Chapter 572 - 554: I Want to Become a Demon

Zhang Xiaojiang’s Blast Arrows tore through all obstacles, forcing the Demon Generals of Snow Moon City back. The lead Demon General’s mouth twisted into a gleeful smile. ’What is this? Have Wang Meng and Zhang Xiaojiang gone mad? Are they here to throw their lives away?!’

He immediately mobilized the Demon army to let the two of them in and trap them like turtles in a jar. If he could take down Wang Meng and Zhang Xiaojiang, he would surely be promoted, perhaps even earning the Demon King’s favor and becoming one of his personal Demon Generals.

Wang Meng and Zhang Xiaojiang moved with extreme speed, cutting a path deep into the enemy lines behind a barrage of Zhang Xiaojiang’s Blast Arrows.

Wang Meng gave a signal with his eyes, and Zhang Xiaojiang’s form sank into the ground.

More than ten Demon Generals emerged from the army and completely surrounded Wang Meng. With Wang Meng captured, the problem of Burning Castle would be solved.

"Wang Meng, you ignored the path to heaven and instead chose to barge through the gates of hell. What’s the matter? You couldn’t hold it in after Hu Jing died? Haha."

The Demon Generals roared with laughter. The Shadow Demon King’s reputation had spread throughout the Demon Race. This victory wasn’t due to luck, but to genuine, solid strategy.

The attrition tactics against the Dragon Race and the psychological warfare to demoralize the Holy Hall had both been completely successful. They had even managed to bait Wang Meng into throwing his life away.

Impulse is a devil.

「Snow Moon City.」

The Holy Hall Disciples had already assembled.

"Those who aren’t afraid to die, follow me!" Suo Ming said in a low voice. ’If Wang Meng dies, I have no reason to live. Wang Meng gave me my life, and he avenged my shame. I’m a simple man. Wherever Wang Meng goes, I will follow.’

One by one, the Holy Hall Disciples silently stepped forward. The situation was spiraling completely out of control. Words of protest died on the tongue; besides Wang Meng, no one could command the Holy Hall Disciples.

Zhou Feng smiled. It was definitely not a smile of fear. He’d had his fill of life and death long ago. To be honest, living to this day, he felt he’d been completely hoodwinked by Wang Meng. His personal motto of "safety first" had been tossed to the winds.

"We live and die together!"

All the Holy Hall Disciples tilted their heads back and roared at the sky. The Holy Hall Disciples would never retreat!

Outside waited a force ten times their own. They could hold their ground by defending the city, but if they charged out...

It was certain death.

Xie Tianhua noticed that Fan Hong was gone too. He was rallying the people of the Dharma Flower Sect. Disciples from the three major frontline cities were teleporting to Snow Moon City one after another.

...Everyone had gone mad. They were abandoning their cities entirely.

The news quickly reached the Cultivation Academy, where Hex Zui gathered the Holy Hall Disciples.

News of Hu Jing’s death in battle sent the entire Cultivation Academy into an uproar. The eyes of every Holy Hall Disciple turned blood-red. Teleport!

They swore to live or die with the Holy Hall!

No matter their cultivation level, even if they had to bite with their teeth, they absolutely would not let Wang Meng fight alone.

It was a double-edged sword. Wang Meng had no choice. Hu Jing was dead, and he had to avenge her.

The Holy Hall Disciples had no choice either. It was faith that brought them here. Here, many had found themselves. Now, it was time to fight for that faith.

But distant water couldn’t quench a nearby thirst. More than a dozen Demon Generals, each equivalent to a human at the Great Perfection stage, had surrounded Wang Meng completely, while a boundless army of Demons waited beyond them.

But what did any of this matter in Wang Meng’s eyes?

In an instant, two Demon Generals struck first, their surging Demonic Qi flanking him from left and right.

Wang Meng didn’t even look. He raised a hand, and a colossal roar ripped through the sky. A dragon’s roar.

A Giant Dragon ascended!

The circling Giant Dragon instantly devoured the two Demon Generals, their Great Perfection-level bodies exploding in a burst of golden light.

The other Demon Generals were completely stunned. They had heard Wang Meng was strong, but they had never imagined he was *this* strong.

