Chapter 368: 77: Victory is Near, Chaos Enters the Netherworld

Chapter 368: 77: Victory is Near, Chaos Enters the Netherworld

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Upon the square.

After Zhao Huai spat out a mouthful of blood, his momentum instantly fell, propping himself up by his sword on the ground.

He hurriedly checked his body, finding a sudden depletion of his vital energy and a dimming shine on his hair.

A slight change in expression.

The cost of this Immortal Burial was too great.

It actually reduced his lifespan by a hundred years!

Initially, when he broke through to the Rebirth Realm, his lifespan had significantly increased to a thousand years. Now, with a hundred years less, a full tenth has been taken away!

Seems like using this divine skill is gambling with one’s life?

The existence in the void appeared for merely a few moments, did not even take action–merely took a glance at all living beings.

It took a hundred years of his life, it must be said, this price was too high.

Of course, the effect was undoubtedly impressive.

The lofty Demon Emperor in the Eighth Realm was directly killed on the spot by the mysterious existence.

They didn’t even know how they died, and when the Flower Emperor died, it didn’t trigger the [Slaying Demon], which means this demon doesn’t count as his kill.

It seems that in the future, when using this Immortal Skill, one must be cautious and better not to use it again.

Because if one sacrificed all of their lifespan, what would be the difference between dying?

Who knows the standard of the mysterious existence on measuring the price.

Despite his momentum being weakened, Zhao Huai still didn’t fall, holding Yu Sha in his hand. He stood up again.

The ghastly death of the Flower Empress caused a chill in the remaining demons. Thick fear arose, their eyes full of disbelief.

The Flower Emperor is dead?!

He actually killed a Demon Emperor?

Clearly, they were the party with an absolute advantage, who could have expected that the situation will turn out this way?

This white-robed sword cultivator seems weak, yet gives people a feeling that he will not fall.

“Who else wants to die?”

Zhao Huai’s sharp gaze swept over the remaining Demon Kings, his fighting spirit still high.

“Killing the Flower Emperor, the price you paid is not small, either? Still daring to act wildly now, let this emperor kill you!”

At this moment, the earth trembled, the monstrous form of a Devil Mountain appeared in the yellow sand.

It was the Six-Armed Demon Ape who had previously had an arm cut off by Zhao Huai.

Due to Zhao Huai’s invincible sword skill momentum previously, he didn’t dare to confront directly and could only stand far away and watch.

But now Zhao Huai’s momentum is not nearly as great as before, perhaps there is a chance?

The Six-Armed Demon Ape lifted two colossal arms, quickly dropping them, violently stomping on the ground.

Wanting the other party to be trampled into flesh.

Zhao Huai’s brows furrowed, about to release the flying sword from the sword formation to deal with this Demon Emperor.

With a soft sound, a series of sharp halberd qi, parallel to the ground, bombed towards Zhao Huai’s head. At the same time, a “shushing” sound rang in his ears, and looking up, one could see hundreds of sword qi shuttling through the sandstorm.

Just at that point, a slender silhouette flew quickly from a distance. The afterimages were too fast to be caught by the naked eye, and they came to Zhao Huai’s side.

All the shadows at last converge to form the figure of Yu Qinghan.

Yu Qinghan straightened her exquisite back, the look in her eyes extremely cold. She held a long halberd, incorporating an overwhelming magic power, striking towards the arm of the demon ape!Diiscover new stories at novelhall.com

Not just her, there were also hundreds of human cultivators who had followed her, each wielding their life-bound magical treasures, attacking the Six-Armed Demon Ape.

Leading the charge was Flame General Zhou Ping, his voice echoed like thunder:

“Follow the Royal Crown Prince in Demon Slaying!”

Behind him were echoing human cultivators.

“Kill! Kill these beasts!”

The human cultivators who were still alive looked at the slowly retreating Demon Army with faces full of excitement.

“We’ve won!”

“We won!”

However, as soon as they saw the bodies of their fallen comrades, their joy quickly dissipated.

For them, this was undoubtedly a pyrrhic victory.

“Something’s up.”

