Escaping Death, Only to Face Another Calamity (Continued)

Chongjing's clones originate from his innate divine Divine Ability, and are completely different from the temporary clones summoned by Technique Method or martial arts. They are living beings, almost like external avatars. Once sacrificed, they cannot return to his body, and Chongjing's Cultivation Body will be permanently reduced to 80% and cannot be recovered. However, as the Demon Emperor, he believes he has such an obligation to open up a path to survival for his people.

The question is, can we find an opportunity? Will the other side become careless and let their guard down?

Chongjing was completely uncertain. From beginning to end, the other person's emotions remained unchanged. They showed neither surprise at the unexpected nor joy at having everything under control, as if they were truly an emotionless deity, unmoved by external things. Could such a person really be fooled?

Just as Chongjing was filled with trepidation, he heard an unexpected answer.

"You can leave now."

Upon hearing the answer, he was so shocked that his Chongjing even wandered. Immediately afterward, a sense of lingering fear arose. If the other party had deliberately used that sentence to make him careless and expose a weakness so that they could take advantage of the situation, they would undoubtedly have succeeded.

However, Tu Wangyue did not make a move, so after the fear subsided, Chongjing found it even more unbelievable.

"You're going to let me leave?"

"Yes," Tu Wangyue readily admitted.

"Why?"

"Born in hardship, die in comfort; Human Race needs a formidable enemy like the Demon Race."

Chongjing, who was leading his people in their struggle for victory, couldn't understand the other side's thoughts at all. At the same time, an uncontrollable anger was rising in his heart. "What do you take my people for? A whetstone for your Human Race?"

Tu Wangyue neither denied it nor offered any further explanation, but instead asked, "Are you going to refuse?"

His Chongjing widened in shock, his tightly clenched hands trembled uncontrollably, veins throbbed on his forehead, and the sword wound on his chest reopened, blood gushing out.

Death would undoubtedly be easier and preserve one's dignity, but only by living can one have the chance to make a comeback, even if it is just a humble and wretched existence.

"... The Sacred Sword is not omnipotent; you will pay the price for letting the tiger return to the mountain today!"

For the sake of his people, even though his heart was filled with the indignation of being humiliated, Chongjing had no choice but to accept the mercy offered by his enemy. However, when he looked up to etch the other person's appearance into his mind, a figure suddenly appeared and overlapped with him.

"So that's how it is. It was you who widened the gap in the seal, allowing us to break free from the abyss's shackles!"

Chongjing was initially shocked, then even more puzzled. "What exactly are you plotting...? I've heard of the Mohist School's philosophy, could it be that you want to achieve 'great unification'?"

But he immediately denied it himself. "No! If you wanted to use our clan's invasion to achieve the goal of unification, you shouldn't have stopped me, at least not now. You should have waited until our clan had completely destroyed the order of the Northern Continent before stepping forward as a savior. That way, it would have been easier to gain the support of the common people and to rightfully take over power. But acting now would only bring you the reputation of a hero, without any real benefit."

As he muttered to himself, he secretly observed Tu Wangyue with his eyes, but to his disappointment, Tu Wangyue neither refuted him nor showed any emotion, remaining indifferent as if she were listening to something that had nothing to do with her.

"It seems your Mohist School isn't as glamorous as it's portrayed. This Sacred Sword is probably stained with the blood of many innocents. I really want to see if, one day, your comrades stand on the opposite side, you can still resolutely swing this sword at them."

Tu Wangyue spoke up, "You can continue speaking here, but you must understand that every minute you delay here increases the danger to your people. If they die in battle during this time, it will be because of you that they have died in vain."

Chongjing; he realized that he could not win an argument with his opponent, whether in battle or debate.

"Aren't you afraid I'll spread this around?"

"No one will believe the enemy leader's words, and although I won't kill you, you might not make it back alive. You'd better watch yourself."

The battle outside the sword formation reached a stalemate. The Demon Race had the advantage of having a large number of Demon General, while the Human Race had the advantage of a higher average level and had set up a formation in advance. More importantly, both sides were somewhat distracted.

