Zongwang: Unspeakable fear!

Chapter 885 Unstoppable
As the notification appeared on the network, Emperor Yu's body transformed into pure solar fire, collapsing towards the center and turning into a golden crystal.

Gao Yang reached out and took it in his hand.

Without examining the function of the solar fire core closely, Gao Yang put it into his inventory, and his fighting spirit burned fiercely in the sky like a raging inferno.

Like a new sun rising, it replaced the dead Emperor Yu, burning fiercely in the dark sky.

In that instant, the battlefield fell into a deathly silence. The armies fighting below had not expected it, nor had the Dao-Merging Demon Kings in the black clouds. They had not expected that the Three-Legged Golden Crow Emperor, a top expert of the demon race, would perish in less than half an hour of fighting.

"kill!"

With a flash of sword light, the Sword Lord of Breaking the Mountain appeared beside Gao Yang. He raised his right hand high, and the sword pellet in his palm burst forth with ten thousand feet of sword energy, soaring straight into the sky.

He looked up at the dark clouds in the sky, then looked down at the earth below, and roared hoarsely, "Emperor Yu is dead! Crush the Eastern Wilderness! Kill!"

A roar, filled with the hardships and bloodshed of humanity's rise, spread with the power of magic, and more and more cultivators heard the roar of the Broken Mountain Sword Lord.

As a result, the already high morale of the Qian Yuan human race surged once again, and roars accompanied by the booming of magic echoed above the Two Realms River, as if responding to the roar of the Broken Mountain Sword Lord.

On the contrary, after witnessing the killing of the Three-Legged Golden Crow Emperor, all the demons who participated in the battle were filled with fear and doubt about themselves and their race: Can we really defeat the human race and maintain our dominant position?

If the morale data of the two races could be quantified, then the morale of the human race has now exceeded the maximum limit of 100, like a blazing pillar of fire, soaring into the sky with unstoppable momentum; as for the demon race, the morale of 100 is rapidly declining as if it were falling off a cliff.

In this way, the changes in the battle situation have become clear.

Given that they were outnumbered, outmatched in top-tier combat power, and even outmatched in morale, defeat was inevitable.

After the death of Emperor Yu, all the great demons present, facing the now free Po Yue Sword Lord and Thunderfire Sword Immortal Gao Yang, unanimously chose to temporarily avoid confrontation.

After all, it is almost impossible to kill the opponent in a one-on-one situation, but if these two join the battlefield, no demon race Great Saint present can withstand the siege of three beings of the same level.

Let's retreat for now and regroup before fighting again.

"Retreat quickly!"

Divine senses clashed and intertwined in the air, and the demon saints quickly broke free from their opponents, carrying billowing demonic energy as they retreated madly towards the Eastern Wilderness Demon Realm.

Seeing the Great Sage of the Demon Race retreat without hesitation, the Demon Kings of the Demon Race also began to retreat. However, compared to the strength of the Great Sage of the Demon Race, the retreat of these Demon Kings of the Demon Race was not smooth. The Human True Monarchs of the Demon Race, who were now free to attack, took action and intercepted these Demon Kings.

As for the demon army further down, they suffered a complete rout. During their retreat, some were trampled to death, others were attacked and killed by other demons, and some even turned on each other during the retreat, seeking revenge for their grudges.

At this time, the drawbacks of the demon race became apparent.

Because the current demon race is not a complete and unified group, but rather a combination of dozens or even hundreds of different demon beast races.

Before the rise of the human race, the battles between the various demon beast races, who were the overlords of this land, were no less intense than the current war between humans and demons.

It was only because of the rise of the human race that the various demon races had no choice but to unite and were collectively referred to as the "demon race".

Now, with their army defeated and beset by both internal and external troubles, the long-simmering resentment has finally erupted like a volcano, turning into a raging fire that devours minds and burns away the rationality of these demons.

The chase lasted a full day, leaving behind countless demonic beast corpses along the way, staining the earth a deep brownish-red with blood. At Dragon Head Mountain and Eagle Ridge, Gao Yang and a group of human Dao-Merging True Immortals stood atop the mountain, with Milofina still perched on his shoulder, gazing at the boundless wilderness ahead—the heartland of the demon race, a place rarely visited by humans.

Further on, there lies the royal court of the demon race.

At this moment, this entire land had come into the view of the human race.

Since the great victory of the human race in the battle of the Two Realms River, the Qian Yuan human race has been like a war chariot running at full speed, advancing madly into the heart of the demon race with unstoppable momentum. Along the way, they have crushed several attacks organized by the demon race, and they are determined to maintain their momentum at any cost.

As a result, nine human cultivators who had reached the Dao Integration Realm perished on the battlefield, and countless human cultivators below the Dao Integration Realm also died. In contrast, the number of demons who died in the unstoppable charge of the human race was several times greater than that of the human race.

It was this all-out effort that allowed the human army to arrive here in just ten days.

This is the last line of defense for the demon royal court. Crossing this line means that there will be no more natural barriers before the human army reaches the demon royal court.

The retreat of the demon race from Dragon Head Mountain means that they have abandoned Dragon Head Mountain as their last line of defense, and instead intend to retreat into the demon royal court, or rely on the demon royal court to wage a decisive battle against the human race that will determine the future of this world.

After a five-hour rest, Sect Leader Xuan Yuan stepped into the air, looked at the human cultivators who had crowded out Eagle Ridge, and said in a deep voice:

"The future rests on this battle. Whether our human race will rise to the top or fall into oblivion depends entirely on you fellow Daoists."

After speaking, Sect Leader Xuan Yuan clasped his hands together in front of him and solemnly bowed to the thousands of human cultivators below.

With just this one bow, the world fell silent. This was not because of the Dao-Merging True Monarch's gesture, but because the determination of the thousands of human cultivators to die at this moment directly suppressed the space here.

The moment the world was still, it was shattered by unrestrained and boisterous noise.

"Hahaha, a true lord bowing to this old man? Even my grandson probably wouldn't believe it if I told him! Brothers, let's go!"

"Let's go together. If we can destroy the demon race this time and lay the foundation for our human race for ten thousand generations, what is there to fear even if we enter the underworld?"

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Voices rang out from all directions of the human army. Sect Leader Xuan Yuan and the others watched this scene in silence, and then they all revealed a genuine smile.

"Fellow Daoist Yanluo, you're not allowed to steal my spoils this time!" A Dao Integration True Monarch looked at Yanluo True Monarch, who was engulfed in flames, with a mischievous tone.

Yanluo Zhenjun turned his head and looked over, his lips twitching almost imperceptibly. He said, "What do you mean by stealing your spoils? If I hadn't intervened in time, it would be questionable whether you, Xue Daoren, would even be standing here unscathed."

"But I was just a hair's breadth away from killing that beast," the Snow Taoist said stubbornly, his neck stiff.

Yanluo Zhenjun laughed and said, "If it weren't for me, you would probably have perished together with him."

The Snow Taoist's eyes widened, blowing his snow-white beard away. Then he uttered some incomprehensible words, such as "Can cultivators fight to the death?" and "I'm just testing its depths," which made everyone laugh and filled the air with a joyful atmosphere.

Amidst laughter and chatter, the group flew with the human army towards the demon royal court.

(End of this chapter)