Fantasy: Unparalleled Prince, Conquering the Heavens!-Chapter 686 - 690: Blood Battle_1

In the northern Starfield of the Human forces.

Inside the Myriad Demons Grand Formation, the three Sword Holding Ancestors, their expressions ferocious, raged as they constantly swung their battle swords, unleashing brilliant Immortal Swords in an attempt to shatter the formation.

They had been trapped in the formation for four full days.

On the battlefield, every minute, every second, was incredibly precious.

Even a minute more or less could alter the course of the entire battle.

They had no idea about the situation outside, no idea if the Human Race was safe, and certainly no idea if the Sky Sword Pavilion was secure.

This uncertainty bred panic.

Thus, the three Sword Holding Ancestors were frantic and terrified.

Furthermore, the disciples from the Three Great Sword Peaks who had accompanied them to the front lines were dying at a visible rate, falling under the arrows of the War Demon Army soldiers.

This pained them deeply, filling them with helplessness.

Who would have thought the Heartless Protector would move the Extreme Demon Hall's Mountain-Protecting Grand Formation to the front line?

"We should be successful soon!"

Outside the Myriad Demons Grand Formation, the Heartless Protector stood with his hands clasped behind his back, the corners of his mouth upturned slightly, his eyes filled with anticipation as he mumbled to himself.

Four days had already passed.

The Ten Thousand Poisons Protector should have conquered the Qin Dynasty's Saint's Court and captured many prodigies by now.

However, just then, a message resounded in his mind. His expression changed drastically; shock, bewilderment, despair, and fear flashed across his face.

"Protector, what's wrong?" a War Demon Army general standing nearby asked hastily, seeing the change in the Heartless Protector's expression.

"The Ten Thousand Poisons Protector... he... he's met with disaster!"

The Heartless Protector, still reeling from the shocking news, said weakly, "Relay the order! Retreat immediately!"

"We've lost this battle."

"Utterly and completely lost!"

After issuing the command, the Heartless Protector departed, dejected, with no inclination to deal with the Sky Sword Pavilion disciples trapped within the Myriad Demons Grand Formation.

The Ten Thousand Poisons Protector has fallen!

The War Demon Army general's heart clenched. He swallowed hard, a flicker of panic in his crimson eyes, and hastily led his soldiers away from the area.

With no one in control, the energy of the Myriad Demons Grand Formation rapidly depleted.

A quarter of an hour later, three incomparably sharp Sword Qi tore through the formation inscriptions.

The formation, established by the Extreme Demon Hall at great cost, collapsed with a deafening rumble, dissolving into countless motes of light that vanished, revealing the three Sword Holding Ancestors and numerous Sky Sword Pavilion disciples.

Confusion filled everyone's faces.

What happened? Why did those demons leave in such a hurry?

"Pass the order: clean up the battlefield!"

"Seventh Elder, dispatch scouts to gather intelligence. Those demons from the Extreme Demon Hall wouldn't retreat without reason!"

Still, breaking the formation was a good thing. After calming down, the Sword Holding Ancestor surveyed the corpse-strewn starry sky, a trace of sorrow in his eyes, and ordered in a grim voice.

He understood the Extreme Demon Hall; they were all vengeful individuals.

Having the upper hand, there was absolutely no reason for them to retreat.

"As you command!"

The Seventh Elder stepped forward and saluted respectfully.

She was the only female swordsman among the Sky Sword Pavilion elders. Meticulous and insightful, she was responsible for the Sky Sword Pavilion's intelligence gathering and had made distinguished contributions to the Human Race's stability.

「Qin Dynasty's Saint's Court!」

"A fine one you are, Qin Dynasty's Saint's Court!"

In an unknown expanse of the cosmos, the Flame Demon Elder, who was in a standoff with the Heavenly Sword Immortal, suddenly roared. Endless killing intent erupted from his body, blanketing billions of miles of the starry sky.

Just a moment ago, he had sensed that the Soul Jade Tokens of the Ten Thousand Poisons Protector and the Blood Demon Army General had shattered one after another.