It wasn't that they were distracted during the battle, but rather that they both knew very well that the main characters in this battle were not them, but the Demon Emperor and the Holy Maiden. Once the battle in the sword formation was decided, this side would be over. Therefore, neither side went all out, nor were they in a hurry to fight desperately. Six out of ten moves were defensive.

Si Ming, the only one with the ability to decide the outcome of the battlefield and who didn't need to consider the whims of the Demon Emperor and the Holy Maiden, was also held back by the two Demon Kings. It wasn't that he couldn't win, but rather that he was hesitant to act rashly. Whenever he tried to convert his accumulated advantage into victory and end the battle in one fell swoop, the two Demon Kings would attack the sword formation without hesitation.

Si Ming wasn't sure if this sword formation could withstand the ultimate move of Demon King. After all, it seemed to be an inward-facing formation, and the Holy Maiden hadn't told him about the maximum damage it could withstand before the battle. If it were breached by the enemy and affected the battle inside, he would lose all face. He had promised the Holy Maiden that she would deal with the Demon Emperor while he would provide support.

Left with no other choice, even knowing the enemy's intentions, they had to intervene and stop them, thus giving the two Demon Kings, Zhen Hu and Chang Qing, a chance to catch their breath.

I should have tested it beforehand.

As Si Ming was muttering to himself, he suddenly sensed a rapid change in the aura within the sword formation. Was a result about to be decided? Who had won?

Everyone, including the demons, stopped fighting and turned to look at the sword formation, anticipating the final outcome.

With a deafening explosion, the sword formation collapsed, and an injured figure flew out from within—it was Tu Wangyue.

"The Saintess has been defeated!"

Everyone was startled, while the Demon General all showed wild joy.

"The Saintess has been defeated?"

Si Ming cursed inwardly. The legendary Mohist School Sacred Sword was so unreliable; it was truly better in person than it sounded. Martial Uncle Xiao had even specifically instructed him to observe it carefully. Could it be that he wanted him to understand that the Sacred Sword wasn't as powerful as he imagined, and was just a showy but ultimately worthless weapon? Or was it that the Holy Maiden was actually holding a fake?

But after grumbling, he refocused on the two demons. Once the Holy Maiden was defeated, he would inevitably take control of the battle. He figured that even if the Mohist School Sacred Sword was weak, it should still be able to severely injure the Demon Emperor. As long as he dealt with the two Demon King first, dealing with a heavily injured Demon Emperor would not be difficult.

In this battle, he and the Holy Maiden are a double insurance; even if the Demon Emperor can defeat one opponent, he is destined not to win against the second.

In the instant of their surprise, Zhen Hu and Chang Qing felt a strong sense of crisis surge into their hearts. The two demons suddenly realized something: without the sword formation that made them hesitant to attack, Mad Ink wouldn't need to be distracted by defense. Didn't that mean they would have to bear all of the enemy's wrath?

The period during which the Demon Emperor intervened to help them was undoubtedly the most dangerous. If they were unlucky, one of them could be killed. Given the terrifying strength the Demon Emperor had displayed, he was fully capable of doing so.

Just as everyone and the demons were lost in their own thoughts, Tu Wangyue, who had been sent flying backward, shouted a warning, "Be careful, the Demon Emperor's clone is about to self-destruct!"

Holy crap!

Of the ten people present, probably nine of them had those two words pop into their minds: the Demon Emperor's clone was probably not much stronger, and Void Returning Great Grandmaster level—this was going to destroy the world!

Fortunately, as Spirit Transformation Grandmaster, everyone reacted swiftly, turning and fleeing immediately, without even having time to celebrate the Holy Maiden's victory—forcing the opponent to self-destruct their clone was undoubtedly a victory.

From within the sword formation, a blind bird with a gruesome blood hole in its chest wobbled out, blood continuously gushing from the hole, while the Yao Qi within its body surged violently, rising ever higher.

The next moment, a burst of crimson light erupted from the bloody hole in the giant bird's chest, quickly transforming into a colossal explosion. The violent Yao Qi swept across all directions, ravaging everything tangible and intangible. Its domineering and ruthless force seemed poised to shatter the vast universe, and space itself appeared unable to withstand it. As the airflow exploded and surged, it stretched and twisted, creating countless overlapping phantoms, as if it had split into hundreds of parallel worlds.