429: Gathering

Even before the great war began, many within Dragon Country had completed their breakthroughs.

"Boom!"

Powerful auras emanated from within Dragon Country, shaking the heavens!

At the border, several terrifying auras erupted!

Many experts who had been stuck at the peak seventh rank finally achieved their breakthrough to the eighth rank at this moment!

And not only that, a portion of eighth-rank martial artists also successfully crossed realms!

"Hahaha! I never thought a cripple like me could still break through!"

A loud laugh rang out as a burly Middle-aged Man bathed in a massive aura!

It was Da Qing!

Eighth rank!

He had already stepped into the eighth rank!

Although his aura was somewhat unstable, he was still several times stronger than before!

He had originally held no hope, never expecting he could still improve!

Da Qing looked at his own body and grinned: "At the very least, dying won't be without value..."

Not just him, everyone else also clearly understood that no matter how much they improved, they couldn't possibly survive this war.

Whether seventh rank or eighth rank, they were merely cannon fodder.

Even those as strong as the ninth rank faced the risk of falling!

At that moment, another powerful aura appeared. Da Qing looked over, his gaze filled with admiration: "Brother Fang truly lives up to being Fang Bai's old man!"

That aura was stronger than anyone present!

It had faintly touched the threshold of the ninth rank!

Eighth-Rank Extreme Realm!

And the owner of this aura was none other than Fang Tiandao!

Fang Bai's father!

He had now broken through to the Eighth-Rank Extreme Realm!

Originally, even with ten years of arduous cultivation, he couldn't have crossed this step, but he had essentially cheated.

Absorbing and refining the Demon God's corpse, even a dog could easily become a powerhouse!

Eighth-Rank Extreme Realm! This realm was something Fang Tiandao himself never thought he'd reach so quickly!

"Thanks to Fang Bai, I got this chance to experience it."

Feeling the surging power within him, a smile appeared on Fang Tiandao's face.

At that moment, Zhang Xiaofeng appeared beside him.

At this time, Zhang Xiaofeng had also reached Eighth Stage Peak.

Not only that, but Yingzi had as well.

They were now the leaders of this army!

Fang Tiandao glanced at the almost tangible demonic aura in the distance, a trace of gravity appearing in his eyes.

"They're just that impatient."

The few of them looked grave.

This was not good news for humanity!

The demon race striking early meant they were already prepared!

"No matter what, a battle is inevitable sooner or later."

Fang Tiandao's body slowly rose into the sky. His gaze pierced through the void, landing on the densely packed Demon Beast Army. His eyes were sharp, his voice like thunder: "All soldiers! Prepare to engage the enemy!"

"Fight!"

Roars erupted one after another, deafening and imposing!

At this moment, even martial artists still in seclusion emerged, abandoning their breakthroughs!

This was the final battle!

Soon, over a hundred thousand border defense troops, their momentum like a rainbow, prepared to meet the enemy!

And just then, an aged voice rang out:

"Demon Slaying Army Bei Yuan, with all members, here to support!"

Not only that, a voice full of imposing momentum followed closely—

"Dark Gate Master Gu Zhou, with all Dark Gate members, here to support!"

"Shadow Pavilion Master Zhong Hanyang, with all Shadow Pavilion members, here to support!"

"Hall Master of the Dragon King Hall, with all members, here to support!"

"Alliance Nation Pastor, with all members, here to support!"

"Su Family Patriarch, with the entire clan, here to support!"

"Fu Family..."

"Murong Family..."

"Gu Family..."

"Martial Academy Dean Qi Baichuan, with all Martial Academy members, here to support!"

An incredibly spectacular scene unfolded on the border plain. Humanity's strongest factions, families, and rogue cultivators all rushed to the scene!

The power of the human army rapidly swelled!

A million troops!

A terrifying fighting spirit directly clashed with the demonic aura in the distance!

On the human side, the high-tier combat force was also an unprecedented lineup!

Just the eighth-rank combatants numbered over five hundred!

Leading them were Murong Hai, Sea King, and others, all radiating the terrifying pressure of the Eighth-Rank Extreme Realm!

Familiar faces were among the crowd.

Qi Tian, Xiao Yuan, A Xiu, Su Su...

At this moment, they had all stepped into the eighth rank!

They had enjoyed exclusive Demon God corpses, forcibly refined them, and their breakthroughs directly skipped levels!

"We're eighth rank too..."

Qi Tian's gaze was complex.

Compared to his former naivety and high spirits, Qi Tian had become much more reserved now, with a touch more maturity.

Su Su smiled and said: "Our strongest moment has welcomed our strongest enemy."

A Xiu said calmly: "Strive to survive."

Xiao Yuan chuckled: "Same here."

"You little brats, don't think just because your strength improved you can go solo!"

A voice sounded at that moment.

Mo Ming walked over, a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

"Old Mo, what are you doing here?" Qi Tian asked, puzzled.

Mo Ming raised an eyebrow: "What? Your teacher can't come?"

Qi Tian chuckled: "That's not it, but you're an Eighth Stage Peak powerhouse, shouldn't you be in the first echelon as cannon fodder?"

Hearing this, Mo Ming's face instantly darkened.

"How are you talking, you brat?! How could I possibly be cannon fodder?!"

Qi Tian said innocently: "Then why are you here?"

Mo Ming said calmly: "When the battle starts later, don't scatter. Remember to unite and assist, maximizing your own power. No matter what rank, in a meat grinder battle like this, you're just ants."

Everyone's expressions grew a bit more serious.

"Sigh, our little captain still hasn't arrived. Really, gotten used to being an absentee boss, huh?"

Qi Tian sighed helplessly.

Everyone's expressions froze, looking somewhat odd.

Mo Ming was amused: "You mean Fang Bai? He's not interested in such low-level matches. He's probably set his sights on those demon race big shots... Hahaha! Truly worthy of being a student taught by me, Mo Ming! Just awesome!"

Everyone's mouths twitched.

Damn! Really knows how to pat himself on the back!

Don't think they didn't know, he was just a figurehead; cultivation was all on the individual!

At that moment, Qi Tian suddenly pulled out a case of alcohol: "Brothers, bottoms up! After this, we fight! See you in the next life!"

Everyone laughed.

With a great enemy at hand, still in the mood to drink—what big hearts!

But no one refused; they all raised their glasses!

Drink the wine, smash the cup, if you're not convinced, then fight!

If you die, you die; if you don't, you live for ten thousand years!

Above the clouds, those incredibly powerful auras had already assembled.

Su Yunsheng looked at the numerous Demon God auras ahead and felt a headache: "Won't have to cultivate another lifetime, will I?"

Actually, whether the people below or these ninth-rankers, none thought they'd survive.

At that moment, space split open, and an aged figure walked out—it was Old Man Wan.

He looked ahead and said slowly: "Begin."