Chapter 575 - 557: This Is Brotherhood

The great war began without any warning. While Demons besieging a city was a common occurrence, the Demon Race wouldn’t normally launch a reckless, all-out assault, and the Star Alliance would typically act according to the circumstances. The problem, however, was Burning Castle.

A large number of cultivators from the three spearhead cities had been recalled, allowing the Demons to conquer those cities with ease.

Following that, the cultivators from the main city sortied out. Although they annihilated the Demon Army at Snow Moon City, the cultivators also suffered heavy casualties. But at that exact moment, Burning Castle also had to launch a counterattack.

Everyone went crazy.

But there were benefits to this madness. The cultivators of Snow Moon City conquered the three spearhead cities overnight.

It really did seem like madness. The Demon Race forces were completely wiped out. In truth... the Demons were better suited to fighting in the open. Forcing them to stay within the city walls was like shooting fish in a barrel. It was a complete fluke.

What the Demon Race hadn’t expected was Snow Moon City’s military strength. This, it seemed, was Snow Moon City’s trump card.

Chi Qing didn’t hesitate, nor would she wait. With Wang Meng absent, this was an opportunity that wouldn’t come again. She had also received news that Chi Ying had already dispatched Shadow Demons to deal with Wang Meng. As for her, she intended to claim the greatest prize. If she could conquer Burning Castle, she would achieve monumental glory.

Ambition was the Demon Race’s instinct. Although Chi Qing’s brother was the number one expert of the Demon Race, how could she not have ambitions of her own?

’I’m a Demon King too!’

In truth, the mobilization of the great Demon Army wasn’t even complete yet. But the opportunity had presented itself, and she had no desire to wait for Burning Castle to recover. Most importantly, if she waited until then, the honor and achievements would have nothing to do with her.

The vast and mighty Demon Army pressed toward Burning Castle. This time, it was a full-scale assault. Burning Castle was already a spent force.

Looking down upon the Demon Army, Chi Qing pointed her sword to the heavens. "We will take Burning Castle within three days!"

The endless sea of Demons roared at the sky, their bloodthirsty light illuminating the heavens as black energy erupted from the ground.

Gripping her Demon Sword, the ambition in Chi Qing’s heart burned fiercely. ’Burning Castle? Then let it burn to ashes.’

The Demon Army bore down on the city, yet there was no fear in the eyes of Burning Castle’s soldiers—only an irrepressible will to fight.

Xie Tianhua was indeed level-headed. He had convinced the Holy Hall Beings not to follow Wang Meng.

The responsibility of defending Burning Castle was just as great. Only by holding their ground could they truly help Wang Meng and Zhang Xiaojiang.

They had to ensure the two of them had nothing to worry about back here!

That one sentence was enough to calm Suo Ming and the others. The trust and sense of responsibility forged over so many years allowed them to cast aside their impulses. It was the first time they had ever seen Wang Meng act so rashly, which in turn forced everyone else to become calm.

What they needed to do now was defend Burning Castle and await Wang Meng’s return.

Yang Ying, Li Tianyi, Suo Ming, Zhou Qian... Zhao Lingxuan, Anx Dao... every single person still alive understood what they had to do.

Zhao Lingxuan was consumed by self-blame, even feeling the urge to die. If she had died, none of this would have happened. Hu Jing would be fine, and Wang Meng wouldn’t be trapped deep in the Demon Land.

But Yang Ying told her that everyone makes mistakes. Which of the Holy Hall Beings hadn’t made them? To be one of the Holy Hall Beings, one needed the courage to face those mistakes!

Dying was too easy. In fact, being unafraid of death was the minimum requirement to become one of the Holy Hall Beings.

Every single one of the Holy Hall Beings had struggled on the line between life and death countless times. Zhao Lingxuan still had a long way to go, but everyone was willing to believe in her. In that moment of danger, Hu Jing had still chosen to save her. That was what it meant to be one of the Holy Hall Beings. That was trust.

Don’t die. You have to live for others—live for the one who saved you, and live for those you want to save.

To hell with despair.

