knew his life wasn’t worth much if he threw it away fighting, but his "power" could not be underestimated.
The news of the battle at the Burning Castle quickly spread through every Small Thousand Realm. Zhang Liang wanted to show all the Small Thousand Realms the charm of the Holy Hall!
Join the Holy Hall and resist the Demons together!
Join the Holy Hall, and you can use all of the Holy Hall’s resources. You can even retain your original Sect. In these extraordinary times, the Holy Hall’s role was actually no different from the Star Alliance’s.
Unite all forces that can be united!
Zhang Liang was even more ruthless, more direct.
Mingren was also part of the "stimulus." In essence, Mingren was indeed a Holy Hall Disciple. Although he was an undercover agent from the Ten Thousand Demons Sect, he had spent most of his Cultivation time in the Holy Hall. Very few people knew about the Ten Thousand Demons Sect, and no one really cared about a Sect that had long since vanished. What was important was that Mingren was once the Senior of Lingyin Hall, and Wang Meng was the Senior of Thunderlight Hall.
Could any Cultivator resist such an attraction?
Even the least curious person would have their curiosity piqued.
Who wouldn’t want to become the next Wang Meng, the next Mingren?
Zhang Liang was confident. ’Either you don’t come, or if you do, you will definitely be "assimilated" by the Holy Hall!’ No one could resist the charm of the Holy Hall.
He himself was proof. He was willing to give everything for the Holy Hall.
This was conviction. It was faith.
No matter how good one’s background, it still needed to be elevated by facts. If this were the Star Alliance in a time of peace, Lin Jinghao and Jii Wanli would certainly be unrivaled. Ordinary challenges wouldn’t achieve the effect of shaking the world with one’s fame.
Turbulent times. True heroes are born from turbulent times.
The glory of Lin Jinghao, Jii Wanli, and even the Dragon Race was completely overshadowed by these two men.
The miracle of the Battle of the Other Shore was merely a warm-up. The real battle had only just begun.
When the news of the great victory arrived, the people at Extreme Dao Castle were dumbstruck. The atmosphere became especially stiff.
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