Night Raid on the Enemy Camp

Elder Yi sighed, "But by doing this, you'll inevitably give others a handle to use against you. Only a few people can endure such humiliation; the vast majority would draw their swords and fight to the death after just one slap. Reckless courage is the norm."

"So be it. In any case, there are only you and me among the Spirit Transformation Grandmaster in the sect. No matter how dissatisfied they are, there's nothing they can do. Although there's no explicit rule in our sect that only Spirit Transformation Grandmaster can serve as Valley Masters, that's the difference in prestige. When there are Spirit Transformation; when there aren't, we'll consider others."

What you said makes sense, but it just makes me feel frustrated.

"This is the way of life in Medicine King Valley. If you feel stifled, so be it. All the big shots were once small fry. If you don't act like a small fry, how can you act like a big shot?"

Under the bright moonlight, Xia Guanxue practiced the "Linked Mountains Sword Art" dozens of times until sweat beaded on her forehead and heat emanated from her body. Only then did she sheath her sword and stop.

He didn't go back to his room to rest, but instead looked up at the moon in the sky and sighed almost imperceptibly.

"In the dead of night, you come out alone to practice swordplay and gaze at the moon. You certainly have a refined taste." Ying Zhou suddenly walked over.

Xia Guanxue glanced at it and was about to ignore it and leave when something flew over. He subconsciously reached out and caught it, and upon closer inspection, he saw that it was a wine gourd.

Mid-Autumn Festival is almost here...

Ying Zhou looked up at the nearly full moon in the sky and sighed.

Although they didn't say much, they both understood each other. Since neither of them had family, they simultaneously pulled out their corks and took a big gulp.

After that, the two didn't talk to each other, but just silently gazed at the moon and drank wine. After all, neither of them were the type to complain to others, and they would just keep their pain to themselves.

"... I've finished drinking."

Xia Guanxue threw the empty gourd back to Ying Zhou and turned to go back to her room.

Ying Zhou said, "Mid-Autumn Festival is Murong Wu's birthday."

Xia Guanxue paused for a moment, then continued on her way.

Ying Zhou sighed with melancholy, "Alas, life is truly as lonely as the moon!"

Then he received a slap on the head; it was Si Ming.

"Lonely my foot! Young people don't know the taste of sorrow, forcing themselves to write poems about it. Since you're so bored, come with me to investigate the movements of the Demon Race army."

Chapter 820: Exploring the enemy camp at night

The night was still and silent. The grassland under the starry sky was quiet and mysterious. Even the occasional animal cries seemed to be deliberately lowered in volume, as if they were afraid of something. The freshness of the past had disappeared, replaced by a murky, fishy smell.

In the darkness, strange and bizarre Demon Beast of various shapes were hibernating, while some of the larger beasts emitted thunderous roars, causing ripples to spread through the air.

Although Demon Beast lack the discipline of Human Race and do not understand military tactics, they are not entirely without defenses. Some nocturnal Demon Beast do not need to sleep at night and naturally take on the task of nighttime reconnaissance.

"What's the next step? Should we charge in and slaughter those Demon Emperor Demon King they can react?"

Hidden among the dense branches of a large tree, Ying Zhou, concealing his aura, gazed at the dark mass of beasts and inquired.

Si Ming shook his head and said, "It's a tacitly forbidden thing in war for strong people to use their ultimate moves to bombard ordinary soldiers, because if you can do it, the other side can do it too. If everyone uses sneak attacks to kill lower-ranking soldiers, it can easily escalate into mutual massacres of civilians—unless you kill all the other side's strong people, then you can do whatever you want and no one can stop you."

"So we're really here tonight to scout enemy movements? That's so boring." Ying Zhou yawned deeply. "Let's do this during the day. They're resting at night, who knows if they'll suddenly turn around."

Si Ming ignored the grumbling, took out a map, circled several locations on it, and connected them with dotted lines. He pondered, "Judging from the map, they seem to really intend to attack Medicine King Valley, but that doesn't make sense. The War God has already obtained the medicine, so Medicine King Valley has lost its greatest tactical significance. It is located in the wilderness, neither a transportation hub nor a Military School location, so it has no strategic value in terms of geographical location. Moreover, it is hidden in the mountains, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack. Once the Demon Beast army is slowed down, the Human Race army can easily encircle it."