Zhao Lingxuan understood. Perhaps she didn’t grasp it completely, but she knew that from now on, she wouldn’t be living for herself.

True responsibility was the purity that remained after sweeping away all vanity.

Without a doubt, they had to mobilize all their forces. Even the weakest bit of strength would make the team stronger if it joined.

The Holy Hall had reached a moment of life and death!

Countless Spirit Beasts flew to every Small Thousand Realm, spreading the word from there.

Just how great was humanity’s strength?

What had Wang Meng brought to the Holy Hall all these years?

Xie Tianhua didn’t know. He had no choice but to wait.

From the moment the Teleportation Arrays began to flash, their light never ceased. An unimaginable, countless number of cultivators surged into Snow Moon City from every Small Thousand Realm.

Some had been to the Holy Hall, some had heard of the Holy Hall, and some had witnessed the battle at the Other Shore. Some admired Wang Meng’s character, some came specifically to fight the Demon Race, and some wanted to prove their own strength...

Whatever their reason, they all ultimately came to Snow Moon City.

Just how powerful was the Star Alliance?

Everyone’s attention was focused on the Ten Great Sects, or, to broaden the scope, the top one hundred sects in the Star Alliance.

But was the Star Alliance just its top one hundred sects?

Wrong, completely and utterly wrong!

The top one hundred sects of the Star Alliance were actually nothing. The Star Alliance had several thousand sects, and in the entire Small Thousand Realm, there were tens of thousands, perhaps even an innumerable number of sects.

Individually, they might not be strong, but what if they were all gathered together?

Within the entire Star Alliance, Lin Jinghao represented the traditional powers, Mingren represented the Demon Race, Linglong represented the Dragon Race, and Jii Wanli represented the ambitious Extreme Dao Alliance.

Only Wang Meng... he represented all the cultivators in the world!

Whether you were strong or weak, as long as you wanted to cultivate, there was the Holy Hall, and there was Wang Meng.

This was something many cultivators saw as foolish, something they couldn’t agree with. But when the critical moment truly arrived, the cultivators suddenly discovered that they had become just as "foolish."

A vast, surging tide of cultivators poured into Snow Moon City. There was no clamor here; every group was orderly and disciplined. They came here with a single request: give them a target. No matter what it was, they would fight to the death.

Burning Castle’s regular cultivator force was around thirty thousand strong. After a series of battles, it had been reduced to about twenty thousand.

But now, the number of cultivators had surpassed one hundred thousand.

Frankly, even Xie Tianhua was dumbfounded, and the influx showed no signs of stopping.

Yang Ying, Suo Ming, Li Tianyi, Zhou Qian, Zou Chuang, and Fan Hong each took command as generals and began to rebuild the legions. Not once since the fighting began had Burning Castle’s forces been this abundant.

One should not assume these newcomers were a disorderly mob. Anyone who dared to enter the Slaughter Space couldn’t be too weak. Legion warfare relied on courage and unity; unless an individual’s power was heaven-defyingly strong, it was insignificant.

Yang Ying and the others had no idea they had such great rallying power. In truth, it wasn’t just low-level sects that had come; quite a few people from sects ranked in the Star Alliance’s top one hundred had arrived as well.

For example, the Power Sect sent many disciples to provide support. Suo Ming and Dangtian had become friends only after fighting each other.

Feng Jin arrived. You only find out who your true brothers are at critical moments.

No matter how far apart they were, no matter how long it had been, they would come when they were needed.

Zhou Qian knew. He could feel it without a single word needing to be said. Even if their enemy was a Demon God, they would never retreat a single step.

It was true that Wang Meng wasn’t here. He had braved the danger alone, but you had to understand just how many cultivators admired such a genuine person!

Anyone who had crossed paths with the Holy Hall, be they friend or foe, might not have agreed with them, but they would never hate them.

They were just like them.

At the moment the sun rose in the east, a dense, dark mass of the Demon Race’s army appeared on the horizon. The final battle for the Burning Corps had arrived.

There were no tactics. Just fight!

