135: Chapter 135 The Holy War Begins

As for Ten Thousand Demon Palace joining forces with the Southern Border's Heavenly Demon Sacred Land as mentioned by Xiao Ye, Tianji Holy Land had actually discovered it long ago and made preparations.

However, as the overlord of the Southern Border, the Heavenly Demon Sacred Land controlled the entire Yao Race, and its overall strength was a notch higher than Tianji Holy Land.

But since they were fighting across regions, it was impossible for them to come out in full force; they had to leave people to guard their home base.

Calculating it this way, the situation between the two sides was roughly fifty-fifty.

The only disgusting thing was that bedbug Ten Thousand Demon Palace—as a power from the East Sea Region, it actually invited wolves into the house and colluded with foreign enemies.

Isn't this biting the hand that feeds you? Damnable!

"It seems we must strike first and pull out this piece of rat sh*t." Master Wujizi put down his teacup, his gaze turning cold.

Three days later, a piece of news shook the East Sea Region—

Tianji Holy Land issued a bounty!

"Ten Thousand Demon Palace has colluded with the Heavenly Demon Sacred Land, intending to attack the entire East Sea Region, an act that outrages both gods and men! Our Tianji Holy Land acts on behalf of Heaven and hereby issues a reward: Anyone who brings the head of a Ten Thousand Demon Palace member to Tianji Holy Land can exchange it for resources—Cultivation Techniques, Medicinal Pills, Spiritual Artifacts, formation maps, and even the qualification to join Tianji Holy Land. We have everything, and we treat everyone fairly!"

Once this bounty was issued, the entire East Sea Region exploded.

Although Ten Thousand Demon Palace was one of the six top powers in the East Sea Region, it couldn't withstand a siege from the other five!

After all, Tianji Holy Land had personally entered the fray, so they weren't afraid of Ten Thousand Demon Palace's desperate struggle!

In an instant, Ten Thousand Demon Palace went from a feared Demonic Path giant to a rat crossing the street that everyone shouted at.

Loose Cultivators carried their swords and searched the world for Ten Thousand Demon Palace members; even woodcutters cutting wood would peek into mountain gullies a few more times for fear of missing a head.

The Hall Master of Ten Thousand Demon Palace was so livid his blood boiled, his face as black as the bottom of a pot. He smashed three grand halls in a row, his cursing echoing for thousands of miles.

"Those old schemers of Tianji Holy Land! If that's the case, then let the war begin!"

"Someone! Inform the Heavenly Demon Sacred Land that the Holy War has begun."

"Yes, Hall Master!"

—

On the Endless Sea, the army of the Heavenly Demon Sacred Land was grand and majestic, blotting out the sky and the sun.

Giant Narwhals, each a thousand meters long, carried various rare treasures and exotic beasts, cutting through the waves and slowly swimming toward the East Sea Region.

Behind them followed countless sea Yao Beasts—Lightning Sharks as fast as lightning, Iron-head Fish that rampaged through everything, Octopus Balls with tentacles a thousand meters long... The seawater was churned upside down, the momentum terrifying.

At this moment, on the back of the leading giant Narwhal, stood several figures exuding terrifying auras.

They were different from ordinary people—some had horns on their heads, some had fluffy cat ears, some dragged seven fluffy tails behind them, and one had eye-catching leopard-print thigh-highs wrapped around her legs.

These people were precisely the Saints and Saintesses of the Heavenly Demon Sacred Land.

Among them, the woman with leopard-print thigh-highs suddenly frowned and spoke coldly: "I feel my sister's aura getting closer and closer. Hmph, as expected, she was captured by the humans of the East Sea Region."

"Hua Duoduo, do not let personal feelings affect the Holy War." A man with horns beside her said in a deep voice, "It is indeed heartbreaking that your sister was captured. But as long as we break through the defensive lines of Tianji Holy Land, we can naturally rescue her."

"Hmph, I know." Hua Duoduo turned her face away, her tone full of resentment yet helplessness.

—

Above the Yan Kingdom next to Great Qian, a giant black Flying Shuttle was slowly moving toward the Yan Kingdom's Imperial City.

It seemed slow but contained the power of space; every flicker crossed a thousand miles, fast enough to be jaw-dropping.