But the Holy Statue did not stop. Wang Meng had already unsealed the demon within himself.

Demonic Qi affected all Cultivators, but no one had ever expected that the one it affected most was Wang Meng.

But now, none of that mattered anymore.

The Giant Dragon ascended, gazing up at the firmament where a red moon hung in the sky.

That red light spread continuously, expanding and expanding, like a real moon.

But then, the terror began.

First, the surrounding Demons collapsed in droves. Their life was draining away; old age was taking them!

The Power of Time!

Qiankun Dragon Roar Moon—Heartless Time.

No one could describe the grief and fury in Wang Meng’s heart. The impulses and power, long suppressed by maturity and reason, had all erupted at once.

Everyone has a bottom line, a trigger. Chi Ying’s judgment had been accurate. Hu Jing and Zhang Xiaojiang were undoubtedly Wang Meng’s untouchable weak points.

She had successfully enraged Wang Meng.

The Demon Generals attacked in a panic, but the closer they got to Wang Meng, the faster time flowed. Before they could even reach him, they had already turned to withered bones.

But this was not nearly enough to vent Wang Meng’s rage.

He wanted to destroy heaven and earth!

ROOOOAAAAAR—

Wang Meng roared at the sky as the Dragon Roar Moon Holy Statue magnified infinitely. Chaos began to manifest as it held the universe in its grasp.

Everyone in Snow Moon City was dumbfounded. Deep within the Demon Army, the roar of the furious dragon shook the heavens and the earth. The ground split apart. Annihilation Burst!

"CHAAARGE—"

The city gates flew open, and the Holy Hall Beings charged out. This was collective fury.

The Demon Generals and a vast number of Demons were annihilated. The power of Qiankun Dragon Roar Moon was a forbidden power. An area several thousand meters in radius had been turned into a land of death.

A figure emerged from the ground and tried to support Wang Meng. Wang Meng waved him off. "Fatty, we start from here!"

The two figures shot into the sky.

Xie Tianhua and Zou Chuang were utterly stunned. This was not a power that a human could possess.

Qiankun Dragon Roar Moon... This was Wang Meng’s true power. His Divine Statue!

"Tianhua, gather all the disciples of the Taiyin Sect! We’re fighting the Demon Race to the death!"

Zou Chuang spoke in a low voice. Zou Chuang, who had been silent since the war began, had spoken for the first time. He was the true Senior of the Taiyin Sect. It was a regret that he couldn’t live to be Wang Meng’s rival, but to fight alongside him was also an honor.

"Yes, sir!"

This meant mobilizing the entire strength of the Taiyin Sect from across the Small Thousand Realm, an all-out mobilization for a battle to the death!

Why wait for the Demon Race to come to them?!

It was time for a bloody battle! How many humans were in the Small Thousand Realm? How many Cultivators? They outnumbered the Demon Race! They shouldn’t fear death! If the Demon Race could mobilize their entire clan, why couldn’t humanity do the same?

From the very beginning, the Demon Race had been fighting with the full might of their people, while humanity had not. Wang Meng had awakened them. If it was a life-or-death struggle they wanted, who was afraid of whom?!

The army from Burning Castle charged out. Suo Ming led the way with his Dual Hammers. No one held back, no one retreated. Every Cultivator scrambled to rush forward, their minds filled with a single thought: kill every last Demon!

Power!

It had finally erupted at this crucial moment.

Human Cultivators had come this far possessing many individual abilities, but when it came to teamwork, neither the Demon Race, the Dragon Race, nor the other Demon Race could compare.

And that was faith!

It was incredibly difficult to build, but once formed, it was the power that allowed Human Cultivators to dominate the world.

Glory to the Holy Hall!

This was the first time since the war began that the tides had turned, putting them on the offensive.

It had never happened before, and no one had ever even imagined it.

The Demon Race wasn’t shit!

News quickly spread to the other Four Great Castles.

Wang Meng, in a towering rage for the sake of a beauty.

Upon hearing this news, Jii Wanli didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

"I didn’t expect Wang Meng to be such a sentimental person."

