The battle between Xue Li and Li Rong was essentially the highest-level clash this world had ever seen. Given the strength of Zhang Ao and Cao Guan's group, they wouldn't dare intervene rashly.
So they surged forward immediately, hoping to relieve Yu Mo's siege.
The Broken Profound Hall and Battle Soul Temple had a total of four Saint Realm experts between them, with Zhang Ao being a Second Level Saint Realm cultivator — no small feat in terms of power. Once they joined the fray, the momentum of the two new commanders, Yin Ya and Xue Ji, was swiftly suppressed.
Even though Yin Ya and Xue Ji had both activated their Demonic God Transformations, fighting five against two left them in constant peril.
"Sect Master, should we lend a hand?" Wu Jie's eyelids twitched as he watched, unable to hold back the question.
"No need." Yang Kai shook his head. At this scale of battle, Wu Jie wouldn't be of much use. Yang Kai had originally intended to step in, but after sensing the situation, he realized it was no longer necessary.
In the distance on either side, two figures were hurtling toward the battlefield at breakneck speed.
They were Commanders Han Fei and Hua Mo, who had just successfully broken through.
The former radiated an icy aura, the latter a robust and powerful one. Before they even arrived, the terrifying pressure they unleashed had already descended upon the battlefield. The hard-pressed Yin Ya and Xue Ji's faces lit up with delight, and their attacks grew even more ferocious.
The pristine white snow mountain had already been nearly swallowed by pitch-black demonic energy, shrouding the entire area in darkness.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh…
Countless ice crystals imbued with devastating power shot across the sky like a torrential rain, hurtling straight toward Zhang Ao and Cao Guan's group. Danger struck without warning — Zhang Ao, Cao Guan, and the others felt a chill run through their entire bodies as they scrambled to dodge. But from deep beneath the snow mountain, countless eerie black hands suddenly erupted from the ground, clawing at them from below.
Simultaneously, Hua Mo surged upward from beneath like a specter, intricate energy ripples emanating from his hands as he struck hard at the enemy's positions.
Caught completely off guard by the ambush, Zhang Ao and Cao Guan's group were thrown into utter disarray. Apart from Zhang Ao, whose slightly superior strength kept him safe, every other Saint Realm cultivator was sent staggering back, coughing up blood — barely escaping with their lives.
"They're finished!" Yang Kai snorted coldly. He turned his attention away from that battle and lifted his gaze to the sky even higher above.
There, the fight between Li Rong and Xue Li had reached a white-hot intensity. The latter had taken a minor loss earlier when her composure wavered, but once she steadied her mind, she was holding her ground without falling behind.
These two breathtaking women seemed perfectly matched — each pushing the other to their absolute limit.
Circles of strange energy and spiritual soul shockwaves rippled outward from their clash. Those waves were exquisitely refined, and wherever they passed, it felt as though heaven and earth themselves were being shaken to their foundations.
Under those shockwaves, Yang Kai sensed that the entire world was on the verge of collapse.
A chill gripped his heart. He knew this was the kind of impact that only top-tier powerhouses could produce when they clashed, and he focused his observation even more intently, hoping to glean something useful from the spectacle.
But what disappointed him was that Xue Li seemed to have lost all of her earlier arrogance. When facing Li Rong, she always appeared constrained and restrained, as if holding something back.
Once she sensed that Han Fei and Hua Mo had arrived, her will to fight dwindled even further.
Beneath the bright moon, the two figures clashed and separated in a single instant.
Standing a hundred zhang apart, the two beautiful women regarded each other with utmost gravity. Li Rong's gorgeous eyes flickered with boundless killing intent and hatred, while Xue Li's eyes were filled entirely with wariness and hesitation.
The Ancient Demon Clan was a legend among all demonkind.
Li Rong was only at the two-level Saint realm, yet she could already stand on equal footing with a Demon General like herself. If she were allowed to grow to the third level, chances were that even the current Demon Lord would be no match for her!
Realizing this, Xue Li's resolve wavered. She no longer knew whether she should continue opposing the leader of this legendary clan. She silently regretted having hastily killed that coffin bearer.
Had that not happened, they could have all sat down and talked things through. They were all demons, after all. There was no need to slaughter each other in front of these humans and give outsiders a good laugh.
But the moment she met Li Rong's gaze, Xue Li knew this grudge could never be resolved. They had reached the point where only death could settle it!
Gritting her silver teeth, Xue Li snarled, "The Ancient Demon Clan… this lordship has witnessed your prowess today… The Demon Lord will come for you. Let's see if you can still be this arrogant when that time comes!"
As she spoke, her slender body writhed like a serpent, and the sound of shifting bones echoed from within her frame. A wave of bizarre, bloody aura suddenly seeped out from Xue Li's body.
Li Rong's expression changed, but by the time she realized what Xue Li was about to do, it was already too late to stop her.
Boom…
A muffled explosion rang out as Demon General Xue Li detonated into a cloud of blood mist in midair, leaving not even bones behind.
Below, Yang Kai and Wu Jie watched the battle with jaws dropped, never having expected Xue Li to be so decisive — especially when she hadn't yet been pushed to the point of desperation.
Yet a faint, discordant feeling stirred in Yang Kai's heart. Deep down, he sensed that Xue Li could not possibly have died like this.
"Blood Escape?" Li Rong hissed through clenched teeth, her eyes fixed on the blood mist that had erupted in the void. She swept her pale hand through the air, sending a surge of dense, torrential power surging toward it — but the blood mist had already dissipated into heaven and earth in the blink of an eye, and her attack struck nothing but empty air.
At the same time, beside Yu Mo — who had been thrown into disarray and badly wounded by Han Fei's relentless assault — droplets of blood faintly shimmering with golden light materialized out of thin air.
The blood droplets enveloped Yu Mo and, with the speed of a thunderbolt, transformed into a streak of crimson light that fled far off into the distance.