The surface of the shuttle was covered with eerie runes, exuding thick Devilish Qi—the demonic cultivators of Ten Thousand Demon Palace had arrived.

At the top of the shuttle stood a red-haired man with a cold face and a gaze like a knife.

Hu Jia, one of the Saints of Ten Thousand Demon Palace, at Soul Transformation Perfection.

Beside him stood six other Saints and Saintesses, each with a powerful aura and unique appearance—

Hu Wei, the White-haired Witch, with a cultivation of Soul Transformation Perfection, was the strongest in this team besides Hu Jia. She wore a white dress, her hair was as white as snow, and her face was exquisite but without any expression, her whole body exuding a coldness that kept people at a distance.

Barbarian Demon, at Soul Transformation Perfection, carried a giant axe larger than himself on his back. His muscles were knotted, and just standing there gave off a mountain-like pressure.

Moon Demon, at Soul Transformation Late Stage, wore a black robe with his face hidden under a hood, revealing only a pair of dark eyes that seemed capable of swallowing all light.

Hungry Demon, at Soul Transformation Middle Stage, had an incredibly hot figure, skin like snow, a waist as slender as a willow, and legs that were straight and powerful. Every part of her body exuded eight hundred schemes.

Her pupils were crimson, and there was a complex pattern on her forehead, like some mysterious mark. Every frown and smile set one's heart on fire.

There were also two Saintesses—one with green hair long enough to drag on the ground, like a willow tree spirit. Indeed, she was the Witch Liu Yao.

The other looked like a harmless little loli with exquisite features and a sweet smile, but her eyes were full of the vicissitudes of time, making one shudder. This was Mo Luo.

Behind the seven Saints and Saintesses stood a crowd of demonic cultivators, with cultivations ranging from Core Formation to Nascent Soul, densely packed, numbering over a hundred.

"It seems the task the Hall Master gave us will be easily completed." The White-haired Witch Hu Wei suddenly spoke and began to laugh eerily. "The several powers in this area don't even have a single Void Refinement expert, and powers with Soul Transformation experts guarding them are few and far between. Taking them down will be as easy as turning over a hand."

"Jie jie jie—" Hungry Demon followed with a laugh, her crimson pupils full of cruelty. "So that means we can go on a killing spree? It's been a long time since I've tasted the scent of fresh blood."

Hu Jia glanced at her indifferently and spoke calmly: "The Hall Master is protecting us, preventing us from participating in high-end warfare too early. Killing some small fry is fine, but don't delay the main business."

Barbarian Demon, carrying his giant axe, nodded slightly in agreement.

The shuttle continued forward, Devilish Qi filling the air and covering half the sky. Every time it passed a Yan Kingdom city, in less than fifteen minutes, the cultivators in the city were slaughtered, and corpses littered the fields. Mortals, however, were unharmed—not because Ten Thousand Demon Palace was merciful, but because their Hall Master still had use for Mortals and couldn't kill them now.

When the news reached the ears of the Yan Kingdom's ruler, the old king was completely terrified. He slumped on the dragon throne, his face pale, his lips trembling for a long time, unable to utter a single word.

His many beloved concubines and children had already packed their belongings and fled as soon as the news arrived, dispersing without even leaving a word of farewell.

In the blink of an eye, the vast imperial palace was mostly empty, leaving only a few old eunuchs shivering in the corners.

The old king sat in the empty hall, looking at the discarded silks, satins, and shattered teacups and jade vessels, and suddenly laughed.

As he laughed, tears began to flow.

"Run, all of you run." He murmured to himself, stood up tremblingly, straightened his clothes and crown, and sat back properly on the dragon throne. "This is my Yan Kingdom. Even if I die, I must live and die with the Yan Kingdom."

Outside the window, Devilish Qi blotted out the sky, and the shadow of the shuttle grew closer and closer.

The old king closed his eyes, and it was as if he could still hear the sound of bells and drums and the cheers of the officials from when he ascended the throne.

Now, only the wailing of the wind and the faint demonic roars from afar remained.

He gripped the armrests of the dragon throne and straightened his back. Even in death, he had to look like a king.

"Old thing, come out and meet your death!"