The war horns sounded, and beacon fires lit up the sky. The Slaughter Space transformed into a sea of blood-red.

Chi Qing sat in command of the central army, her heart surging with emotion. Among the Five Great Demon Kings, probably no one thought she would be the first to make a breakthrough, but she had done it!

"Raze Burning Castle! Slaughter all the humans! Leave no one alive!"

This was Chi Qing’s order. She believed it would absolutely stimulate the desires of all the Demon Race and the Demons. Driven by their desire to slaughter their way into the Small Thousand World, the Demons would all erupt with their greatest strength. Once they broke through, they could feed with impunity.

Hunger drove them into an even greater frenzy.

Qiang Wan and Qiang Yu led an army to attack Snow Moon City. They clearly didn’t need to divide their attention for the three spearhead cities. Having learned their lesson from last time, they wouldn’t bother occupying them; they would raze them to the ground, turning all the cities into rubble!

As the Demon Army pressed forward, the gates of Snow Moon City remained deathly still, shrouded in silence.

The ground began to tremble from the force of the advancing Demons. A dense black mass swarmed over the horizon, and the sound of the world tearing asunder rang in their ears.

Meanwhile, countless Bow Cultivators hovered in the low sky, quietly awaiting the order.

They had come here for one reason: to obey commands!

Wait, wait, wait...

Zhang Xiaojiang was absent, so Xie Tianhua took over his duties. Wang Meng’s orders had to be carried out without fail. If Wang Meng said it, the Holy Hall Beings would obey.

"KILL~~~~~~~"

Above Snow Moon City, countless Bow Cultivators hovered, their white light cleaving the world in two against the black Demonic Qi.

Suo Ming raised his Dual Hammers. With a thunderous crash, he roared, "We live or die with Snow Moon City!"

LIVE OR DIE TOGETHER~~~~~~~~~~~~~

This time, they didn’t dig in for a defensive stand. The cultivators surged out like a tidal wave.

Fortune favors the bold!

A frenzied meat grinder. The only thought in Suo Ming’s mind was ’Kill!’

The five thousand Sword Cultivators led by Yang Ying continuously gathered their Elemental Power, condensing it, condensing it, and condensing it further.

Yang Ying’s Thundering Phoenix Holy Statue was constantly growing larger and larger. Of all the Holy Statues, only hers could gather a limitless amount of Elemental Power.

At this moment, Yang Ying was like a Phoenix Goddess, radiating boundless light. She pointed her Flying Phoenix Sword at the Demon Army.

—Nine Heavens Phoenix Shock Wave Break!

A colossal Phoenix shot across the sky. Its cry shook the heavens for thousands of miles as its fiery red light pierced through the black Demonic Qi and plunged into the Demon Army.

BUZZ... Annihilation Burst!

More cultivators surged out from Snow Moon City. Kill, kill, kill!

For that man! For glory!

Burn!

This was Burning Castle! This was the Burning Corps!

It was a clash of torrents.

Chi Qing stood as if petrified. ’This... what is happening?’

’How is this possible?’

’The number of cultivators who’ve appeared is four or five times what it should be! This is impossible! Where did the Star Alliance get so many troops???’

’Reinforcements from the other castles???’

’How could that be!’

Lin Jinghao was facing Chi Huang, the number one power of the Demon Race. Although Chi Zhu’s Demon Army was called the greatest in the Demon Race, every demon knew that was only in terms of numbers. The truly powerful one was the Demon Army led by Chi Huang!

Chi Huang was definitely coordinating with her attack plan, suppressing Lin Jinghao’s Demon Dragon Castle at this very moment. If Lin Jinghao dared to split his forces to reinforce Burning Castle right now, he would truly be courting death.

Having fought against him for so long, there was no way Lin Jinghao wouldn’t understand that.

While her front seemed to be the main assault, in reality, every front was an opportunity. If anyone dared to send reinforcements here, their own position could become the next target.

’Jii Wanli?’

’That’s even more impossible!’

Forget the Star Alliance; even the Demon Race knew what Jii Wanli was plotting. He only looked out for himself. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian.com to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)