High Martial Arts: Martial Soul Great Sage Equal to Heaven, crushing all races.

But inside the mountain-protecting formation, a completely different scene unfolded.

Jade Face Sect, Ancestral Master's Shrine.

On the white marble plaza in front of the ancestral hall, the Grand Elder Yang Chengwen, along with dozens of the most respected elders in the sect, all had ashen faces and their bodies trembled slightly uncontrollably.

Their eyes were fixed on the group of direct descendants who had already been demonized, and in their ears came the heart-wrenching cries and the sound of kowtowing.

"Father! Save me! Father!"

"Uncle-Master! We know we were wrong! We were just confused for a moment!"

"We don't want to die! Please, elders, save us!"

At the entrance of the ancestral hall, nearly a hundred core disciples of the Jade Face Sect, led by Yang Zhengxuan, the son of the sect leader, were kneeling on the cold ground, kowtowing frantically towards the ancestral hall.

The ground was quickly stained red with blood from the impact, but they seemed oblivious, pleading with all their might.

Yang Zhengxuan burst into tears, his once handsome face now streaked with sobs and looking utterly disheveled.

"Father! My fellow disciples! I... I just love Shuang'er too much! It was that demon from the Demon Worship Cult who lied to me, saying that as long as we cultivated the 'Heavenly Fox Transformation,' we could be together forever and possess even greater power to bring glory to the sect! I... I was only doing it for the good of the sect!"

"My fellow disciples, they only learned from me because they saw my great progress in cultivation and asked me for guidance. That's why I taught them the martial arts of demon beasts."

"What's done is done, there's no turning back! Outside are the Demon Slayer's blades, they won't listen to any explanations! Father, can you bear to watch your only bloodline be slaughtered like a demon beast?"

"We beg you, elders! For the sake of our ancestors, for the sake of us being your own flesh and blood, please save our lives!"

These cries, like the mournful lament of a cuckoo crying blood, were like red-hot branding irons, branding the hearts of the elders outside the door.

Their lips trembled, their old faces contorted in pain, their eyes filled with struggle and torment.

At this moment, kinship and blood ties, sectarian laws and the greater good of humanity, transformed into two invisible mountains, pressing down on them until they could hardly breathe.

"Oh."

A very soft, cold laugh rang out from a corner of the square, clearly reaching the ears of everyone present.

Despite having his dantian sealed by several restrictions, Yun Piaomiao, still standing upright, leaned against a pillar, coldly observing this disgusting ethical farce.

She looked at the group of demonized warriors, her voice not loud, but every word was piercing.

"That sounds nice. For love? For the sect?"

"You weren't just momentarily confused; you've been rotten to the core! It's not for the sect's sake, but simply to satisfy your own filthy desires! Yang Zhengxuan, you've not only fallen into demonic ways yourself, but you've also dragged the most outstanding group of geniuses from the Jade Face Sect in its century-long history into this abyss of no return!"

"You deserve to die!"

Yun Piaomiao's words were like the sharpest ice spikes, piercing the hearts of everyone present.

The wailing inside the ancestral hall abruptly stopped.

Yang Zhengxuan felt as if someone had grabbed his throat. His face instantly turned from sorrow to rage, and his eyes flashed with intense resentment. He stared intently in the direction of Yun Piaomiao, wishing he could devour her alive.

The elders outside the door turned deathly pale, their faces looking extremely grim.

They dared not look at Yun Piaomiao, as if looking at her for even a moment would shatter their pitiful self-esteem.

Finally, Elder Yang Chengwen took a deep breath, as if using all his strength, and made his final decision.

He turned away, ignoring the pleas of his juniors, and looked at Yun Piaomiao, his voice hoarse as if two pieces of sandpaper were rubbing together.

"Miss Yun, the Sect Master... the Sect Master is currently in seclusion, breaking through the bottleneck of the sixth rank, and will soon succeed. As long as the Sect Master can emerge from seclusion smoothly, our Jade Face Sect will have the qualifications to speak with General Feng on equal terms."

