Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 681 Qingda Good Demon
It was clear that Wei Hong had not satisfied King Xiao Qing.

What she needs to do is weaken the combat power of the 800-li Dongting Lake. The casualties of just two waterways may not even account for 10% of the total casualties.

"So, am I still too kind?" This self-assessment is quite subtle.

Because the creation was that Master Xu, it somehow made perfect sense.

Meanwhile, Gui Da began praising the king's kindness without even blinking, making Yu Bai, who was standing to the side, feel a little uncomfortable. Perhaps some people really did get their positions through their own abilities.

After this little incident, Xiaoqing, the great philanthropist, decisively announced that he would give me a super bonus!
Gui Da, Yu Bai, and Ni Long, along with their supervisory teams, resumed their respective missions.

The routed soldiers, prisoners, and remnants of the Zi River and Xiang River were forcibly organized together under an iron fist. The routed soldiers and prisoners were strung together in a long, winding dragon by cold iron chains, each step treading on the bones of their comrades. A carp spirit with a broken horn dragged half of its tail as it crawled with difficulty, a crab general with a shattered shell supported its broken body with its remaining pincers, and the scales of a loach spirit scraped mottled bloodstains on the sand.

There was no reorganization, no rest; only the hoarse roar of the giant turtle echoed in the stench: "Faster, faster! Whoever dares to stop will be the next sacrifice!"

If enough are swept up, it becomes a torrent of flesh and blood, unstoppable and undareable.

Under the warlord's whip and curses, the torrent was relentlessly driven toward the Yuan River.

That place will be their next battlefield, and also their next graveyard.

"Forward! Forward! Tear through the enemy's lines like lightning!" Turtle was still faithfully carrying out the orders from his superiors.

Since they're not your own soldiers, you don't care at all.

The demons of the Xiang River were still unaware of what was happening, while the surviving veterans of the Zi River were already showing signs of terror, their gill fins trembling violently.

Come again?

Suddenly, a prawn leader screamed and rushed toward the lake shore: "Get ashore! Get ashore now!" The steel fork almost pierced through its back.

Driven by their leaders, more monsters began to climb frantically, and the death march was staged once again.

Countless aquatic creatures paved the way with their blood and flesh. Fish gills cracked in the air, shrimp and crab shells burst under the scorching sun, and dying serpent demons tore at their own kind with their venomous fangs to obtain their last drop of water.

The pile of corpses at the bottom of the cliff in Xinfagou was three times higher than last time.

Just like the road we came by, we crossed the hills that were destined to leave behind a bloody name, returned to Hengling Lake, rushed through Tuolian Port, swept across Wanzi Lake, and surged into Southeast Lake.

"Crush it." Turtle stood atop the blood wave, the turbid current beneath his feet carrying fragments of bones and armor.

It really stole the show in this battle; if it hadn't used tactical deception, it probably wouldn't have gotten this position.

One of the pioneers was so envious he was practically grinding his teeth in frustration.

They swept through the area, and the small water palaces along the way were like fragile clam shells, either being shattered in the demon tide or being chained into the group.

The waterweed spirit of Southeast Lake tried to beg for mercy, but was instantly crushed into green mincemeat.

The army grew in size like a snowball.

When the outline of the Yuanjiang River mouth appeared on the horizon, the army had swelled into a nightmare that blotted out the sky.

The routed soldiers, prisoners, and weak demons who had been coerced all stared with bloodshot eyes. Behind them lay a three-hundred-mile-long road of blood, and before them stood the trembling banners of the Yuanjiang Demon King.

The news of the Xiangjiang River's destruction overnight swept across the 800-mile-long Dongting Lake like a plague.

A day is enough time for all the monsters to know that the two major water systems in the south are going mad, so the other demon kings are on high alert.

The remaining two streams and four mouths of aquatic life were forced to prepare, and no one knew what would happen next.

Meanwhile, the flow of water vapor, the rampant stench of blood, and the frenzied atmosphere made the already suppressed forces begin to stir.

The Dragon Palace has not yet emerged, but the calamity has already been triggered in advance.

