Chapter 2587: Chapter 2587
Ye Liuyun no longer needed to concern himself with the scattered remnants of the alien races in the Alliance World—let them handle the cleanup themselves.
Summoned back to the grand hall by the Alliance, he began discussions on their next steps of cooperation. Ye Liuyun proposed a joint operation to eradicate the alien strongholds and drive them out of the southern territories for good.
As for the number of troops, he suggested involving both the Sacred Dynasty and the Prosperous Source Dynasty. Without delay, he sent word to the two empires, requesting each to prepare a million soldiers for the campaign. Their mission: to raid alien bases and seize resources.
Both dynasties, having suffered heavy losses in the war against the alien races, were desperate for supplies. The opportunity to train their forces while replenishing resources was too good to pass up, and neither raised any objections.
Ye Liuyun then dispatched his doppelganger to retrieve the two million soldiers using the Black Tower’s teleportation system. However, he made it clear to the Alliance beforehand that these troops were not like his Death Legion. His elite forces would not participate in the mop-up operations—such tasks were beneath them.
Once rested and reorganized, his Death Legion would be redeployed into the cosmos for further training and trials.
With the alien threat settled, the Alliance seized the chance to negotiate a trade deal for some of Ye Liuyun’s advanced equipment. Rather than selling the gear outright, he offered them the blueprints, allowing them to manufacture the items themselves.
The designs he provided were for simpler replicas, such as the Swift Swallow drones and mechanical beasts—easier to reproduce. More sophisticated technology, like the Falcon-class equipment, remained strictly off-limits.
Though the Alliance’s craftsmanship was rudimentary, they were more than satisfied to acquire even the Swift Swallow schematics.
After the equipment deal, Ye Liuyun sold three hundred Demon Transformation Pills—crafted by Lin Luoyi and Lin Xiyao—at an exorbitant price. Though the ingredients weren’t particularly rare, he managed to trade each pill for a small world’s essence energy.
Before departing, he took the time to explore the Alliance World, gathering unique herbs and transplanting them into his personal spatial realm.
Soon, Ye Liuyun’s Death Legion dispersed once more to explore the vast cosmos.
The starry expanse held countless dangers, but also abundant resources—whether they’d encounter fortune or peril depended entirely on luck.
Meanwhile, Ye Liuyun’s clone brought over two million soldiers from the Sacred Dynasty and the Sheng Yuan Dynasty, merging them with the Alliance’s million-strong army to launch an assault on the alien strongholds.
To ensure their safety, Ye Liuyun even sent his clone to fetch Dian Qing and the others, assigning them to guard his reserve forces in case they encountered elite alien warriors lying in ambush.
With everything in place, Ye Liuyun prepared to leave the Alliance and reunite with the Demon Vine to continue purging the alien outposts.
But before he could depart, Meng Qingyin sought him out unexpectedly.
"Can I join your reserve forces for training?" she asked.
"What’s this? No longer itching to fight me? Now you want me to train you?" Ye Liuyun teased.
Meng Qingyin smirked. "Consider it a favor for wiping out those aliens for the Alliance. I’ll let bygones be bygones. Train us, and we’ll call it even."
"I’ve slaughtered enough aliens to settle any debt ten times over, don’t you think?" he countered.
"That was your deal with the Alliance, not compensation for me!" She pursed her lips, refusing to acknowledge any connection between his actions and her grievances.
Ye Liuyun chuckled and shook his head. Still, he saw no harm in training them. "Fine, your words—consider it settled. You’ll have to chase Qin Peng yourself, though. I’ll let him know."
Satisfied, Meng Qingyin flashed him a rare smile and turned to leave.
Just as she was about to disappear from sight, she suddenly spun back and called out, "Thank you!"
Ye Liuyun shrugged, waved at him with a grin, and quipped, "I’m not as petty as you are!"
And just like that, the grudge between the two of them was finally laid to rest.
Ye Liuyun then used the teleportation black tower to reunite with the Demon Vine, launching a campaign to eradicate the alien strongholds from north to south. Meanwhile, the Alliance’s three-million-strong army advanced from the south, crushing the alien outposts in a pincer movement.
While Ye Liuyun relied on the prowess of elite fighters, the Allied forces overwhelmed their enemies with sheer numbers.
When the aliens received the news, they were stunned—Ye Liuyun had already wiped out their ten-million-strong army in the blink of an eye. And now, he was leading the Allied forces to assault their remaining bases.
Cornered and powerless to retaliate, they could only pin their hopes on the rapid growth of their specially bred Three-Eyed Golden-Armored warriors.
After joining Qin Peng’s army, Meng Qingyin proved remarkably compliant, humbling herself completely and training as an ordinary soldier.
It was only then that she truly experienced the brutal rigor of Ye Liuyun’s military drills. Coupled with relentless combat, Qin Peng’s original force of 150,000 troops dwindled to a mere 100,000 within months.
Yet Qin Peng remained unfazed, continuing to enforce his merciless training regimen.
Once, Meng Qingyin privately asked him whether all the other armies underwent the same grueling process.
Qin Peng answered truthfully, "The training programs are nearly identical across the board. Adjustments are made based on circumstances, but the intensity for recruits is always this extreme."
Meng Qingyin also noticed that after months of inhuman conditioning, the eyes of her former subordinates now burned with newfound determination.
Their battle aura had grown far more ferocious. Not a single day had passed without combat—whether against the aliens or in sparring matches among themselves.
Those who failed to keep up became live targets for the survivors.
Even during training sessions among their own ranks, they fought with real weapons, sustaining injuries that had become routine. Their true essence was almost never fully replenished.
Yet their combat skills had improved significantly, especially after undergoing specialized group training. Their battle prowess had soared to such heights that defeating opponents above their level had become commonplace.
The three-million-strong allied forces had also grown stronger through continuous battles against the alien races. The main reason was the abundance of resources they had seized—at the very least, the cultivation resources for this million-strong army no longer needed to be supplied by the dynasties.
Moreover, the joint operations of the three armies tested the commanders’ ability to coordinate large-scale battles, paving the way for future unified campaigns against the alien races.
Faced with this situation, the alien races were at a complete loss.
They had been battered to the point of severe troop and resource shortages, and now could only stall for time, desperately seeking a chance to recover.
Of course, they weren’t just sitting ducks—they had secretly dispatched elite agents to corrupt human martial cultivators. However, the dynasties were already well-versed in the aliens’ tactics.
The spies cultivated by the alien races carried a distinct, malevolent aura that was easily detected by seasoned experts. As a result, very few of these infiltrators managed to penetrate the decision-making ranks before being exposed by human martial cultivators.
