"Wish everyone...good luck, and hope that we can all gather again in the future!"
Holy Emperor Jiang said.
Not many words, not much encouragement; every single one of them stood at the pinnacle of the Ancient Holy Country. When the sky fell, they were the first to feel the brunt, required to contribute their own strength.
"Old Pharmacist, you better not die, I still want to drink the tea you grow! If there’s a chance in the future, let’s go out and take a look together!"
Fighting Saint Zhan Wushuang patted Hua Shan’s shoulder and said with a smile.
The relationships among the Nine Great Ancient Sages were all fairly good, and Zhan Wushuang had been close friends with Hua Shan for many years.
"Don’t worry, I might not be good at anything else, but one thing I am is long-lived. It’s you lot who shouldn’t let me send off the young by burying the old,"
Hua Shan replied with a smile, stroking his beard.
Though all were smiling, seemingly optimistic, what they were truly thinking remained unknown to outsiders.
Afterward, without delay, Holy Emperor Jiang transported everyone to their respective defensive positions and entry points for meeting the enemy using the Ancient Saint Heaven Boat.
Four Great Ancient Saints each led a team, while Su Changkong and Hua Shan, among over thirty other Martial Saints, were tasked with defending the Dusty Sun Region, the northern border of the Ancient Holy Country.
On the vast plains, aside from Su Changkong and his companions, a great number of Entering Saint Martial Artists arrived here, many of whom were born into various major sects and Martial Saint families. Of these, Divine Seed Martial Saints were the most numerous, while Divine Body Martial Saints were also not a few.
Clearly, these Entering Saint Martial Artists had all received the summons from their sects, knowing that this would be a battle concerning the life and death of the Ancient Holy Country!
"So many people…"
Su Changkong was also secretly amazed. On this plain, a large number of Martial Saints had gathered, some from the same sects formed into groups, others lone wanderers.
As time passed, the estimate of Martial Saints arriving here was no less than a hundred thousand.
Most of the Entering Saint powerhouses of the vast Ancient Holy Country had now arrived at the four major battle zones.
"Can we really win? I’ve heard that all the invaders are real Demon Monsters... and among them, there are no lack of Demon Monster Kings!"
Each of these Entering Saint powerhouses harbored trepidation in their hearts.
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Demon Monsters, creatures that were rarely seen within the Ancient Holy Country, each one incredibly powerful—yet now these Demon Monsters had formed a massive army, attacking the Ancient Holy Country, including some of the most top-tier of their kind!
"Do not boost others’ morale while destroying our own prestige. With the Ancient Saints here, and all the Saint Warriors possessing Great Divine Power, we will certainly annihilate all these damned Demon Monsters!"
Some were sharpening their blades eagerly, believing the ultimate victory would be theirs.
Su Changkong sat quietly cross-legged, eyes closed in meditation, feeling the unease in people’s hearts, but they had no choice but to fight with all their might!
Hua Shan looked at the sea of Entering Saint powerhouses gathered on the plains, a sense of déjà vu washing over him, as if nothing had changed, countless people resting their hopes upon them.
Time ticked away, second by second; what used to pass by in the blink of an eye now felt like an eternity, every moment was torturous to endure.
Half a month passed, and on this day at dusk, as the setting sun was about to go down, casting a dim yellow hue across the plains, the quietly waiting crowd opened their eyes in unison. Tension was present in their eyes, but more so were excitement and soaring morale!
"Boom, rumble…"
Thousands of miles away, the sound of thunderous rolling echoed, and dark clouds covered the sky, impenetrable to light, obscuring the sunset, casting a darkness so deep that one could not see their own hand in front of them.
Within these clouds were the Demon Monsters.
These Demon Monsters were bizarre and varied, some with lion heads and human bodies, others with wolf heads and human bodies, and some revealed their true Demon Monster forms, completely beastlike in appearance. Their powerful auras, well over a hundred thousand in number, blended together, covering an area of hundreds of thousands of miles, like a moving expanse of black curtain.
The sight was formidable and made one’s scalp tingle; the mere terrifying scene caused many Entering Saint Martial Artists to break out in cold sweat and uncontrollably tremble.
In the midst of the clouds, pairs of excited, bloodthirsty eyes gazed at them—eyes full of killing, destruction, like those of wild beasts!
"Finally, the day has come… the day we can annihilate the Ancient Holy Country, obliterate this world!"
One after another, the Demon Monsters trembled with excitement, they too had awaited this day for far too long—to destroy the heavens and earth, transcend this world, it was the goal they dreamed of. Whoever dared to hinder them was destined for extinction!
"Fellow human kin! Follow me, Jiang Tatian, and Chopping down all the foes!"
At that moment, a majestic, resonant roar rang through everyone’s eardrums, as if a Heavenly God were bellowing.
It was Holy Emperor Jiang, clad in silver armor, wielding a war spear, standing there, more solid than the earth, vaster than the sky!
One could feel Holy Emperor Jiang’s high-spirited morale. Facing an army of Demon Monsters like a tidal wave, he alone harbored no hint of nervousness, no fear—only an unshakable belief in invincibility!
Since his debut, Holy Emperor Jiang had never tasted defeat.
Even when facing the terrifying Heavenly Demon, he believed the victor would be himself, reflecting the confidence of being the strongest of his generation in the Ancient Holy Country, walking the undefeated path!
"Chopping down all the foes!"
"Chopping down all the foes!"
"Chopping down all the foes!"
Holy Emperor Jiang’s high spirit infected everyone, as they all let out a sky-shaking roar, casting away any vestige of worry and fear.
Su Changkong also nodded secretly; like a Divine General, Holy Emperor Jiang could inspire others, bolster morale—it was a skill uniquely his!