Furthermore, after the fierce battle between the Demon Emperor and Martial Uncle Xiao admitted that he was seriously injured and only had 30% of his Cultivation Body left. Therefore, it was impossible for the Demon Emperor to escape unscathed. Judging from the fact that he was forced to reveal his true form, he must have also been injured. Moreover, when the Military God set up a trap to besiege me last time, the female Demon King was severely injured by me. It was impossible for her to recover in such a short time. The top combat power of the Demon Race has undoubtedly been severely weakened.

With all these unfavorable factors combined, attacking Medicine King Valley was a completely harmful and pointless decision. With the wisdom of Military God, he couldn't possibly be unaware of this. Surely this guy isn't a traitor trying to sabotage the Demon Race?

Si Ming carefully analyzed this possibility and felt that he was overthinking it. Given the Military God's actions, there was no way he would turn back. Even if he eventually betrayed the God of War and claimed that he had to endure humiliation in order to eliminate the Demon Race, people would not forgive him. In particular, the vast network of relationships among the more than ten Spirit Transformation Grandmaster in Nation of Valor who died at the hands of the Demon Race was enough to condemn the Military God to death on the pillar of shame.

Even if we concede that the Military God has truly lost his mind, the Demon Emperor would never agree to such a reckless plan.

"Are we going to fight or not? If not, let's go back. We can still get a good night's sleep if we go back now," Ying Zhou urged.

Si Ming thought for a moment and said, "Fighting is fine too. You rush in and cause a ruckus. Remember, your target is the enemy leader, don't get entangled with the underlings."

"Really?"

Upon hearing that he could unleash a massacre, Ying Zhou immediately perked up, his drowsiness vanishing. But after a moment's thought, he asked doubtfully, "Shall I charge in alone?"

"Okay, I'll protect you from the rear and see how the enemy reacts. If Demon King or Demon Emperor really appears, retreat immediately. I'll hold off the pursuers for you."

Ying Zhou bargained, saying, "If it's Demon King, you don't need to rush to attack. Let me exchange a few blows with him first. I want to see just how much I'm lacking compared to the top experts of this era."

"Stop talking nonsense. This is a battlefield, not a duel in the arena. My strength is not enough to do as I please. If you are seriously injured in the battle, and the Demon Emperor is lurking behind, I may not be able to rescue you," Si Ming solemnly warned. "The most important thing on the battlefield is to obey orders and not act recklessly. Otherwise, I will go back and tell Murong Wu not to treat your injuries in the future, lest you run amok once you recover."

"Tch, are you a primary school student? Playing this tattletale game."

Ying Zhou reluctantly agreed and decided to vent his resentment on the Demon Race. The moment he drew his sword, his whole body was shrouded in Evil Qi, his eyes turned blood red, and he was calm amidst his madness, like a demon god crawling out of hell—he could control the state of Divine Intent Halts Slaughter with ease.

The next moment, he transformed into a streak of black blade light and shot out, heading straight for the location where the Demon Beast army was stationed.

If it were daytime, this blade of light would have been incredibly conspicuous and would have been spotted long ago. But it was nighttime, and although it wasn't pitch black, it wasn't very bright either. By the time the guarding Demon Beast noticed something was wrong, before it could even warn the guard, the blade of light had already pierced through its body, tearing it into a pile of minced flesh.

Ying Zhou charged forward, slaying all the Demon Beast that tried to stop him, carving a path through the carnage. But his undisguised actions were hard to miss, and by the time he reached the central army, even the most soundly asleep Demon Race had already realized what was happening.

"Who is it? How dare they!"

A furious roar erupted from the ground, followed by the sound of metal clashing. The dark blade shattered, and Ying Zhou was thrown back ten feet. However, his face showed no surprise but rather delight as he looked at the burly Demon General who had blocked his way.

"Big Scissors, weren't you blown to bits? How are you still alive?"

The burly man blocking Ying Zhou's way was none other than Hu Jia, the Demon General had fought alongside the Demon King Mengying to ambush Si Ming Hujia during the last war between humans and demons. Although his appearance was vastly different from before, the conspicuous alligator scissors in his hand made Ying Zhou instantly recognize him.

"You'll be disappointed, won't you? We Demon Race who can take human form have already cultivated our Primordial Spirit. As long as the Primordial Spirit is not destroyed, even if the physical body is destroyed, it can be reshaped."