Chapter 1271: Chapter 1269: The Last Night, A Bloody Battle to the End (Part 1)
This night, the deep pit couldn’t sleep.
The news from this place had already spread through the Martial World, and the entire East Victory realm, from the courts to the streets, knew of the frontline war situation. Hardly anyone could sleep.
If one looked down from the sky, it would be seen that, be it the land of East Victory, the South Sea continent, or the lands of Miaojiang, where people dwelled, the lights were bright.
Even the outskirts were no exception.
The several hundred cities near Bee Island had already been paralyzed, turning into ghost towns.
Months earlier, the people in the cities had packed their belongings, large and small, and fled in every direction, like waves, spreading the panic to even more people.
In other places, because of the greater distance, there was no chaos yet, thanks to the coordination between the Martial World powers and the government officials. But everyone knew that this anxious and fearful calm could be shattered at any moment.
When that time came, the entire world of East Victory would be plunged into chaos!
Countless people of the Martial World congregated in restaurants, inns, tea houses, and even brothels, either sitting in groups, continuously drinking, or anxiously staring out the windows. There were also those who lost themselves in debauchery, indulging in a final frenzy...
And the ordinary folk, too, gathered in groups at friends’ homes, without joyful laughter, creating an atmosphere so oppressive it was almost suffocating.
Most people were like this, facing dire straits and the end of times without the courage to resist or the willingness to accept, merely being judged, yet praying in their hearts for a hero to descend from the heavens and take the burden for them.
...
The Daxia Dynasty.
At the headquarters of the Blood God Palace, a raging inferno consumed the lives of all those left behind.
"Clan Leader, the deed is done."
A man said respectfully, bowing. Before him, Murong Wuguo slowly turned around, the firelight making his scholar-like face appear somewhat ferocious.
"Too weak,"
Murong Wuguo let out a mocking laugh.
Starting two months ago, the 27 infiltrators from the Outer Heaven had begun their operations, killing the Martial World experts left behind and obliterating one top-ranking sect after another.
They hadn’t encountered significant resistance even once.
What was more laughable was that perhaps for the sake of stability, the Martial World network hadn’t disclosed this news.
"The Yan Family, Holy Wood Tower, Sky Water Palace, Longevity Sect, Evil Blade Sect... and now, adding today’s Blood God Palace, how many top forces are left?"
Murong Wuguo asked.
"Only the Daxia royal family remains,"
someone nearby immediately replied.
"Then what are we waiting for? Tomorrow is when our Outer Heaven Army enters East Victory. My friends, finish your tasks early, and with the heads of East Victory warriors in hand, go greet our grand army! I want the people of East Victory to remember this night forever!"
Murong Wuguo laughed heartily and flew away.
The many experts of the Murong Clan hurriedly followed, also breaking into loud laughter. In the wilderness, countless startled crows scattered into the sky, obscuring the waning moon.
The other 26 groups from Outer Heaven were also killing and setting fires everywhere they went, leaving trails of blood and not even sparing ordinary villages and towns.
In just a few short months, the number of East Victory residents killed by them was beyond count. Even though the Martial World network hadn’t disclosed it, the news of the Outer Heaven Demons’ rampage still spread through word of mouth among many people.
Only now, people were too powerless to pay attention. If the deep pit fell, everything would cease to be; why worry about these things then?
No night had ever been shorter or more tormenting than this one.
When the first rays of dawn pierced the morning sky, an untold number of people closed their eyes, while others retreated to their rooms, shutting their windows as if to prolong the night a little longer.
The hearts of countless people clenched together, waiting for fate’s final judgment.
...
Within the deep pit, numerous figures stood up.
"It’s dawn,"
Great Battles Emperor said.
"Yes, dawn has come,"
Che Renzhong gazed into the distance.
"Today will likely be our last battle, which pretty much sums up this life. Elder, may I ask you a question, one that I’ve held in my heart for a long time?"
Without turning back, Great Battles Emperor continued, "You call Shi Xiaole ’Junior Brother.’ I really want to know who could possibly have taught both you and him to become such outstanding individuals."
This was a question not just Great Battles Emperor was curious about; the whole world was, yet even the major intelligence organizations had no answer.
"An incredible person. I’m afraid if I told you, you wouldn’t believe it,"
Che Renzhong’s voice carried a deep respect for the first time.
This made Great Battles Emperor turn around, his curiosity growing even more intense, "Let me hear it."
"The Holy Monarch from 160,000 years ago, that’s my master. Do you believe it?"
Great Battles Emperor was taken aback, then burst into laughter. He laughed so hard he doubled over, and it took a long while before he managed to catch his breath and gaspingly said, "Thank you, thank you for relieving my tension. Suddenly, I don’t feel so nervous."
Che Renzhong pursed his lips, about to speak, when his gaze suddenly fixed on the distant horizon. Great Battles Emperor stopped laughing as well, as an incredibly intense battle intent erupted from his body.
At a distance, like a tsunami passing through, dense masses of black figures carrying a murderous aura rushed forward. Leading them, with an overwhelming presence like the crest of a great wave, unstoppable, if not the Outer Heaven Army, then what else?
"Ten days have passed. Have you decided whether to live or surrender?"
From a great distance, the Blood Sea Blade Emperor bellowed fiercely.
"Pah! To think that you can make us surrender, it’s a pipe dream. If you want to enslave the Eastern Victory world, you’ll have to step over my dead body!"
The most hot-headed Sect Leader of the Demon Exorcism Sect laughed uproariously.
"We swear we will not surrender!"
"Let’s fight them with everything we’ve got!"
