Chapter 787 - 567: The Human Race’s Tragic Heroism, Wei Fan Returns

The Human-Demon War has been ongoing, and so far, the casualties on both sides have reached hundreds of thousands. The Eastern Domain Human Race’s continents are all engulfed in war, with the Demon Hunter Organization mobilizing forces from all over the Human Race to participate in the battle.

On the Saint Realm battlefield, originally the Human Race had the upper hand, but this changed three days ago.

The Town Commander, Shi Yun, suddenly betrayed, launching a sneak attack that killed a Great Saint of the Human Race and defected to the Demon Fiend camp. This caused the Human side to lose that battle, indirectly leading to the death of two more Saint Realm powerhouses and injuring many.

Just yesterday, a terrifying powerhouse of the Saint King of Saints level appeared among the Demon Fiends, with fierce might, consecutively slaying multiple Great Saints of the Human Race, including An Shanhe, the Town Commander of the Demon Hunter Town Hall. Five Great Saints fell, and the Saint King level powerhouses Ouyang Bolun and Mu Chen were severely injured and near death. Ultimately, a Saint King from the Xuanyuan Family wielded an imperial weapon, striking with it, finally forcing the Saint King of Saints level Demon Saint to retreat.

"An Shanhe has fallen!"

Murderous intent rose in Wei Fan’s heart, and in an instant, the temperature within the tavern dropped sharply, causing everyone to shiver involuntarily. He quickly restrained his killing intent.

He didn’t have much connection with An Shanhe, only Wei Ran’s identity had interacted with An Shanhe. Other than that, he didn’t know much, but from the Human-Demon standpoint, An Shanhe was absolutely a qualified Town Commander.

Then there was Shi Yun, whom he hadn’t paid much attention to before.

Although Shi Yun colluded with the Wang Family to try to kill him, when the Human-Demon War broke out, Shi Yun, like other Town Commanders, rushed to the front line to fight against the Demon Fiends.

At such a time, even if there was a great enmity between him and Shi Yun, he planned to set it aside for the moment, not to pursue it. He even considered sparing Shi Yun’s life if Shi Yun could make significant contributions and perform well.

After all, even though Shi Yun wanted to harm him, it didn’t cause him any loss. It held no meaning for him as an Emperor to harbor grudges against a Great Saint fighting for the Human Race, he never imagined Shi Yun would actually defect.

He could guess the reason for the defection, likely because Shi Yun believed Wei Fan wouldn’t spare him, thus defecting to the Demon Fiend camp to seek protection.

"This is troublesome. One Saint King of Saints, even four or five Saint Kings working together might not be able to contend with him. An imperial weapon can frighten him once, but not a second time. If he appears again, he would probably carry an imperial weapon as well."

In the tavern, someone showed a worried look.

For Saint King level powerhouses, those who cultivated in the extreme path techniques can eventually become Saint Kings. However, to become a Saint King of Saints, it requires exceptionally strong talent beyond mere cultivation techniques.

Saint King of Saints also had another title, called Emperor Level candidate. Such strong individuals will almost inevitably become Emperors as long as they don’t fall, it’s only a matter of time.

This level of individuals rarely appears on the battlefield.

Wei Fan realized this was probably a deliberate attempt to force him out, otherwise given the opportunity, the Human Race’s Martial Emperor would certainly not hesitate to kill him.

"Does our Human Race have no Saint King of Saints level powerhouses to contend with him? Yesterday, so many Great Saints already died. If he continues killing a few more times, wouldn’t all the Great Saints of the Eastern Domain die at his hands?"

"Saint Kings of Saints are extremely rare; there might not even be one in hundreds of years."

"It’s a pity Wei Fan disappeared. He is also a Saint King of Saints. With him around, he could easily execute that Saint King of Saints!"

"He probably doesn’t yet know that the Demon Race has a Saint King of Saints level powerhouse. Upon knowing, he definitely wouldn’t stand by."

"It’s because of the damned Zhou Family. If not for their intent to kill Wei Fan, he wouldn’t have gone into hiding again, allowing the Demon Race to kill so many of our Human Race’s Martial Saints."

...

Very soon, people started cursing the Zhou Family, for with Wei Fan’s current cultivation, unless someone wanted to kill him from within, there was absolutely no need to hide.

"Tell me, where has this Saint King of Saints appeared?"

Wei Fan walked over, his expression ice-cold.

Even if it meant delaying his breakthrough to Martial Emperor, he needed to slay this Saint King of Saints level Demon Fiend first.

Being at this level himself, he understood the terrifying prowess of experts at this rank. Without opponents of similar rank, they are invincible on the battlefield, with many just waiting to be slowly massacred.

Firing imperial weapons at all costs isn’t effective because they would also be protected by imperial weapons.

"It’s in Shuiyun City!"

Under the powerful pressure of Wei Fan’s Heart Spirit, this person quickly revealed the location of the Saint King of Saints level Demon Fiend, which hadn’t appeared in any other continent but at the Shuiyun City battlefield in Yaozhou.

Originally, Shuiyun City was not a strategic location in Yaozhou, but after several massacres in Shuiyun City, the Human-Demon War battlegrounds in Yaozhou started shifting towards Shuiyun City, becoming the sole center of the conflict.

"Thank you!"

Wei Fan turned and walked. As he moved, his muscles squirmed, and by the third step, he had reverted to his original aura and appearance.

The next moment, ripples spread in the void, and he disappeared from the tavern.

"Wei Fan?"

Someone stood up in shock, their face full of excitement: "Wei Fan, he is Wei Fan, Wei Fan has reappeared."

He shouted excitedly, having once stayed in Shuiyun City and been fortunate enough to see Wei Fan’s true form, confident in not mistaking.