Jii Wanli laughed. ’How can someone who hopes to achieve great things be so impulsive? Wang Meng can be directly eliminated from the list of my rivals.’

When Wu Wang heard the news, he was overjoyed. He and the Holy Hall did not get along at all, especially with that damned fatty who had blocked his path to promotion. Otherwise, his status would certainly be higher by now.

"But at this rate, won’t Burning Castle be unable to hold?" Longyue asked with some concern. Longyue was the Saintess of the Extreme Dao Alliance. With the war having progressed this far, such titles were no longer important. Moreover, there was no doubt the Extreme Dao Alliance had used this war to establish a firm foothold. Everyone with Jii Wanli was a member of the Extreme Dao Alliance.

Jii Wanli just smiled. "So what if it can’t hold?"

Everyone was taken aback. Suddenly, they wondered, why were they so desperate to defend the Slaughter Space?

If the Demon Race flooded into the Small Thousand Realm, it would only disperse their forces. As long as it wasn’t their own castle being conquered, what did it matter?

Jii Wanli had never taken the Star Alliance seriously in the first place. What he wanted were his own achievements. Besides, the Demon Race would surely pay a considerable price to take Burning Castle.

Jii Wanli had two paths to choose from. One was to gain enough prestige in the war to become the new Master of Star Alliance. If that failed, he would destroy the old order to establish a new one—the era of his own Extreme Dao Alliance.

He could advance or retreat as he pleased. He really had to thank the Demon Race for giving him such a wonderful opportunity.

’As long as you’re alive, there’s always a chance. What is lost in the east can be regained in the west. Take Wang Meng, for example. He may have been glorious during the battle on the Other Shore, but so what? It looks like he’s about to be finished.’

"Mobilize the army and keep a close watch on the Demon Race. We will hold our ground and remain stable!"

Jii Wanli was full of vigor. If a breach occurred, on the one hand, he’d be rid of a rival; on the other, it would muddy the waters even further.

He loved this kind of situation.

’The older generation is dead or wounded. Now, my era is about to begin.’

His current plan was to figure out how to get Lin Jinghao and Mingren to fight the Demon Race until both sides were crippled.

’It seems this Chi Ying is quite a fascinating character.’

When the news reached Lin Jinghao’s Demon Dragon Castle, the faces of those present turned grim.

This was the largest battlefield for the Human Cultivators, but if Burning Castle fell and their rear was harassed, it was another question whether the castle could maintain its current situation. Most importantly, morale would become unstable.

"Brother Qingyun, this is not looking good. Is there any new information? What’s Wang Meng’s situation?"

Lin Jinghao asked. Though he was as roguish as ever, Lin Jinghao was quite serious when it came to important matters. After all, this wasn’t just about his personal style; he shouldered the responsibility for the entire Demon Dragon Castle.

Bu Qingyun shook his head, his expression also grave. "This happened too suddenly. Wang Meng was far too irrational!"

"Yue Shan, you just got back from there. How much longer can Burning Castle hold on?"

Bu Qingyun asked.

Yue Shan gave a bitter smile and waved her hand dismissively. "Burning Castle has the weakest forces. Hu Jing died in battle, and the status of Wang Meng and Zhang Xiaojiang is unknown. This is an absolutely fatal blow. Furthermore, according to the latest intelligence, the Demon Race is rapidly sending reinforcements. The Shadow Demon King has also arrived at Burning Castle. It looks like they’re determined to use it as their breakthrough point."

Demon Dragon Castle fell deathly silent. They had fought desperately for three years, everyone giving their all. Was it all going to fall apart now, just short of success?

’Why does the Demon Race have so many troops?’

All Five Great Castles were being suppressed, a clear tactic to make them hesitate to rescue Burning Castle for fear of compromising their own positions. In this situation, for something to happen to Wang Meng’s group was like adding frost to snow!

"We can’t just ignore Burning Castle. If it’s truly breached, the consequences will be unimaginable!" Bu Qingyun said. "It’s not just that the Demon Race will enter our rear; we will also lose a bulwark that has been wearing down their forces. We can’t afford that loss!"

"How about I lead my sect’s disciples to reinforce them?"

Dangtian said. He had a very favorable impression of the Holy Hall.

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