Countless masters of Eastern Victory responded, smiles on their faces and their tones filled with resolute determination.
"It seems I have underestimated your conviction, wasting ten days for nothing, well, well."
The Wansheng Madman closed his eyes and when he opened them again, they had abruptly turned ferocious and violent. Without a second thought, he launched a punch towards the direction where the loudest shouts had come from.
Bang!
It was as if the sky had fallen, and the earth had sunk; even before the shadow of the fist arrived, a large swath of ground had already crumbled as if struck by an 18th magnitude earthquake.
"What skill do you have in bullying the weak, calling yourself the number one under the Supreme Lord?"
The Shark Tooth Whip snapped into a long spear, expanding continuously. Layers upon layers of spear shadows pushed the void to its limit, the surface showing serrated cracks, the central spear shadow condensing to a point and piercing the fist shadow at extreme speed.
Boom!
The sky shook violently, and the Wansheng Madman was sent flying ten thousand meters.
With the Shark Tooth Whip, the Great Battles Emperor took the upper hand in the initial clash, immediately bolstering the morale of Eastern Victory.
But Che Renzhong saw clearly that as the Great Battles Emperor retracted his whip, he clearly swallowed a mouthful of vital blood. The opponent had been through too many battles, with countless new and old wounds, and now he was at the end of his strength.
In contrast, apart from a few tears in his robe, the Wansheng Madman was almost unharmed.
"You’re seeking death."
Seeing the Great Battles Emperor daring to show off, the Blood Sea Blade Emperor, without a word, swung down his Divine Blade fiercely. The blade’s radiance split the sky, aiming straight for the Great Battles Emperor’s head.
This blade truly marked the beginning of the final great battle between both sides.
Boom boom boom...
A scene of apocalyptic destruction unfolded, and a crater tens of millions of meters in diameter was shaking violently, with boulders continually falling from the walls; the ground sinking rapidly.
Here gathered more than half of Eastern Victory world’s martial arts elite, each with a heart prepared for death, charging towards the front. Upon collision with the Outer Heaven people, the most dazzling radiance since the first great war erupted!
The entire Eastern Victory world was drawn to it.
This radiance burst through the atmosphere, into the vast starry sky, smashing countless meteorites into fragments along its path, lingering for a long time.
"Sect Leader!"
The battle had just begun when an unparalleled master perished; he was the leader of Qiuyuan Valley from the South Sea, and his senior disciple helplessly watched as his master was turned into a mist of blood by numerous stream of Vigorous Air, leaving no bones behind.
"I will have your lives, give them to me!"
Passing moments with his master flashed before his eyes, the senior disciple charged towards the two murderers, seemingly insane. Midway, his body swelled to twice its size, leaving behind only a loud laugh before exploding with a bang.
"Senior Brother, our Qiuyuan Valley doesn’t have any cowards. Please go ahead with the Sect Leader; wait for your junior brother."
The young man in plain clothes remained calm, with fierce determination in his eyes. In less than a moment, he charged towards the top-ranked Heaven Realm Martial Emperor on the other side, self-detonating and bravely meeting his death.
"Hahaha..."
The remaining experts of Qiuyuan Valley, including the Elders and disciples, had red eyes, yet there were no tears.
Men shed blood, not tears. Life and death happen in the blink of an eye, and parting is the greatest sorrow. Almost simultaneously, they chose to self-detonate, inflicting the greatest damage possible on their enemies.
Blood flooded the area, leaving no expert from Qiuyuan Valley alive, marking the most magnificent journey of their lives.
The two top-ranked Heaven Realm Martial Emperors from Outer Heaven had never imagined their enemies would fight so fiercely. Caught off guard, they were blown to pieces, and the surrounding Outer Heaven experts were also affected, retreating amidst screams of agony.
Qiuyuan Valley wasn’t the only one to suffer heavy losses; the battle’s intensity and cruelty surpassed any that came before. In just a short moment, countless masters and elites had lost their lives.
"Ancestor!"
On the eastern side of the battlefield, Ling Cunyi’s tears streamed down, coughing blood at the corner of his mouth.
Just a moment ago, one of the two ancestors of the Ling Family had self-detonated to protect him, holding back another Outer Heaven Forbidden Martial Emperor.
"You old fool, how could you go, how could you?"
The other Ling Family ancestor, with both arms broken, laughed out loud, with a laugh filled with endless sorrow and determination, hot tears streaming from his blood-red eyes.
They had grown up together, practiced together, wandered the Martial World together, and later protected the Ling Family together. For thousands of years, what had dispelled their loneliness had always been each other.
No one could describe their bond.
"Ah!"
Endless sadness and pain surged into the chest of this Ling Family ancestor. He coughed up blood and, heedless of his own life, charged at the two Forbidden Martial Emperors.
"Sons of the Ling Family, kill all these demons! Kill, kill, kill!"
The Ling Family’s family head, Ling Wenlong, with disheveled hair and his white clothes turned into bloodstained robes. His cultivation had not only returned to its previous state after a long period of seclusion but had become even stronger. Now, he was also a Forbidden Martial Emperor.
Ling Hu, Ling Cunyi, Ling Cunwei, the Inheriting Heaven Sword Emperor, and other experts from the Ling Family charged forward courageously, swinging their weapons and engaging the enemy in a fight to the death, completely disregarding their own lives.
Not far away, Ling Wenyu, Ling Cunxiao, and others were also present. When Ling Wenlong had recaptured the position of family head, he hadn’t executed the lineage of Ling Wenyu; instead, he had only exiled them.
A few days earlier, they too had arrived at this place.
