Disciples of the Demonic Sect drove various foul magical treasures, releasing countless ferocious roaring resentful souls and vicious spirits. These formed demonic clouds and ghostly shadows that blotted out the sky, attempting to devour and corrupt the sword light.
The collision between demonic qi and sword qi produced deafening explosions. Energy storms swept in all directions, tearing open deep, bottomless ravines in the dark red earth of the Scarlet Blood Plain.
The battle was utterly brutal from the very start.
Low-tier disciples fell in swathes like harvested grass. Blood instantly dyed the ground red, and severed limbs flew everywhere.
Elders and deacons at the Heavenly Immortal realm quickly found their respective opponents and engaged in paired slaughter.
Sword astral tore through the air, demonic flames soared to the heavens, and the light from clashing magical treasures illuminated the dim sky. Roars, screams, explosions, and the ringing clash of metal mingled together, composing a bloody and cruel symphony of war.
The entire Scarlet Blood Plain seemed to have turned into a gigantic meat grinder. Lives vanished every moment.
At this time, Chen Ping, the mastermind behind this ferocious war, concealed himself in an extremely hidden void at the edge of the battlefield.
The space around him twisted slightly, forming a perfect barrier of vision and perception. It completely isolated all his aura, energy fluctuations, and even his sense of existence.
He was like a god detached from the mortal world, or the calmest spectator, quietly overlooking the battlefield below where flesh flew and energy raged wildly.
At first, when Chen Ping saw the two sect armies crash together like surging floods, erupting with heaven-shaking energy impact, a barely perceptible trace of admiration flashed in his eyes.
“The scale is indeed considerable. This collision of sword qi and demonic qi has reached an energy level approaching that of higher immortals.”
“Monks of the Tenth Heaven certainly have unique insights in the application of power and battle formation coordination.”
As the fighting continued and he watched disciples from both sides fall like mown grass, blood staining the earth red, Chen Ping’s expression gradually returned to an ancient-well-like calm, even carrying a hint of indifference.
“War, no matter where it occurs, is always so cruel and ugly in essence.” “The struggle for resources, clashes of ideals, drives of interest… in the end, all are filled with lives.”
“These cultivators may each have their own stance and beliefs, but in the face of death, they appear so equal and insignificant.”
When he saw a Heavenly Immortal realm elder from the Xuantian Sword Sect use an exquisite “Light-Dividing Shadow Sword” technique to consecutively slay three demonic sect deacons of the same realm, only to suffer backlash from demonic arts and vomit blood with severe injuries, Chen Ping’s gaze lingered for a moment.
“The swordsmanship is good, but it pursues sharpness too much, with slight deficiencies in defence. Moreover, in the circulation of mana, there seems to be an old injury not yet healed?”
“It appears the Xuantian Sword Sect is not entirely monolithic. There may be some internal issues.”
Chen Ping now observed like a chess player studying pieces, analysing the strengths and weaknesses of both sides, preparing for possible future variables.
When an elder from the Myriad Souls Demonic Sect sacrificed a Myriad Souls Banner, summoning tens of thousands of ferocious souls to form a ghostly domain that temporarily trapped a squad of sword cultivators and subjected them to cruel soul-devouring, Chen Ping’s brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.
“Refining souls and seizing spirits harms heaven’s harmony. Such methods truly deserve extermination. However, judged by the laws and moral standards of this realm, perhaps it is merely standard for the demonic path?”
Chen Ping’s expression showed no great fluctuation most of the time. He maintained the demeanour of an observer calm to the extreme.
In his mind, he silently calculated the consumption on both sides, assessed the bottom line of strength for those Heavenly Immortal realm experts, and deduced possible directions the battle might take.
“Fight on. The more intense the better, the greater the consumption the better. Only if both sides suffer heavy losses, or one achieves a pyrrhic victory, can the Myriad Beasts Gate gain true breathing room, or even… profit as the fisherman.”
A cold smile appeared on Chen Ping’s face.
The battle lasted several days. Both sides paid an extremely heavy price. More than ten Heavenly Immortal realm elders had fallen, and the disciples under their sects suffered casualties too numerous to count.
In the end, the flames of war inevitably burned towards the core area of the Scarlet Blood Plain, the outskirts of the Myriad Souls Demonic Sect headquarters.
