Four Demon Ancestors led demon tribe powerhouses in a fierce assault on Jialan Peak, keeping the group of Martial Saints and Martial Kings fully occupied.

The four Grand Marshals, who had returned to the command camp to discuss subsequent battle strategies, had no choice but to personally rush to support the breached section of the Guiyan Three Peaks Formation.

Cangqiong Ridge is the longest mountain range among the Five Regions.

Its northern end stretches to the Northern Sea, its southern reaches extend to the Tianshui River in the Southern Borderlands, its western side borders the Central Plains, and its eastern side faces the Eastern Wastes.

Even if the Sword Lord and the others flew at full speed from the command camp to provide support, it would still take a considerable amount of time.

If the demon tribe took advantage of this window to break into the Five Regions, as long as they mixed into deep mountains and old forests, mountain caves and subterranean caverns, or hid in rural villages, it would be extremely troublesome to root them out one by one.

After all, in areas densely populated by humans, powerhouses at the Martial King level and above couldn't chase down the demon tribe with large-scale, unrestrained attacks, as it was easy to accidentally injure civilians.

The Sword Lord stood on a great sword and was also controlling three other swords, carrying Li Lingyue, Chen Jing, and Li Chengqian.

In terms of flight speed, the Sword Lord was the fastest among them.

Even while distracted controlling four flying swords like this, he was still the fastest.

Li Lingyue frowned.

"It's too late. That group of demons who broke through the defense line is almost within the range of towns already..."

Li Lingyue's spiritual sense ability was stronger than the Sword Lord's.

However, her "spiritual sense" was a broad concept.

The town that the demon tribe, led by the Four-Eyed Spiritual Monkey, was about to reach was called Wangshan Town.

Within the town, there was a temple dedicated to Li Lingyue's worship.

She could perceive the surroundings of her Golden Body through the Golden Body in the temple, as if that Golden Body also possessed spiritual sense ability.

However, currently, all Li Lingyue could do was limited to perception; she couldn't yet make the Golden Body move freely.

Chen Jing had better eyesight. Looking into the distance, he saw something in the western sky that seemed like a dark cloud drifting over.

"What is that? It looks like a dark cloud, but the colors inside are very rich."

It was too far away; even the Sword Lord couldn't see clearly.

At this moment, the defending soldiers in Wangshan Town were trembling with fear.

For the past two or three years, martial powerhouses from the Five Regions and the demon tribe had been fighting fiercely in the great mountains to the east.

Every so often, earth-shattering booms would echo from the mountains; even from this far away, the sounds could be heard.

There were also intense flashes of light illuminating the night sky.

To ordinary mortals, these disturbances were no different from gods fighting.

At first, everyone had fled.

Later, seeing that the demon tribe couldn't break through, they returned to live in the town.

Who would have thought that today, the demon tribe would suddenly launch a fierce attack!

All over the mountains and plains, bizarrely shaped, ferocious-faced, fierce-eyed demon tribe members surged forth like a tidal wave from the great mountains to the east amidst roars and howls!

The martial artists defending against them had been defeated.

No one could stop them from charging into Wangshan Town.

Now, there wasn't even time to flee.

"We're doomed."

On the city gate tower, the soldiers said, trembling.

They had already lost the will to resist, as it was utterly meaningless.

Right at that moment, a shadow drifted over from the west, gradually covering the entire town.

In the town, the common people who had already fallen into despair looked up in confusion.

They saw countless Spirit Artifacts of all shapes, colors, and varieties hanging on the drifting black mists.

"What are those swords, spears, staffs, and clubs?"

"They seem to be the Spirit Artifacts used by the martial lords."

"There are only Spirit Artifacts, no masters?"

Above this demonic cloud, a figure surrounded by radiating sword energy, like a white meteor, plummeted down fiercely, landing directly in the path of the advancing demon horde.

The newcomer was none other than...

You!

Before you, were tens of thousands of demon tribe members charging down the mountain like tigers!

Behind you, were the myriad lights of countless homes in the Five Regions!

At this moment, in your hands, there was no Evolution Reliant, but there were iron fists that could make the demon tribe cry 'Daddy'!

"Starfall!"

You opened with your ultimate move.

Three stars descended from the heavens. Under your meticulous control, they didn't completely shatter upon impact but instead piled up into three great mountains, blocking the path in front of Wangshan Town.

These three star impacts shook the earth and mountains, crushing countless demon tribe members to death.

The tremors from all directions lasted for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

You ascended the star-formed mountain, spread your arms wide, and spoke in a resonant voice.

"Ten Thousand Artifacts Return to the Source!"

This wasn't an attack.

It was you issuing a command to the group of awakened, intelligent Spirit Artifacts.

But they didn't listen to you.

From above the demonic cloud, the voice of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner rang out.

"Ten Thousand Artifacts Return to the Source!"

Instantly, all the Spirit Artifacts transformed into streaks of meteors, plummeting fiercely from the sky, like a super-massive floating Gatling gun opening fire!

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!"

The group of Spirit Artifacts didn't care about their inherent abilities or effects; right now, they were all using the most simple and unadorned method of physical attack—dropping objects from a great height!

"Bang bang bang!!"

The demon tribe members all over the mountains and plains encountered the overwhelming barrage of Spirit Artifacts. They were smashed into disorientation and confusion, and their forward momentum was immediately halted.

The banner surface of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner fluttered in the wind as it commanded the battle from the air.

"Zhen's subjects! Zhen is with you!"

After landing, the group of Spirit Artifacts shouted in unison.

"Long live the Holy Emperor!!"

"Zhen's subjects! Follow Zhen into battle!!"

"The Holy Emperor is mighty!"

"Zhen's subjects..."

You: "Stop giving speeches here, damn it! Do something useful!"

A certain Spirit Artifact, hearing your words, felt indignant on behalf of their emperor. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

"This servant truly has no manners."

Seeing that the demon tribe in the rear continued to charge forward fearlessly, you clenched your fists.

The demon tribe's strictest father had returned!

You hoisted the sound system onto your shoulder and charged right into the midst of the demon horde!

♫ Though we haven't sworn brotherhood~ I believe we were fated in a past life...

You rode a flying sword, skimmed low over the ground, sprinted at full speed, and blasted forward the entire way!

Any demon tribe member below the Golden Body realm you collided with exploded on the spot!

Any demon tribe member below the Spirit Condensation realm you hit was either killed or crippled!

It was as if you had entered a land without demons, charging recklessly and sweeping all before you!

The demon tribe tried to stop you, but with a hundredfold enhancement of your Vitality Energy, coupled with a hundredfold reduction in the damage you received, they were powerless against you.

Even those demon tribe members skilled in demonic arts, when they cast their spells on you, it was like performing a magic trick—it basically caused no harm!

Can't stop him! Absolutely can't stop him!

Can't escape! Completely can't escape!

Viewed from high above, you transformed into a streak of white light, ricocheting back and forth within the demon horde, occasionally exploding into a cloud of blood mist or a shower of severed limbs and torn bodies.

This scene was like the droplet in the Two-Thousand Space Firecrackers, crashing through humanity's three great space fleets!

"Absorb!!"

What was even more deadly was that you also had the Demon Refining Pot in your hand.

When you activated the Demon Refining Pot, its terrifying mouth opened wide. Demon tribe members whose cultivation level was lower than yours basically had no power to resist; they were all sucked in!

In the blink of an eye, they were refined into pools of blood!

This efficiency was much faster than the Ten Thousand Souls Banner's soul-refining assembly line!