Chapter 330 - 186: Peak of Great Sun Realm

Chapter 330: Chapter 186: Peak of Great Sun Realm

But at that moment, the surging Demon Race army’s offensive came to a sudden halt. Terror filled the eyes of countless demons.

Li Wen had returned, but the top-tier Marquis Level leader of the Snake Division was nowhere to be seen.

A chill crept into the heart of the Great Sun Realm demon commander leading the attack.

He had no time to ponder how the leader of the Snake Division had fallen. ’Was he killed by Li Wen? Or did he run into other powerful experts from the Human Race?’

He knew only one terrible truth—the plan had failed!

If they didn’t retreat now, their elite demon unit would likely be annihilated.

"The plan has failed! Retreat! Fall back!" The demon commander’s piercing shriek cut through the din of the battlefield as he gave the desperate order.

"Stay behind."

The voice was cold and not particularly loud, yet it reached the ears of every demon, clear as a death sentence.

Before the words even faded, Li Wen’s figure had transformed into a bolt of thunderous blade light that tore through the air, crashing violently into the retreating demon horde.

Light flashed once more, but this time, it was the light of death, come to reap a harvest of lives.

Li Wen’s blade had already entered the realm of the Dao, drawing upon the power of the world around it.

Wherever the blade light passed, it was as if space itself was being sliced open, leaving behind a fine tear.

The elite demons, whose defenses were formidable and movements agile in the eyes of ordinary Great Sun Realm warriors, now seemed utterly clumsy and fragile.

There were no earth-shattering explosions, only the piercing sound of the blade slicing through the air again and again.

The blade light moved like a phantom dragon. With every flash, another row of demons fell, their bodies rigid.

In the face of his absolute power and Blade Intent, their sturdy scales and energy shields were sliced apart as easily as paper.

Heads flew, bodies were cleaved in two, and cores were pierced through. Li Wen’s figure weaved through the demonic horde at blinding speed.

Every strike was precise and efficient, claiming the lives of several demons at once. He was unstoppable. None could withstand a single exchange.

The demons’ panicked retreat instantly devolved into a one-sided rout and slaughter.

Their formation utterly collapsed under Li Wen’s assault. The surviving demon soldiers shrieked in terror, scrambling desperately toward the Stargate in a mad flight for their lives.

The battle was over in a flash.

When Li Wen sheathed his blade and stood tall, not a single demon was left standing on the battlefield outside the Stargate fortress.

The ground was littered with the densely packed remains of the demons, and the air was thick with the stench of blood and the acrid smell of burnt energy.

In the end, less than thirty percent of the demons managed to escape back through the Stargate.

A brief, deathly silence was broken by a heaven-shaking roar of celebration.

The faces of the surviving warriors were stained with blood and etched with exhaustion, but their eyes shone with a brilliant light—the thrill and release of clawing their way back from the brink of death to claim a hard-won victory.

"Clear the battlefield, treat the wounded, and collect the spoils!" Ling Feng ordered quickly, suppressing the turmoil in his chest.

The soldiers moved at once, searching for comrades amidst the carnage, tending to the wounded, and efficiently harvesting valuable materials from the demon corpses—an indispensable resource for the Human Race’s resistance against the Demon Race.

Ling Feng hurried to Li Wen’s side. His expression was a mixture of concern and lingering fear, but more than anything, it was filled with incredulous questions.

"Junior Brother Li! You... how did you escape? The leader of the Snake Division..."

He couldn’t imagine how Li Wen had not only survived an encounter with a top-tier Marquis Level assassin but had also made it back to the battlefield in the nick of time.

Li Wen’s expression was serene. Following the Principal’s instructions, he answered calmly:

"The Principal took action. His clone arrived in time to kill the leader of the Snake Division."

He offered no further details.

"The Principal’s clone?!" Ling Feng’s pupils constricted. He then let out a long sigh of relief, his face a mask of sudden comprehension and profound reverence.

"So that’s what happened! I was wondering... That’s wonderful! Thank goodness for the Principal!"

The explanation was perfectly logical, completely dispelling his doubts.

The Principal’s power was truly unfathomable.

The battle at the Changning City Stargate fortress drew to a premature close on New Year’s Eve.

In the skies above the distant Changning City, the midnight bells had long since tolled. Dazzling fireworks continued to bloom across the night sky, their kaleidoscopic light illuminating the city’s countless homes.

The faint sounds of laughter and celebration drifted on the wind.

On the streets below, crowds were still immersed in the festive atmosphere, completely oblivious to the brutal, fate-deciding battle that had just concluded at the nearby Stargate fortress.

Within the fortress, soldiers silently cleared the battlefield and bandaged their wounds. The lingering smell of smoke and blood stood in stark, silent contrast to the brilliant lights and joyous clamor in the distance.

Li Wen stood at an observation post in the fortress, his gaze piercing the darkness. He looked toward the warm glow of the city’s countless lights, then down at the blood-and-fire-scorched earth below his feet, remaining silent.

On the first day of the new year, after a brief, violent clash, a semblance of peace returned to Changning City.

But every soldier in the fortress knew that beneath this tranquility, a dark undercurrent continued to churn.

...

Time slipped by in a quiet routine of cultivation, patrols, and guard duty. More than two months had passed since the Demon Race’s first all-out assault.

Ultimately, by activating contingency plans and through the valiant efforts of its strongest warriors, the Human Race managed to repel the Demon Race’s offensive at a relatively low cost. A tense peace temporarily returned to Blue Star.

「Galactic Calendar, Year 236. April 3rd. Morning.」

As the cool morning light streamed through the window lattice, casting specks of light across the floor of the meditation chamber, Li Wen, who was seated cross-legged, slowly opened his eyes.

Deep within his eyes, the glint of a blade seemed to flicker before vanishing, leaving behind a steady, restrained aura.

With a thought, a pale blue virtual interface materialized before him: