1208: Chapter 1208 Movements of All Parties, Taking Advantage of the Crisis

Radiant Star Domain, Main Star of Empress Xi.

Imposing palace complexes floated above the clouds, golden radiance casting down, illuminating the entire firmament with solemnity and sanctity.

This was the power core of the Radiant Star Domain, the residence of Empress Xi, and the Holy Land looked up to by hundreds of millions of living beings.

Deep within the grand hall, Empress Xi sat upon her throne.

She wore golden robes, her appearance stunningly beautiful yet cold as frost, her pair of Phoenix eyes as deep as the starry sky, her entire being radiating a majesty that made one dare not look directly at her.

Before her, a message jade talisman floated in mid-air, recording the battle report just sent from the front lines.

After Empress Xi finished reading the report, no ripples of emotion could be seen on her face.

But when her gaze fell upon the end—the list of top-tier factions and the Alliance approaching the battlefield—her brows finally furrowed slightly.

"Houtu Sect, Black Cloud Empire, Red Sun Star Domain..." She whispered those names, her tone calm, yet carrying a trace of imperceptible coldness.

"A bunch of greedy fellows, looking to fish in troubled waters at a time like this."

She naturally saw it clearly. Were these people really here to "slay the demons"?

They merely smelled the scent of profit and wanted to use the name of the "Demon-Slaying Summoning Order" to take a share of the pie in the territory of the Radiant Star Domain.

Wherever the Demon Race passed, Star Domains shattered, and resources became ownerless—this was their true goal.

A cloud of gloom could not help but rise in Empress Xi's heart.

She suddenly thought of Luo Xiu, white hair like snow, pressure like an abyss, changing the world with a wave of his hand, causing hundreds of millions of Demonic Beasts to submit.

And those Four Demon Generals; just one of them had forced Vice Marshal Han Zhao to use his trump card to contend...

The cruelty and ferocity of the Demon Race far exceeded expectations.

If she could set out personally and use her power to suppress Luo Xiu, it would naturally be foolproof.

But the Main Star could not be without a master, and with various factions gathering here, if she left, the rear would inevitably fall into chaos.

Furthermore... those fellows who came under the banner of "assisting," if she were not here, who knew what they might do?

"If only I didn't have to guard the Main Star..."

Empress Xi whispered to herself, her slender fingers tapping lightly on the armrest, a hint of hidden anger flashing in her Phoenix eyes.

Just then, an aged and gentle voice sounded from the side of the hall:

"Why must Your Majesty worry?"

Empress Xi looked to the side; the person who arrived was an old man in plain white robes, with white hair and beard, a refined face, and an aura as deep as the sea, yet restrained to the point of not revealing a single trace.

He walked slowly, every step seemingly treading upon the rhythm of heaven and earth, possessing a Peak Tier 5 cultivation—only one step away from the legendary Tier 6.

The Grand Elder of the Radiant Star Domain, Xuan Qingzi.

Below Empress Xi, he was the most respected.

"Grand Elder."

Empress Xi nodded slightly, her expression easing slightly.

Xuan Qingzi walked to the center of the hall, bowed slightly, then straightened up, his gaze falling on the message jade talisman, stroking his beard as he said:

"Houtu Sect, Black Cloud Empire, Red Sun Star Domain... these factions have come under the guise of eliminating evil forces; it is indeed difficult for us to stop them."

His voice was unhurried, carrying a composure born of having experienced the vicissitudes of life:

"But looking at it from another angle, with them taking action, our chances of winning will only be greater.

Since these factions dare to come, they must have brought their foundations. The Houtu Sect's sect-suppressing treasure 'Thick Earth Seal', the Black Cloud Empire's Ten Great Marshals, the Red Sun Star Domain's Seven Kings... which one of them is easy to deal with?"

He looked at Empress Xi, his gaze deep:

"As long as we can eliminate the Demon Race and completely eradicate that Devil King Luo Xiu, everything is worth it.

As for them wanting to take a share of the pie after the war..."

