309: Something is wrong

First, pouring out of the crack were hundreds of millions of Corpse Soldiers!

They had various grotesque forms.

Some retained their massive, twisted demonic bodies from life, some were shriveled and withered, their entire bodies entwined with ominous black Qi, and even more were rotting and festering, oozing foul pus... Most didn't even have rudimentary armor, only silence and a suffocating, uniform, deathly killing intent.

They surged like a thick, murky black tide, instantly overflowing the edge of the crack and pouring down towards the Blood Prison Demon Army's defense line in the Tianjue Mountain Range!

Following closely behind, breaking through the Void Realm, were Corpse Clan generals riding massive, decaying Corpse Dragons!

There were over a thousand of them, like stars of death dotting a black Styx River, their terrifying pressure coalescing into a deathly cloud that enveloped the battlefield!

After that, came dozens to hundreds of figures like moving mountains—Corpse Lords!

Their Aura stirred the winds and clouds; every step they took made the Void Realm tremble, and each one exuded a monstrous ferocity comparable to a Peak Demonic Lord!

"Roar—!!!" A shriek of countless undead erupted from the torrent of Corpse Soldiers, a deep-seated hatred and hunger for the flesh and blood of the living!

Like a school of piranhas smelling blood, they slammed into the waiting Blood Prison Legion with an all-consuming ferocity!

"Form up! Fight to the death!" The Blood Prison's vice-commanders had extremely grave expressions, their voices solemn and hoarse.

The Demon Race soldiers and Demon Generals of the Three Great Legions suppressed their panic, unleashing the Blood Prison's unique berserk blood-fiend Qi.

Soaring blood-Qi instantly condensed.

Churning whirlpools of blood, ferocious, roaring phantom blood-beasts, and incomparably sharp mountains of blood-colored blades and forests of swords, layered one upon another, forming the final defense line!

Many floating fortresses had been destroyed in the previous great battle; now only a mere dozen or so fortresses hung isolated in the sky.

"Boom—!!!"

The black torrent of death and the boiling crimson tide collided with a thunderous roar on the blood-colored plain!

Like two burning stars exploding on the Demon Realm's land!

Laws shattered! Energy annihilated! Flesh and blood flew everywhere!

The withered claws of the Corpse Soldiers tore at the scales and armor of the Demon Race soldiers, and the foul corpse-Qi corroded the scorching blood-fiend Qi.

The blood-blades of the Demon Race soldiers severed the rotten bones of the Corpse Soldiers, and the scorching demonic blood evaporated the deathly black Qi.

Piercing "hissing" sounds and poisonous smoke billowed and ascended!

Higher in the sky, Corpse Lords and Blood Prison Demonic Lords engaged in one-on-one combat, demonic light crisscrossing, each collision tearing space and leaving fleeting black marks!

The entire blood-colored plain instantly transformed into a meat grinder that annihilated life!

However, the Blood Prison Legion, having lost its three Devil Kings, faced with the terrifying numbers and fearless Corpse Clan vanguard, was immediately pushed back, its defense line on the verge of collapse!

Just as the Blood Prison defense line was about to be completely overwhelmed and swallowed by the black torrent—

"Woooo—!"

A desolate, profound horn blast, as if it had Transmigrated through endless ages from the depths of an Ancient Tomb, suddenly echoed across the battlefield!

Immediately after, the ground trembled violently! At the edge of the horizon, dust rose like wolf smoke into the sky!

A pale white torrent appeared!

They were entirely composed of skeletons, their bones either lustrous white like jade, or pitch black like ink, or shimmering with a metallic, cold luster!

They had no flesh and blood, only eerie blue Soul flames burning fiercely within their skulls!

Their numbers were equally vast and boundless, forming strict phalanxes, marching with heavy and unified steps, each stride making the earth groan!

Leading them was a colossal skeleton marshal, a thousand zhang tall!

He wore tattered dark-golden bone armor and wielded a terrifying bone spear made of countless huge twisted vertebrae!

The Soul fire flickering in his eye sockets was a deep dark purple, and the pressure he exuded had astonishingly reached the realm of a Peak Devil King!

Above them, countless bone Dragons, formed from huge wing bones, circled, and on the backs of the bone Dragons stood skeleton knights with blazing Soul fires and formidable Aura!

"It's the Demon Bone Legion from the Myriad Bone Abyss! Reinforcements have arrived!" A roar of ecstatic relief erupted from the Blood Prison camp!

Clearly, the shrewd Blood Demon Venerable had anticipated this battle and brought in allied reinforcements in advance.

The giant skeleton marshal—Greybone—pointed his bone spear at the surging Corpse Clan torrent ahead.

His dark purple Soul fire flickered violently, and a cold, lifeless Soul voice instantly covered the entire noisy battlefield: "Myriad Bone forces! Wherever bones reach, it shall be a realm of death! Crush them—!"

"Kill—!!!" The Soul fires of countless skeleton warriors suddenly blazed like the sun, their silent Soul roars converging into a storm of death that swept across the battlefield!

The torrent of white bones suddenly accelerated!

With a terrifying will to crush everything and annihilate life, they slammed into the flank of the Corpse Clan Army, which was tearing apart the Blood Prison defense line, like a collapsing glacier and sea of snow!

