Chapter 567 568: Fierce Battle to Break the Formation, Moment of Crisis

The other two fronts had also descended into a grueling stalemate. The Demon Soldiers, vast in number, launched themselves forward in a mad frenzy, heedless of death and indifferent to the cost.

The Beast Race's front was faring slightly better. The Beasts were numerous to begin with, and the Innate Divine Techniques of their Golden Core Stage members were exceptionally powerful. It was also easier for them to coordinate as a single race. However, the front they defended also faced the largest number of Demon Soldiers.

In the past hour alone, tens of millions of Demon Soldiers had poured out of the city, and their casualties already numbered in the tens of millions.

There was a reason the Demon Race could lay waste to countless worlds. Their tactic of using a veritable sea of soldiers was enough to make all living beings shudder in terror.

On the front of the Mo Palace and Heart Slaying Hall's coalition army, Leng Xiuming gritted his teeth and crushed a Communication Talisman.

Just a few breaths later, a hazy mist began to spread across the battlefield. This ethereal vapor seeped into the Demonic Qi, which was as dark as black silk, as if a dream had materialized in the mortal realm. One by one, expressions of drunken ecstasy appeared on the faces of the Demon Soldiers. The power of the Demonic Qi plummeted, and the Demon Soldiers' strength dropped by several levels, leaving them just slightly stronger than ordinary Golden Cores.

As a result, the pressure on the Human Race's ranks greatly diminished.

The Array Masters' voices rang out, "Hold on for ten more breaths! We're about to break his grand array!"

Chi Huang, hovering in midair, was filled with absolute fury. 'The Nightmare Race!'

Like the Demon Race, the Nightmare Race did not rely on Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi for their cultivation. They advanced by devouring dreams, which was likely why the mist they produced had a certain suppressive effect on Demonic Qi.

Due to the nature of their cultivation, the Nightmare Race was, in fact, a rather peaceful people—the complete opposite of the Demon Race.

A mere few thousand members of the Nightmare Race, weaving through the battlefield, rivaled the killing power of tens of thousands of Human Race warriors against the Demon Soldiers, while also greatly suppressing the effects of the demonic artifacts.

Killing intent flared in Chi Huang's eyes. 'This Nightmare Race is ruining everything!'

With a flicker of his form and a silent ripple of Demonic Qi, Chi Huang appeared before Yun Gu, the leader of the Nightmare Race contingent. 'This one is their strongest. I'll kill him first.'

"Demon Desolate Claw!"

The tips of the claw seemed to writhe with black lightning, and the sheer pressure of the attack alone was enough to immobilize Yun Gu.

He had never imagined he would be targeted by a Demon Marshal, let alone that a figure of such standing would personally make a move against him.

But at that critical moment...

"Heart-Dropping Arrow!" A deep, cold voice shouted as Baili Zhangtu's Lifebound Spiritual Artifact arrived in an instant.

The arrow, carrying an immense force of will, slammed into the Demon Claw that was wreathed in black lightning!

Divine Technique against Divine Technique. There was no great explosion, only soul-shaking ripples that spread outward.

Baili Zhangtu immediately spat out a mouthful of blood. His Lifebound Spiritual Artifact had been damaged and corrupted by the Demonic Qi, marking the first time he had been wounded since the battle began.

As for Chi Huang, the arrow had pierced straight through his right claw. Inky blood dripped from the wound, and a dense concentration of that same willpower seared the hole in his palm, preventing it from healing. Even with his regenerative abilities, the injury was etched into his very soul; he would be unable to use any Divine Techniques with that right claw for some time.

"Baili, you old fossil! You were watching me this entire time!"

Like an echo rumbling up from the abyss, his voice reverberated across the battlefield.

"I will remember this!"

Chi Huang's form retreated back into the Prefecture City's Grand Array. At that very moment, the array itself shattered like a fragile shield.

Chi Huang's third eye narrowed. He recalled the Demon Pearl from the sky, and with a wave of his hand, an endless tide of Demonic Qi surged forth, completely obscuring everyone's Divine Sense.

"You may have won this round, but I'll be waiting for you in Demon Abyss City!"

"Don't you run!" Baili Zhangtu roared as several Dao Wheels shot out in pursuit.

Baili Zhangtu was about to follow, but a series of shocked cries made him abandon the thought.

"Supreme Elder! Supreme Elder! Supreme Elder...!"

Baili Zhangtu whipped his head around to see Leng Xiuming suddenly plummeting from the sky.

In a flash, Baili Zhangtu was beside Leng Xiuming, who had been caught by a group of cultivators. He breathed a sigh of relief only after carefully examining him with his Divine Sense.

It turned out Leng Xiuming had simply overexerted himself to the point of depletion, and his Spiritual Qi and lifeblood had yet to recover.

Once the Demon Marshal fled the battlefield, the remaining Demon Soldiers were left without the amplification from the demonic artifact. Compounded by the weakening effect of the mist, they became incredibly feeble and were dispatched with ease.

Then, the cultivators noticed the Demon Soldiers beginning to self-destruct. The first to do so acted as a signal, and the rest followed suit, detonating one after another.

This was the fate of all Demon Soldiers corrupted by that black, silken Demonic Qi. In exchange for immense power, their lifespans were drastically shortened.

No wonder the Demon Marshal had fled so decisively. From the very beginning, he never cared about these Demon Soldiers.

The battlefield began to quiet down. The numerous Cultivators set about their tasks: some healed their wounds, some recovered their strength, and some mourned their fallen brethren...

After taking a few medicinal pills, Leng Xiuming prepared to send word to the other two armies.

But just as they allowed their guard to drop, the thick Demonic Qi began to part. Countless Cultivators' eyes widened in sheer terror.

This... this, this...

For a moment, it seemed as if everyone was too horrified to speak.

Hidden within the black, silken Demonic Qi that Chi Huang had scattered as he left was an endless horde of Demon Soldiers, easily numbering in the tens of millions. Their souls seemed already dead, and their vacant expressions seemed frozen in a sinister grin...

"Oh no!!!"

Several furious roars erupted simultaneously, including from Baili Zhangtu, who was still in relatively good shape, and the thousands of Array Masters. They had already realized something was terribly wrong.

This was the killing blow Chi Huang had left behind: a great annihilation array forged from countless lives!

At this moment, Baili Zhangtu's willpower was too depleted to move the entire Human Race army out of the way. The array was already beginning to detonate...

'It's over!'

An explosion powerful enough to shake the entire Floating Shadow Realm erupted...