"What? He is Wei Fan."

"Good, Wei Fan is emerging; now it’s those beasts’ turn to have bad luck."

"Stop dawdling, let’s head to Shuiyun City immediately. Maybe we can witness Wei Fan’s heroic stature."

"No need, by the time we reach Shuiyun City at our speed, the Demon Fiends would already be slain by Wei Fan."

...

Soon, the news of Wei Fan’s reappearance spread from this tavern, thrilling countless people.

In about ten days’ time, Shuiyun City, which was once a scenic small city, has been razed to the ground, turned into ruins, and not even remnants of its walls can be seen.

Originally, the Human Race held the advantage, pressing the Demon Fiends outside of Shuiyun City. But yesterday, the Demon Race introduced a King of Demon Saints, who, with unmatched prowess, slew multiple Great Saints of the Human Race. This small city was turned to ashes, and countless soldiers were slain by Demon Fiends, turning into food in their bellies.

"Roar... Flatten Yaozhou, let the might of our Demon Race be seen!"

"If you don’t hand over Wei Fan, we’ll march to your Holy City!"

"If you want to reach the Holy City, you’ll have to step over my body first."

The shouts of battle were thunderous, the sky was already shattered, and the ground was full of crisscrossed fissures. Every moment, someone fell, and the evil qi of death gathered into a terrifying black cloud.

The momentum of the Demon Army was like a rainbow, advancing layer upon layer, causing the Human Race army to retreat one step at a time.

Because they had a King of Saints, their battle intent was exceedingly high, while the Human side’s morale was weak, with most having no confidence.

Because in the distance, images of the Human Race’s Martial Saints falling had already appeared several times. These soldiers naturally had no heart for battle, knowing that if the Saint Realm battlefield suffered a crushing defeat, they would all die.

"So much power!"

Wei Fan separated himself from the Great Dao, looking at the hundreds of thousands of Demon Fiends battling the Human Race soldiers on the ground, a surge of killing intent rising within him.

His cultivation in the Saint Realm had now reached Perfection, and killing Saint Realm Demon Fiends was not cost-effective; acquiring more Martial Saint’s Power was useless.

He very much wanted to charge onto the battlefield and massacre these ordinary Demon Fiends, but he restrained himself.

If he slaughtered these ordinary Demon Fiends, it would only provoke the Demon Fiends to retaliate equally by slaughtering ordinary Human soldiers.

"Large-scale action won’t do, but I can still kill some covertly!"

Wei Fan flew over the battlefield, his Will Power silently descending. In an instant, the primordial spirits of hundreds to thousands of Demon Fiends were shredded by his terrifying Will Power, and the next moment, they were shattered by the Human Race powerhouses they were fighting.

"Boom boom..."

In an instant, a large swath of Demon Fiends on the battlefield was suddenly shattered by Human powerhouses, and these Human powerhouses were all startled, not knowing when they had become so fierce.

However, they had no time to think too much, for the Demon Army surged forth like locusts again, and they could only continue to fight.

[Killed a Demon King, acquired 50,000 years of ordinary power]

[Killed a Demon Venerable, acquired 20,000 years of ordinary power]

[Killed a Demon King, acquired 50,000 years of ordinary power]

[Killed a Demon Venerable, acquired 20,000 years of ordinary power]

...

The panel flashed frantically. He hadn’t even used one-thousandth of his strength, yet the power he harvested was several times greater than that of slaying a Saint Realm Demon Fiend.

No one noticed his covert actions. Compared to the millions fighting on the battlefield, his secret slaughter of hundreds to thousands of Demon Fiends wouldn’t attract attention. Even if someone on the Human side suspected, they wouldn’t say anything.

"Boom..."

He swept out another burst of Will Power, killing thousands of the Demon Army before leaving, because the Saint Realm battlefield in the distance was already on the brink, with Martial Saints barely holding on.

[Killed a Demon King, acquired 50,000 years of ordinary power]

[Killed a Demon Venerable, acquired 20,000 years of ordinary power]

[Killed a Demon King, acquired 50,000 years of ordinary power]

...

[Ordinary Power: 72,310,000 years]

[Martial Saint’s Power: None]

The panel flashed frantically again, finally settling, with his ordinary power skyrocketing from one million to over seventy-two million.

This was why he almost rushed into the battlefield for slaughter. Since Martial Saint’s Power was useless to him now, the harvest from slaying a Demon Saint was not as great as killing dozens of Demon Kings.

If the hundreds of thousands of Demon Fiends below were all slaughtered, he couldn’t even imagine how much ordinary power he could harvest.

"Wait to slay those Demon Saints, then come back for another round!"

His heart itched unbearably, eager to immediately slay all those Demon Saints so he could return.

...

The Saint Realm battlefield near Shuiyun City, ten thousand miles away from Shuiyun City, had all life extinguished due to a past clash between the Dragon Battle Martial Emperor and the Purple-Beard Dragon Emperor. This time, everyone brought Imperial Soldiers, worried that an Imperial Soldiers clash would affect the army, so they chose this place for the Saint Realm battle.

Even with an Imperial Soldiers clash, the army wouldn’t be affected.

This battle was far more intense than the one Wei Fan participated in, with more than thirty Saint Realm participants on each side. The Human side had even more, with nearly forty Martial Saints.

Yet even so, the Human Race was still at a disadvantage on the Saint Realm battlefield.

In fact, the number of Martial Saints on the Human side initially exceeded forty, but four to five Martial Saints had already fallen, so now the number was less than forty.

All the Human Martial Saints were wounded at this moment, some still struggling with half their bodies gone because they knew if they lost, the cities behind them would be flattened one by one.