The moment the torrent of white bones activated, dozens of hurricane-like Dragon tornadoes, as if capable of tearing the sky, formed out of thin air, carrying destructive power, and swept towards the core of the Demon Bone Legion!

Greybone's dark purple Soul fire suddenly flickered in his eye sockets: "King-level?"

But he seemed to have been prepared; his giant bone claw slashed fiercely at the Void Realm!

A sharp golden ray, spanning a hundred li, like a sky-opening blade, carrying a sharpness that could sever all things, swept horizontally towards the raging wind pillars!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The golden ray was unstoppable, instantly annihilating three wind pillars!

The moment it collided with the fourth wind pillar, the remaining wind pillars converged rapidly as if they possessed life!

In the blink of an eye, a terrifying super tornado, covering a hundred li in diameter and connecting heaven and earth, suddenly formed!

The violent winds swept countless Demon Race soldiers into the sky, even tearing the heavy leaden clouds to shreds!

The golden ray crashed into it, flickering intensely a few times, and finally disintegrated and dissipated.

Greybone's Soul fire condensed, and the Aura around him became incredibly solemn.

"Bag of bones! This King will play with you!" A teasing voice descended from above the Nine Heavens clouds.

Corpse Three's figure appeared, carrying the cold pressure unique to a Corpse King, looking down at Greybone indifferently.

"Above the fierce winds!" Greybone's voice was rough like grinding sand and stone; before he finished speaking, his massive skeletal body transformed into a dark-golden stream of light, tearing through the air, and shooting straight into the fierce wind layer of the sky!

This was an unspoken iron rule among powerful beings of the Demon Realm—when fighting peers, stay away from lower-level battlefields to avoid unnecessary slaughter.

Corpse Three's lips curled into a cold sneer, and his figure transformed into a fierce green light, following closely behind, breaking into the violent fierce wind layer above.

However, even though the Corpse King-level had not yet directly intervened, the balance of the battlefield had not reversed.

The remnants of the Blood Prison's Three Great Legions and the powerful Demon Bone Legion, even united, were still being furiously massacred by the Corpse Clan Army!

The Corpse Clan's vitality was far more tenacious than that of ordinary Demon Race members; unless their heads or cores were completely severed, even severed limbs and bodies could still ferociously attack!

Even more terrifying was that the spatial crack was like an inexhaustible spring of death; a continuous stream of Corpse Clan Army was still emerging!

Just half an incense stick's time after the battle began, the scene before them had already sent a bone-chilling cold through even the battle-hardened Blood Prison and Myriad Bone Demon Race armies!

A Blood Prison Demonic Lord had just finished casting a Divine Ability to freeze a thousand li, and before he could catch his breath, he was pierced through the chest by a suddenly appearing bone spear, instantly exploding into a sky full of blood mist!

Not far away, several Blood Prison Demon Generals were struggling to fight together, but their enemies were over a dozen Corpse Generals with even stronger Aura and seamless coordination!

Slaughter unfolded cruelly in every corner of the battlefield!

Above the gloomy, heavy clouds.

Black Heaven Demon Venerable lay lazily in a reclining chair condensed from clouds, his eyes half-closed, as if the scene below was not a brutal battlefield, but a tedious play.

Thirteen Corpse Kings stood around him like the most loyal sculptures, their cold Divine Sense like an invisible spider web, tightly covering every corner of the battlefield.

"Holy Venerable! Is this all the reinforcements Old Ghost Blood Demon could get? And he even brought in a Devil King from the Myriad Bone Abyss? What is that old fox planning?" A Corpse King sent out a questioning Divine Thought fluctuation.

"Something abnormal must be demonic! Blood Demon Venerable is definitely not one to sit back and wait for death!" Another Corpse King added, his voice filled with vigilance.

Black Heaven Demon Venerable remained calm, not even bothering to lift an eyelid, his Divine Thought filled with absolute arrogance and disdain: "With this Venerable here, why do you need to worry? Just kill all these ants and flatten the Blood Prison Abyss!"

The battlefield below had long become a quagmire of flesh and blood.

Broken limbs and severed arms piled up like mountains, deep green, purplish-red, pitch black... various colors of demonic blood mixed and flowed, staining the entire Tianjue Mountain Range into a bizarre and terrifying colorful painting.

At this moment, a flash of light and shadow at the edge of the spatial crack, Xiao Zhuo led a group of Demon Generals dressed in unified black armor with resolute Aura, stepping into this Asura purgatory.

"This..." Ye Zhenyu, who followed closely behind Xiao Zhuo, though from a Devil King family and accustomed to warfare, was greatly shocked by the tragic sight of the Blood Prison's Three Great Legions almost completely annihilated.

These powerful enemies, who had fought the Eternal Calamity Demon Army for countless years, were so vulnerable under the iron hooves of the Corpse Clan!

Xiao Zhuo's gaze swept across the battlefield, locking onto a powerful Demon General in the distance, and was about to step into the Void Realm to kill him—

"Fellow Daoist Xiao!" Ye Zhenyu suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm armor, her voice grave and urgent, with an unprecedented sense of alarm, "Something's wrong! Very wrong!"