It was truly a terrifying war, and in that moment, it felt like mountains collapsing and seas surging.
The human cultivators and the Sky-Slayer race both began to unleash their full strength. Most of the cultivators from the Alliance employed strategies that combined battle formations, while those above the Void Return realm, to avoid harming their own, would disperse to create new battlefields.
The higher the level of the battlefield, the further it was from the main combat area, usually taking place at extremely high altitudes.
However, Wang Teng and his group were different. They had just launched a surprise attack and ambushed Wuhala.
But due to the barrier created by the [Pillar of Heaven], their battle would not affect anyone else.
Meanwhile, among the Sky-Slayer race, upon seeing Wuhala trapped by Wang Teng and his companions, their temporary leader, Makula, with a grim expression, spoke to another shorter Sky-Slayer: "Wuhala is as good as dead. The humans don't yet know of your existence. Later, you'll pretend to be a regular eighth-realm cultivator. After Wuhala dies, rush forward and let them engulf you within that damned barrier..."
The short Sky-Slayer revealed a sinister smile. He, cloaked in black, shuddered, and instantly vanished into the darkness.
Makula, meanwhile, had been sought out by Wuyuan.
Although Wuyuan was no longer the leader of the cultivator alliance, he was certainly not going to miss such a decisive battle.
Ever since he was impeached, he had remained in seclusion.
But in the years since his abdication, he had personally witnessed humanity, under the leadership of the Ice Sword mercenary group and Bai Hong, transform from being full of spirit to becoming increasingly fearless of death.
His former philosophy while in power was to minimize casualties among cultivators, to grind down the Sky-Slayer race slowly until they perished.
However, he had not only failed to defeat the Sky-Slayer race but had also worn away humanity's own fighting spirit.
Since his abdication, humanity had achieved numerous victories, and most news was positive. They treated the members of the mercenary alliance equally, and no matter who achieved great merit, the rewards were always generously given.
Under this atmosphere, humanity had become increasingly united.
Observing these changes, Wuyuan could only sigh deeply. He finally understood many things.
A utilitarian like himself was not suited for that position. He lacked leadership talent. If Bai Hong had led earlier, perhaps humanity would have achieved victory decades ago.
Seeing Wuyuan approach him, Makula did not hesitate to mock him: "Isn't this the former leader of the cultivator alliance? You ran away quite fast in that battle at Wuyun Mountain last time. Why do you dare to come here yourself now? If you suffer another defeat, won't your Dao heart collapse?"
Wuyuan replied calmly: "It matters not. This time, your Sky-Slayer race will surely be defeated. If I manage to kill you, some of the things I did back then might be slightly atoned for."
"Arrogant talk!"
"Today, I shall avenge my past!"
The two gripped their respective techniques and soon engaged in a fierce struggle.
Makula was never one to fear death, so his attacks were all deadly.
However, Wuyuan was no longer the cowardly and selfish leader he once was. Facing Makula, he neither dodged nor parried, meeting all attacks head-on.
The members of the Ice Sword mercenary group had once told the cultivators from the alliance that when fighting the Sky-Slayer race, they must be even more ruthless.
If the enemy trades injury for injury, you trade life for life. If you lose in spirit, then this war, where they were already outnumbered, would be pointless.
Bai Hong had taken these words as gospel and repeated them countless times to everyone in the cultivator alliance.
Therefore, Wuyuan was acting precisely in this manner. If humanity lost this battle, then everything he had pursued would be meaningless, and this was the time to go all out.
Makula also noticed the change in Wuyuan. As they fought, his expression grew more somber. Why did the opponent seem intent on a mutual annihilation?
When Wuyuan was the leader, Makula had fought him many times. This old fellow used to fight very conservatively, but now he was like a different person.
It wasn't just Wuyuan; many others were like this as well.
When a race's spirit and vitality returned, it was extremely fatal for the enemy.
These local geniuses had their eyes bloodshot from killing.
They would occasionally glance at the Ice Sword mercenary group fighting within the barrier. Even if they couldn't achieve the outrageous feat of "slaying immortals" like them, as long as they fought with all their might, defeating opponents two minor realms higher was still easy.
Wuhala was now in sheer terror. He wanted to escape, but he couldn't at all!
Only by truly fighting these guys did he understand the pressure Babali had felt back then.
Twelve people, capable of producing thirteen immortal artifacts!
And each of them could wield them perfectly. Furthermore, each of them knew immortal techniques and could execute them perfectly.
To consider these individuals as cultivators in the Transcending Tribulation realm would be a colossal joke!
It was a rule tacitly acknowledged by both human cultivators and the Sky-Slayer race that only cultivators in the Mahayana stage could cultivate immortal techniques.
But this rule was rendered meaningless before these prodigies.
This was because the things Chu Yang obtained from the system directly bypassed the learning process. Comprehension and the like were not a concern. No matter how weak the talent, as long as it was unlocked, it could directly form memories and imprint into one's mind.
They were all cheats. How could he possibly fight?
"You are not from this world at all!!!"
Wang Teng raised his staff and struck fiercely: "You're only realizing that now, you idiot?!"
"Clang!!!"
The golden long staff was blocked by dual axes, but at this moment, a blood-red sword energy slashed from behind.
He let out a scream as a ferocious wound appeared on his back.
This scene had played out many times. Every time he blocked one person's attack, another with considerable offensive capability would deliver a strike to his back.
When he was about to cast a skill, a bell would be thrown directly at him, blocking his skill.
Then, as if he had struck the bell himself, his entire being was stunned into unconsciousness.
He couldn't take it anymore, he simply couldn't!
His pressure was a hundred times greater than Babali's, because he had to fight twelve such monstrous geniuses simultaneously. Babali had only been fighting four at the start!
A few minutes later, Wuhala was covered in bloody wounds.
His aura had also weakened considerably.
He knew that continuing like this meant certain death. Perhaps no matter what he did, death was inevitable.
He let out a bitter laugh and said, "Witnessing the peak geniuses of humanity is truly enviable! But you think you can kill me without paying any price? Dream on!"
Streams of black smoke began to swirl around Wuhala's body, and he began to swell, his strength surging to another level!
Many people were watching this battlefield, and when they saw Wuhala act this way, a wave of grief surged through all the Sky-Slayer race members.
He had used [Demonic Body Sacrifice to Heaven]. Once this ultimate skill was employed, Wuhala was certainly doomed.