Watching the direction where the Demon Race was retreating, Yu Qinghan didn’t show any signs of joy. Instead, she squinted her eyes, feeling that something wasn’t right.

“It’s certainly a good thing that the Demon Race is retreating. However, with the Heavenly Earth Altar still present, this is certainly an unfinished battle.”

Zhao Huai sighed.

Yu Qinghan slowly nodded, “After this big battle, the Primitive World failed to capture the entirety of Western State and wipe out all human cultivators. Instead, they lost a massive army of tens of thousands. The behind-the-scenes existence must be very angry. In the days to come, I’m afraid that a crazed retaliation will be launched.”

“Aside from the Primitive World, the major powerhouses from the Netherworld Battlefield in the north and the Devil Sect and Immortal Sect are still garrisoned. Even though we’ve achieved a victory, we must not let our guards down.”

“Perhaps, the only way to save this world from ruin is to find a way to the Upper Realm.”

Zhao Huai felt a heavy burden on his shoulders and couldn’t afford to be negligent. With just their forces, it would be exceedingly difficult to resist the attacks of the worlds.

He didn’t believe that among the gods who ascended from the Immortal World, none of them were still alive.

Perhaps, they still hadn’t learned what the Immortal World was facing.

And if they could establish contact with the Ascension Realm...

As Zhao thought of this, he remembered the scenes he saw in the Wordless Stone Stele.

The only way to get to the Ascension Realm was to go up along the Luo River in the sky.

Why couldn’t this method be used to announce it to the worlds?

As Yu Qinghan and Zhao Huai were conversing, a courteous voice came from miles away:

“It seems that this palace has come too late, the Demon Army has retreated so soon?”

In the sky, a spiritual ship suspended between Heaven and Earth amid the drifting bloody mist.

On the deck of the ship were numerous bizarre creatures. They were all strange because they all had long red hair, their eyes were blood red and they didn’t look like humans.

A handsome young man in a blood-red python robe stood at the forefront of the spiritual ship. His skin was pale to the extreme, so pale it could be described as ghastly, totally devoid of any blood color.

A coiling dragon jade crown held his long red hair, and there was no stray hair on his forehead. The man was impeccably groomed and radiated an aura of noble elegance.

The blood-red python-robed youth was surrounded by a black-robed, thin old man, a voluptuous and gorgeous woman, and an ugly man.

The big man had a pair of black flesh wings on his back, his face was deathly pale, horrifying like a fierce ghost. His two fangs were exposed, his hair was burning with green flame, which was several meters high, like a burning candle, and he held a trident in his hand.

“The Bloody Devil Clan from the Netherworld?”

Zhao Huai only recognized the identity of the youth in the blood-red python robe, while the others were unknown.

Zhou Ping and Dongfang Xuan recognized them at a glance, though.

Zhou Ping spoke with a serious look in his eyes, “Your Highness, the Bloody Devils, the Ghost Race, the Shura Clan, and the Yaksha Clan have all arrived here. It seems that the Netherworld has begun its campaign into Central State and this doesn’t bode well for the Northern State Battlefield.”

“Are you the Crown Prince of Yan Country?”

The youth in the blood-red python robe looked at Zhao Huai with interest and said with a smile.

In the Netherworld, the Bloody Devil clan had a high status among the various demons. The clan was ruled by the Blood Ancestor, the territory was divided into ten parts, each with ten princes appointed by the clan to garrison.

This person was the prince’s son from the Bloody Devil Clan, Di Yuan.

“The human race actually has so many strong cultivators. It seems we really can’t attack rashly.” Said the thin, black-robed old man as he glanced at Abbot Lingyin hiding among the crowd, icy coldness in his eyes.

The old man was a Ghost King from the netherworld who had crossed numerous ghost calamities and his strength was comparable to the Metamorphosis Stage.

“What a lively scene.”

While everyone was still watching the arrival of various powerhouses from the Netherworld, a team of heavily armored knights with round shields came galloping from the distance.

A lion-headed elephant, carrying a sedan, entered Anxi Prefecture.

The voice originated from inside the sedan.

Upon hearing the voice, Zhao Huai knew it was Yin Nanyu who had arrived.

The army of Diluo Country indeed arrived late.