8: Chapter 8 Blood Array Devours Corpses - Vengeful Spirits Return to the Coffin

The Innate Demon God and the Four Great Fierce Beast Kings, who had been locked in combat, all ceased their fighting and looked toward the bronze coffin in shock.

The two armies engaged in battle also instinctively ceased their hostilities, their faces filled with horror.

The once noisy and seething battlefield of heaven and earth was now silent; countless eyes were fixed on the bronze coffin and the dense, eerie group of newcomers.

The pupils of the Innate Demon God, including Hongjun, Ancestor Luo Hou, Qingtian, Zulong, and Wangshu, constricted sharply.

"Jiang Chen!" Ancestor Luo Hou whispered involuntarily.

Everyone's expression was extremely grave.

The Four Great Fierce Beast Kings also looked on with vigilance, warnings flashing in their minds—Jiang Chen had arrived in person; could it be that he intended to intervene in this battle?

The four Daluo Golden Immortals standing before the coffin were none other than the Four Great Corpse Kings of the Undead Clan.

Shi Hou slowly lifted his hood, revealing a hideous and terrifying face.

"Continue your fighting; there is no need to concern yourselves with us."

"We are only responsible for collecting the corpses."

He grinned, revealing a row of scarlet fangs. His smile was cold and chilling, as if it were a whisper from the depths of the netherworld.

Upon hearing these words, everyone's faces turned ashen.

So, they were fighting here for their lives, giving their all, yet in the eyes of others, they were merely a group of corpses waiting to be collected? If they were to fall one day, they would also become just another body in a pile of corpses...

Thinking of this, Hongjun and the others, along with the Four Great Fierce Beast Kings, felt anger surging within them. Cold light like blades shone in their eyes, and their killing intent was directed straight at the group of black-robed figures, wishing they could annihilate them all!

Among the Innate Demon God, the most hot-tempered Ancestor Leiting could no longer hold back. He suddenly pointed at the ancient bronze coffin and shouted sternly: "Jiang Chen! Not only do you refuse to help us resist the Ferocious Beast Clan, but you have actually led the Undead Race to this battlefield of heaven and earth to collect corpses! Do you even acknowledge the existence of us Innate Demon God in your eyes?!"

"Could it be—that you intend to make an enemy of the entire Primordial World?!"

When these words were spoken, the expressions of the Four Great Corpse Kings suddenly turned cold. This was no longer just an accusation; it was a condemnation that struck at their very core.

"So noisy and unbearable!"

In an instant, a hand as pale as snow slowly reached out from the bronze coffin. As soon as the palm appeared, the entire firmament plunged into darkness, as if all light had been swallowed up, leaving everyone in total blackness.

Whether it was the Innate Demon God or the Four Great Fierce Beast Kings, all were terrified—they discovered they were unable to move, as if they had been firmly suppressed by some indescribable, terrifying will.

In this boundless darkness, only that snow-white palm shone brilliantly, illuminating the void, revealing a hint of an indescribable, sacred aura amidst its demonic nature.

With a single grasp of that hand, Ancestor Leiting had no power to resist, and his body was dragged directly toward the bronze coffin.

"No—save me—!"

He screamed hoarsely, begging Hongjun and the others for help. Hongjun was about to strike, but in that instant, a cold and ruthless voice rang out in his heart:

"Those who obstruct shall be erased."

As the voice fell, no one dared to act rashly again. They could only watch helplessly as Ancestor Leiting was dragged into the bronze coffin, his aura completely extinguished, as if he had never existed.

The battlefield was deathly silent. Everyone stared at the coffin with fearful eyes. Everything had happened too quickly; in less than a breath, an Innate Magic God had fallen!

What kind of terrifying entity was hidden within that coffin?

Shi Hou, seeing their panicked expressions, curled his lips and sneered: "Now, is there anyone else who disagrees?"

"Rest assured, our Undead Clan will not participate in the battle; we only collect corpses. Fight if you wish; the harder you fight, the more we gain."

After saying this, the Four Great Corpse Kings looked at each other and nodded, then dispersed to stand around the bronze coffin, chanting obscure incantations in low voices. In an instant, a massive blood-red array spread out from the bottom of the coffin, quickly covering the entire battlefield.