The old man smiled slightly, his smile carrying a trace of craftiness:

"That will depend on whether they have the appetite for it."

Hearing this, Empress Xi's furrowed brows slowly smoothed out. She pondered for a moment, then nodded gently:

"The Grand Elder's words are very true."

She paused, cold light flashing in her Phoenix eyes:

"However, we cannot let them be too comfortable. Pass down the order to closely monitor the movements of these factions.

If they dare to play any tricks on the territory of my Radiant Star Domain—"

She did not finish, but the chill in her words was enough to explain everything.

Xuan Qingzi nodded with a smile: "This old subject understands."

A few days later.

Meteor belt battlefield.

The smoke of gunpowder had dispersed, and countless wrecks floated in the Void Realm—shattered armor, broken weapons, blurred flesh and blood, as well as the black ash left behind after Demonic Beasts died.

The originally silver meteor belt was now stained dark red with blood, reflecting a heart-stopping radiance under the starlight.

The vanguard armies of both sides had been almost completely wiped out.

Of the thirty thousand elites of the Radiant Allied Forces, less than one in ten remained.

Cold corpses floated in the Void Realm, becoming a permanent mark of this Star Domain.

And the tens of thousands of the Demon Beast Army had also suffered heavy losses, with black ash permeating the space like the remnants of the apocalypse.

Only six figures were still clashing fiercely in the depths of the Void Realm.

The battle between General Zhao Lie and that decaying Demon General had reached the final moment.

General Zhao Lie was bathed in blood, the flames on his crimson long blade were no longer as fierce as they were at the beginning, but his Battle Intent had not diminished in the slightest.

Every slash he swung still carried the determination to burn everything to nothingness.

And the decaying Demon General opposite him was also covered in wounds, with not a single part of his body intact, the decaying dark light was so faint it was almost imperceptible, but in those pitch-black eyes of his, there was still not half a point of retreat.

"Come on!" General Zhao Lie roared, slashing down, "I want to see how much longer you can hold on!"

The decaying Demon General did not speak, raising his hand to block, dark light and flames colliding, exploding into a final ripple.

On the other side, the battle between Xu Hong and the Bone Blade Demon General was much quieter.

The ice cage had long since shattered, and the two were confronting each other in the Void Realm, one covered in frost, the other with a bone blade full of cracks.

Xu Hong's breathing was no longer as steady as it was at the beginning, and the movements of the Bone Blade Demon General had slowed to the extreme—but neither of them had any intention of stopping.

In the distance, the battle between Vice Marshal Han Zhao and the Blood Demon was the most intense.

The infusion of Empress Xi's power had begun to fade, and Vice Marshal Han Zhao's aura was no longer as vigorous as it was at the beginning, but his blade was still sharp, every strike carrying a determination to die.

There were several more cracks on the Blood Demon's blood armor, blood seeping out from the cracks, but the smile on the corner of his mouth grew increasingly intense.

"Vice Commander Han, your time... is running out."

The Blood Demon's voice was like one from the Nine Netherworlds, cold and mocking.

Vice Marshal Han Zhao gritted his teeth, slashing out a blade, golden blade light tearing through the Void Realm: "Killing you is enough!"

And outside the two battlefields, the true main force was rapidly approaching.

Behind the Radiant Allied Forces, a vast silver torrent was accelerating its march.

Hundreds of millions of soldiers were arrayed strictly, war flags blocking the sky and sun, the Killing Intent gathering into a tangible pressure, and wherever it passed, the stars trembled because of it.

At the very front of this torrent, the auras of dozens of Tier 5 Powerhouses were like dozens of scorching suns, emitting a suffocating pressure.

Vanguard Marshal Lu Hongyuan stood on the flagship of the central army, his gaze as sharp as a falcon, pointing directly at the meteor belt stained red with blood in front.

"Full speed ahead!"

He ordered in a deep voice, his voice like thunder, "Within one stick of incense, I want to see the flags of the Demon Race army!"

"Understood!"