"What reason do I have to fight you? This old man relies on this."
However, facing the assault of the Ancient Demon Clan's patriarch, Zhan Yuanmo's expression remained unchanged.
His right hand gripped the ancestral weapon tightly, while his left hand unexpectedly transformed into a palm. He thrust it forward at the black light blade charging head-on, and unleashed a violent strike.
Clang—
The next instant, a sound like steel clashing rang out, and the black light blade was forcibly knocked back.
At the same time, golden light erupted in all directions. A golden giant axe, fully a hundred meters in length, materialized in the air above.
The moment the golden giant axe appeared, an extremely terrifying aura radiated outward along with it.
In that instant, Zhan Yuanmo's aura was no weaker whatsoever than that of the Ancient Demon Clan patriarch.
"A Secret Technique—the Ancient Battle Axe?!"
At that moment, forget the other members of the Ancient Demon Clan being stunned—even the Ancient Demon Clan patriarch's expression changed dramatically.
Truth be told, he had already broken through to the Martial Ancestor realm over two years ago. Yet the reason he still hadn't dared to attack the Ancient Battle Clan headquarters was precisely because he feared the Secret Technique Zhan Yuanmo possessed—the Ancient Battle Axe.
And now that the Ancient Battle Axe had appeared, its aura was indeed extraordinary.
Domineering beyond measure, as if none could stand against it. Setting Zhan Yuanmo aside entirely, the aura of the Ancient Battle Axe alone was already terrifying beyond description.
The members of the Ancient Demon Clan were momentarily struck with fear, and they all retreated.
"You may never have experienced the power of the Ancient Battle Axe firsthand, but your ancestors should have told you about it."
"If you turn back now while you still can, I might consider letting you go. Otherwise… don't blame this old man for a wholesale slaughter." Zhan Yuanmo said coldly, his aged face dark with menace.
"Hmph, for the past two years you've been secluding yourself, never daring to face me in battle. That alone proves your fear." The Demon Clan patriarch replied.
"If I truly activated the Ancient Battle Axe, even at the cost of my own life, I could still cut you down." Zhan Yuanmo said.
"Oh? Then let me see for myself whether your Ancient Battle Axe possesses the power spoken of in legend."
The Demon Clan patriarch let out a cold laugh, then intense killing intent surged in his eyes. He pointed his weapon forward and roared:
"All commanders of the Demon Clan, hear my order! Today's battle is one of extermination—either the Battle Clan perishes, or our Demon Clan falls! Kill!!!
"Kill!!!"
The next moment, the numerous powerhouses of the Ancient Demon Clan received what amounted to a death command.
Every last one of them not only shed their fear but had their battle intent skyrocket. A vast tide of warriors surged forward in a frenzy, charging at the Ancient Battle Clan's army once more.
Their momentum was such that today, the Ancient Battle Clan would be annihilated no matter what.
"Kill!!!"
The Ancient Battle Clan, meanwhile, refused to show weakness. Their vast army, carrying the resolve to die, fought for one final breath—for the glory of the Ancient Battle Clan.
Today, they swore to settle the score with the Demon Clan once and for all, to decide life and death.
In the blink of an eye, the army of the Ancient Battle Clan clashed with the army of the Ancient Demon Clan in a brutal melee.
"This isn't working, sister, it isn't working! Our Ancient Battle Clan's forces have been severely depleted over these two years—we're no match for the Demon Clan at all."
"And even if Grandfather can truly kill the Demon Clan patriarch with the Ancient Battle Axe, he'll definitely lose his life in the process."
"By then, our Battle Clan still won't be able to defeat the Demon Clan. We'll still be doomed." Zhan Lingtong said to Zhan Lingling in a panic.
"I don't need you to tell me—I can see the situation clearly enough." Zhan Lingling's expression was equally grim.
"Let's go find Brother Chu Feng! He said that if the Demon Clan invaded, we could call upon him, and he definitely wouldn't stand by and watch."
As he spoke, Zhan Lingtong produced a circular token—the very one Chu Feng had given him two years ago.
Seeing that token, Zhan Lingling's expression stirred. She still remembered the scene of that young man ascending to the third level of the Enlightenment Ground two years ago.
Even now, recalling it sent a tremor through her heart. After all, that young man had conquered the third level not only through his talent but through an unbreakable will.
Chu Feng was, without question, the person she admired most in the world today—even surpassing Zhan Haichuan in her regard.
After all, no matter how powerful Zhan Haichuan had been, those were all legends and myths. She had never truly witnessed them.