As the array patterns appeared, the bodies of all those who had died on the battlefield—whether Innate Beings or descendants of the Ferocious Beast Clan—were completely absorbed into the array, and even the remaining blood was sucked dry.

At the same time, a huge black vortex appeared above the bronze coffin, and all the negative energy permeating the battlefield—grudges, malice, and the lingering obsessions of dead souls—rushed into it madly, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea.

Shi Hou turned to look at the one hundred thousand members of the Undead Clan behind him and laughed loudly: "Children! The Ancestor eats the meat, and we drink the soup! How much you can drink depends entirely on your own abilities!"

Before his voice had even faded, the Four Great Corpse Kings and over one hundred thousand members of the Undead Clan opened their mouths in unison, greedily devouring the churning grudges and malice in the air.

Watching this scene, the Innate Demon God and the Four Great Fierce Beast Kings could only stand by in silence, feeling extremely stifled.

They were fighting and bleeding, struggling for their lives, while others were calmly collecting corpses on the sidelines, like diners waiting for the leftovers of a feast.

How ironic! How humiliating!

But no one dared to move. The fate of Ancestor Leiting was still fresh in their minds—before he could even draw another breath, he had been utterly destroyed in body and soul. Such a deterrent made everyone tremble with fear, and their gazes toward the bronze coffin and the Undead Clan were filled with dread.

Should they continue to fight?

This thought quietly emerged in the mind of every powerhouse.

The Innate Demon God looked at each other, and the Four Great Fierce Beast Kings also appeared hesitant.

"Fight," Zulong whispered through gritted teeth. "This is the only chance. Since Jiang Chen is not taking action, he must truly be watching from the sidelines."

Although he said this, his expression was extremely ugly. The other Magic Gods felt the same—once they had sat high above the nine heavens, overlooking all living beings, but now they were being toyed with by Jiang Chen in the palm of his hand.

The Four Great Fierce Beast Kings sensed that Zulong and the others were rekindling their fighting spirit, and warnings arose in their hearts. In truth, they had long since wanted to retreat—the Ferocious Beast Clan was already at a disadvantage in this battle, and with Shen Ni absent, they were simply no match for the Innate Demon God.

Hongjun seemed to perceive their intention and immediately shouted: "Fellow Daoists! Let us join forces to encircle and suppress them; do not let them escape!"

"Agreed!"

In an instant, the Innate Demon God quickly surrounded the Four Great Fierce Beast Kings, each bringing out their magical treasures. Radiant light soared into the sky, and surging killing intent swept across the wilderness.

"Since you insist on starting a war, why should my Ferocious Beast Clan fear you?!" Chaos King roared in response.

"Kill!"

"Kill—!"

The great battle erupted once again. This time, both sides unleashed unprecedented combat power, far exceeding their previous limits.

The reason was simple—the Undead Clan was waiting quietly on the sidelines, ready to collect their corpses at any moment.

No one was willing to have their soul devoured after death and become resources for others. To survive, they had no choice but to give their all and fight to the death.

Inside the bronze coffin, Jiang Chen gazed indifferently at the intense battle outside. His aura was unpredictable; at times, he seemed like a god descended to earth, holy and solemn; at other times, he seemed like a netherworld of ghosts, cold and sinister, making him unfathomable.

Deep within his chest, a blood-colored lotus was slowly rotating, and at the heart of the lotus, a bead as black as ink flickered on and off, emitting an eerie, faint light.

"Fight, fight to your heart's content."

"All struggles will eventually pave the way for me."

"Hahaha—"

At the foot of Mount Buzhou, the winds and clouds churned over the battlefield of heaven and earth.

Since the appearance of the Undead Clan, the Innate Beings and the Ferocious Beast Clan had once again fallen into a brutal slaughter. Everyone's eyes were bloodshot; even if it meant having their souls scattered, they would drag their enemies to the grave with them.

Yet in the center of the battlefield, a simple, ancient bronze coffin stood silently. More than one hundred thousand black-robed figures surrounded it, silently devouring the grudges and killing intent permeating the battlefield, like the gaping maw of an abyss, greedily consuming the pain of all living beings.

They were completely out of place with the rest of the battlefield, yet no one dared to approach, nor did anyone dare to intervene, for fear of bringing disaster upon themselves.