Chapter 261: Chapter 260: Sheep-headed Death God
On the outer edge of the evacuating crowd, facing the center of the battlefield, over a thousand Warriors had formed a defensive line, encircling the ordinary civilians like a fence.
Most of them were not Martial Artists. Instead, they were elite Non-commissioned Officers equipped with High Tier Armor and special Spiritual Treasures. They could handle Demon Beasts incapable of Transformation with relative ease, and even when facing Transformed Great Demons, they could temporarily ensure their own safety.
All of them were Non-commissioned Officers from Tianjiao Base—the very base responsible for nurturing Gao Yuan City’s prodigies. The moment the Demon Race invaded Gao Yuan City, they received orders to evacuate civilians from the Outer City.
Their commander, General Mo, whose jaw was covered in coarse black stubble, stood guard atop a tall building with a blade in one hand. His deep green military robe fluttered behind him, an armor-clad guard at his side.
Both men wore grave expressions.
"General, a Demon General named [Jie] has broken through the front lines with a large contingent of the Kunlun Demon Clan. They outnumber our forces from the base."
The guard relayed the intel. General Mo took a deep breath, his profound gaze sweeping over the streets below. He could faintly make out several massive members of the Demon Race approaching.
However, the members of the Demon Race who appeared in their Transformation state were much smaller and harder to distinguish.
"Are you sure it’s the same [Jie] who cut down two Grandmasters in Tianshan City?"
At that moment, the edge of General Mo’s blade rested on the concrete railing as a mixture of blood and sweat trickled down his flushed cheeks.
He had already fought several battles before taking up his post here, and his Spirit Charm was running low. Now, he was about to face one of the strongest among the Demon Generals. The situation was dire.
"Confirmed. Goat head, crimson eyes, known for his brute strength. He just revealed his True Form Dharma Aspect. His aura is tyrannical; I’m afraid he’s no weaker than you."
The guard’s voice faltered, his eyes betraying a grim endurance. He had put it mildly; in reality, [Jie]’s strength was at the very peak among Demon Generals. Even General Mo in his prime would have found it difficult to fend him off.
And that wasn’t even considering General Mo’s current weakened state, which prevented him from unleashing his full power.
Furthermore, the large contingent of the Demon Race led by [Jie] consisted mostly of Transformed Great Demons, with dozens of Ancestral Great Demons among them. In terms of Realm alone, they completely overwhelmed the human forces.
Even if their equipment and Spiritual Treasures could bridge some of the gap, the current Kunlun Demon Clan was completely different from before. Ever since [Chen]’s appearance, the bloodline power of the Demon Race had been greatly enhanced. They would often enter a berserk state on the brink of death, erupting with power as if transcending their Realm. A single one could typically fight off ten opponents!
Without the arrival of an overwhelmingly powerful fighter or large-scale reinforcements, this entire contingent from Tianjiao Base was doomed to die here.
As for escaping?
Gao Yuan City was under a surprise siege; enemies were on all sides. Without some special means of departure, it was impossible to cross the Demon Race’s blockade. No matter how they tried to flee, they were still trapped within the city.
If the Outer City fell, the Inner City would inevitably suffer the same fate.
Having realized this long ago, General Mo fell silent for a moment. Then, with a sweep of his hand, he issued a command as heavy as cold iron: "Defend this position to the death! At the very least, ensure the last group of students from the Outer City makes it into the Inner City!"
"Yes, sir!"
The guard straightened his posture, saluted, and then relayed the order to all units via his communicator: defend to the death and ensure the last group of students from the Outer City made it into the Inner City.
The Outer City was a fiery hellscape, and some parts of the Inner City had also suffered severe damage. For now, however, as long as people could reach the Martial Arts Mansion in the Inner City, there was still a chance to evacuate through special means.
The Martial Arts Students were of the utmost importance; they could not be lost.
Soon, a great host of the Kunlun Demon Clan charged the defensive line. Waves of Spirit Charm rippled through the air, punctuated by the sound of explosions and the soul-shaking, guttural roars of the Demon Race.
Seeing his Martial Artists taking heavy casualties, General Mo prepared to join the fray, but he suddenly sensed a terrifying demonic aura that made his brow twitch.
He looked up. A goat-headed Demon General with a massive chest floated in the air, clenching its fists. Its crimson eyes, like two blood moons, gazed down upon him. "A lone Peeping Dao Realm cultivator like you can’t possibly protect the hundreds of thousands behind you."
"Hah," General Mo scoffed as cyan Spirit Charm erupted from his body. Behind him, the Dharma Aspect of a colossal tree that touched the heavens appeared. "Try me!"
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The moment the Martial Artists and Non-commissioned Officers from Tianjiao Base clashed with the forces led by the Demon General, the Outer City residents huddled together several kilometers away could feel waves of scorching heat and chilling rain on their faces, while the occasional Gale kicked up sand and dirt.
The largest sight they could make out was a goat-headed Great Demon tearing at an ancient, evergreen tree. The more knowledgeable onlookers recognized what this represented.
"The one who broke through our lines is the Demon General, [Jie]?!"
Li Ang sucked in a sharp breath, his face deathly pale.
As a Bright Soul Realm Martial Artist living through these extraordinary times, he had paid close attention to news regarding the Kunlun Demon Clan. This was especially true after Tianshan City was slaughtered in a single day, an event that brought forth a flood of Demon General names, far too many to keep track of.
After roughly a year of regrouping, the Kunlun Demon Clan had grown terrifyingly powerful. Many previously unheard-of Demon Generals had risen through the ranks, and one of the most prominent was [Jie]!
In Xia Country, a Dharma Realm Martial Artist was an existence an ordinary person might never even speak to in their entire lifetime. A Grandmaster, capable of commanding numerous Dharma Realm experts, was a figure who stood above tens of millions.
Anyone who could achieve the rank of Grandmaster in Xia Country would, like General Mo, possess immense authority and an extremely high status. He was, after all, the commander of Tianjiao Base.
And yet, that Demon General, [Jie], had managed to slay two experts of that very caliber in Tianshan City!
The number of Dharma Realm Martial Artists he had personally killed was not insignificant, a testament to his astounding power. Many students and Martial Artists had already taken to calling him the Sheep-headed Death God.
If nothing unexpected happened, under [Chen]’s leadership, that fiend would likely break through to the Dao Entry Realm within a year or two and claim a seat among the Demon Marshals!
As these thoughts raced through his mind, Li Ang’s expression grew even more grim. A drop of bloody sweat fell from his brow, splattering on the concrete floor. SPLAT.
"General Mo was severely wounded in an instant. He’s... now relying entirely on his awakened Bloodline Talent for rapid healing, trying to deplete his opponent’s Spirit Charm."
Zhao Gongzheng’s eye twitched. As he activated [Bright Eyes] again, spots of light began to appear in his vision. It felt as if his physical body was peeling away, becoming a separate entity while his consciousness grew ever clearer.
He took off his glasses to wipe the clammy sweat from his eye sockets, his heart hammering in his chest.
’Given the current situation,’ he thought, ’once General Mo is dead, no one will be left to hold back [Jie]. The Martial Artists from Tianjiao Base will be instantly overrun, and all of us hiding in the rear will die.’
’When death is imminent, no one’s blood runs cold. Even if fear stems from the depths of your soul, at the very last moment, you cast aside all reason and make a final, desperate stand.’
’But I’m only at the Bright Soul Realm. How can I possibly stop those hundreds, even thousands, of Great Demons? The students behind me haven’t even become Martial Artists yet. How can we possibly hold out until the next armored transport arrives?’
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