He knew precisely what the shattering of a Soul Jade Token signified.

His two great generals had been slain by the Qin Dynasty's Saint's Court.

Counting these, three Protectors and two major legions of the Extreme Demon Hall had now fallen to the Qin Dynasty's Saint's Court. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

What astonishing losses!

Since its founding, over countless eons, this was the first time the Extreme Demon Hall had suffered such devastating losses.

Its upper echelon of combat power was almost entirely wiped out.

"This time, you Humans have won!"

After taking several deep breaths, the Flame Demon Protector regained his composure. He uttered a fierce threat, then turned and left under the bewildered gaze of the Heavenly Sword Immortal.

We won? But I didn't do anything!

The Heavenly Sword Immortal stroked his chin, his face a mask of confusion.

After pondering for a moment, unable to unravel the mystery, he mounted his Immortal Sword and flew towards the eastern Starfield.

「BOOM! BOOM!」

「BOOM! BOOM!」

Outside the Xuan Ye Minor Thousand World, the sounds of battle thundered, clearly audible even millions of miles away.

"What a bunch of trash!"

"All Humans are ants!"

On the battlefield, Sea Dragon roared with laughter. His Immortal Sword slashed horizontally and vertically, butchering all approaching Qingmu Saint's Court soldiers. A blood mist rose, dyeing an eight-hundred-mile stretch of the star road red.

He was venting his fury, unleashing all his resentment towards the Human Race through slaughter.

The starry sky was littered with mangled corpses. Most belonged to the Qingmu Saint's Court; only a small fraction were from the Molting Dragon Heavenly Court. The loss ratio was approximately fifty to one.

"Your Majesty, the soldiers can barely hold on!"

The battle-worn Great General, wielding his great cleaver and dragging his battered body, cut a path through the battlefield. He approached the Qingmu Saint Lord and reported weakly.

"Even if you can't hold on, you must!"

"Anyone who retreats a single step will be executed on the spot, their entire clan implicated!"

The Qingmu Saint Lord, drenched in blood, roared fiercely.

How could he not be aware of the battlefield's state?

Of the 200,000 soldiers, only just over 80,000 remained, many with missing limbs. Any other legion would have likely crumbled by now.

They've already done exceptionally well. But this world is just so cruel.

"As you command!"

The Great General roared, spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, then, brandishing his great cleaver, charged back into the fray, unleashing a torrent of blood.

One enemy!

Two enemies!

...

After felling thirty-seven enemies, the Great General was pierced by countless spears. His body stiffened, unable to move, the light in his eyes rapidly dimming.

His glorious life ended, frozen forever in this moment.

He recalled his early days: joining the barracks, sweating profusely, shedding his naivety, and becoming a true soldier.

From then on, he embarked on his campaigns.

Battle after battle.

Time and again, he faced death.

The members of the All Clans who had fallen by his hand numbered no less than several hundred thousand.

He had thought he could continue to dictate the life and death of the All Clans, never imagining he would ultimately die at their hands.

When will the Human Race ever be strong enough to stand on its own!

Before death claimed him, the Great General's thoughts were still on the Human Race. Then, he closed his eyes for the last time.

"Old comrade, journey well."

Witnessing this, the Qingmu Saint Lord's heart ached, but the battlefield demanded his full attention. He immediately suppressed his emotions and resumed slaying enemies.

And the Great General's death was merely the beginning.

The Left Prime Minister, Right Prime Minister, State Preceptor, the Chiefs of Staff of the Six Ministries, and other high officials fell one after another.

The surviving army of 80,000 had dwindled to a mere 30,000.

Death seemed to loom over everyone.

"Kill them all—"

Sea Shark stood upon a pile of corpses, raising his war spear high. Its sharp tip swirled with dense Evil Qi as he prepared to end the battle.

However, just then, he sensed an immense power approaching rapidly from the distance. It carried a potent Evil Qi, as if intending to slaughter gods, exterminate immortals, and entomb all life.