At the mouth of the Yuan River, dark clouds loomed overhead. The King of Sharks was once a fearsome predator in the outer seas, its steel fork having claimed countless lives of deep-sea monsters.

But the open sea was too dangerous—the ancient remnants, deep-sea monsters, and even the occasional remnant souls of dragons forced it to flee inland and seek refuge with the Dongting Demon King in hopes of a peaceful life.

But who could have imagined that even a powerful force like Dongting would encounter such a change?

It gripped the azure steel fork tightly, its demonic energy surging like a raging torrent. Behind it, thousands of elite Yuanjiang aquatic creatures stood ready, their scales gleaming coldly, their killing intent soaring to the heavens. Yet, even so, a trace of unease lingered in its heart—where was the Blood Vine? Where was the Alligator Dragon? Why had it yet to be seen?
Even more terrifying is... what about the emperor?
Even if the Lord of Dongting doesn't interfere in affairs, he'll still at least take a look at his eight demon kings when something happens to them.

Of course, the most important thing now is to stop this group of demons.

"Go back!" the Shark King roared, his voice shaking the water and creating ripples. "Whether you're a Blood Vine or a Crocodile Dragon, if you dare set foot in the Yuan River, you'll be devoured by fish today!"

Although it did not witness the tragic scene on the Xiang River, the pervasive smell of blood and the almost manic aura in the air made it instinctively uneasy.

Something is wrong!
The defeated troops on the Zi River and Xiang River should not have had this kind of momentum.

But it didn't have time to think it through, because the next moment, the giant tortoise grinned and waved down the command flag.

"kill--"

A torrent of blood and flesh erupted with a deafening roar!

There were no battle formations, no rules, only the most primal instinct to kill.

Veteran soldiers of the Zi River charged over the corpses of new recruits, while the routed soldiers of the Xiang River were forced forward by the Yin Thunder of the Gui River. The little demons they carried along the way had already gone mad, their eyes bloodshot as they rushed toward the Yuan River defense line.

"Stop them!" the Shark King roared.

Arrows rained down, and steel forks formed a forest, instantly tearing the cannon fodder in the front ranks to shreds.

Before the corpses even sank to the bottom, the monsters behind them were already charging forward, stepping over the flesh and blood of their own kind.

"They've gone mad...they've all gone mad!" The Yuanjiang defenders finally realized the problem: the enemy truly didn't care about casualties.

Turtle stood atop the pile of corpses, laughing maniacally: "Keep charging! Even if they're all dead, there are still more to come!"

This might be the last demon king they can defeat; they don't have much time left.

The King of Sharks stood on the crest of a wave, looking somewhat angry.

You little demons really can't see me, the Demon King, standing here. How can you have no manners at all?

Do you even understand the principle of soldiers facing soldiers and generals facing generals? How dare you rush towards me?

The steel fork swept across, unleashing a surge of demonic power. The entire body of water suddenly darkened, as if shrouded in some ancient force. The scales gleamed with a chilling blue light, each one inscribed with deep-sea runes—a legacy from the endless ocean!

"How dare you, mere ants, offend my Yuanjiang River?!"

Suddenly raising the steel fork high, a deep blue cold light burst forth from the tip. In an instant, the entire Yuanjiang River seemed to be drawn by some invisible force, frantically converging at the tip of the fork!

"Sea Abyss - Heavenly Starfall!"

boom--! ! !
The steel fork slammed down, and a stream of deep blue water fell like a star, exploding with terrifying force!

That water was not ordinary river water, but heavy water containing the power of the deep sea. Each drop was as heavy as a thousand pounds, and when it crashed down, even the air was compressed and exploded!

The aquatic creatures at the forefront didn't even have time to scream before being crushed into a bloody mist by this immense force! Their flesh and bones, fragile as paper under the impact of the deep blue water, instantly exploded into a sky full of scarlet!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Where the water burst open, a huge whirlpool was formed on the surface, and the violent shockwave swept in all directions, even shattering the rocks on the shore into dust! More than 10,000 aquatic creatures were wiped out by this attack, and a vacuum zone briefly appeared on the river surface!
This is the difference between realms; unless strong individuals of the same level fight each other, the role of a lowly soldier will be greatly diminished.

(End of this chapter)