"Before that, Miss Yun, please stay at my sect for a few days as a guest."

It was called "visiting," but it was actually imprisonment.

He dared not look directly into Yun Piaomiao's clear yet mocking eyes, and as soon as he finished speaking, he quickly looked away.

He pinned the sect's last hope on the sect leader's breakthrough, and personally held Yun Piaomiao, a barely usable hostage, firmly in his grasp.

This is both cowardice and an incurable gamble.

"Whatever." Yun Piaomiao withdrew her gaze, her tone as indifferent as if she were simply saying that the weather was nice today.

From the moment her communication bracelet was removed, she never expected the other party to release her voluntarily.

This group is just using her as a hostage, waiting for a turning point that even they themselves may not be able to achieve.

But it doesn't matter.

The intelligence has been sent out, and the Demon Slayer Division has already besieged the city.

As for his own safety?

From the day she joined the Demon Slayer Division, she never considered the idea of ​​being afraid of death.

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Outside Jade Face Mountain, a murderous aura, like solidified molten iron, weighed heavily on everyone's heart.

Feng Qingyang stood in mid-air, his sword intent had accumulated to a critical point, as if it would transform into a stunning rainbow that would tear the sky apart in the next second, cleaving the obstructive blue light shield along with the entire mountain range.

He was about to speak and give the order to break the formation.

Just then—

"Beep! Beep beep beep—!"

A sharp, ear-piercing buzzing sound suddenly erupted from his waist without warning!

Not only him, but also Yang Jinyun, Zhao Yuping, Chen Dong and other fifth-rank military officers at the front of the army formation down the mountain, all had their military communication devices at the same time detonated by some invisible force. They flashed blood-red lights, representing the highest level of warning, and emitted a series of shrill shrieks.

In an instant, the extremely somber atmosphere in the valley was completely shattered.

Instead, there is an extreme tension and ominous feeling that can cause one's heart to stop!

"General!" A lieutenant frantically answered the communicator, but after listening for less than three seconds, his face turned deathly pale, and his voice trembled with extreme horror. "Urgent report from the Tiger Head Cliff defense line! The Crimson Scorpion Mother, a peak sixth-tier beast! She...she personally led a beast horde in a surprise attack! The Zhang family has already dispatched their elite forces to meet the attack, but...but the defense line is in grave danger. Requesting urgent reinforcements!"

Red Scorpion Mother!

That sixth-tier demon who fled in panic from Feng Mo's earth-shattering blow during the Battle of Xinlan River!

Instead of hiding, it chose this critical juncture to launch a brazen attack on one of Shanghai's most important lines of defense!

Feng Qingyang's brow twitched violently.

However, this is just the beginning.

Before the inspector could finish speaking, Zhao Yuping roared from the other side: "Urgent report from the Vajra Sect's stronghold! A sixth-tier Shadow Serpent has breached the underground defenses! Sect Master Luo is leading all his disciples in forming the 'Vajra Subduing Demon Formation' to defend to the death. The stronghold... the stronghold is about to fall! Requesting reinforcements!"

"The Hidden Jade Mountain spirit stone mine has been attacked by a flock of sixth-tier Storm Falcons! Tens of thousands! Our air power has been completely suppressed, and the mine is about to fall!"

"The Red Gold Valley defense line has been attacked..."

"The Tongyou River defense line..."

One!

Two!

Three...

In less than a minute, a total of eighteen emergency military reports, representing the highest level of military intelligence, exploded one after another in the command channel in front of Yumian Mountain, like a series of explosives!

On the outskirts of Shanghai, those normally impregnable defensive positions and key resource points simultaneously seemed to be driven by an invisible hand, continuously flashing blood-red warning signals representing the highest level of crisis.

Behind every warning signal stands at least one infamous sixth-tier demon!

Eighteen heads!

A total of eighteen sixth-tier great demons, along with countless demon beast armies under their command, launched a devastating all-out war against the key defense line of the Demon City at the same time!