Yuan Futong's Surprise Attack on the Great Shang Army, Severely Wounding Nine Infants!

Yuan Futong's residence.

The man in black sat upright in the seat of honor.

Yuan Futong and the seventy-two feudal lords all looked at the man in black with utmost respect.

The man in black said coldly, "Yuan Futong, by my command, the seventy-two feudal lords will split into four forces at midnight tonight and launch a surprise attack on the Great Shang Dynasty army's encampment!"

"Among the Great Shang Dynasty's forces, you, Yuan Futong, will lead the great demons to deal with the Mo Family Four Generals."

"I will deal with Wen Zhong myself. Do you all understand?"

"Whoever dares slack off, I will personally execute them and ensure their souls never enter reincarnation!"

"Yes, Lord Demon Saint!"

Yuan Futong and the seventy-two feudal lords answered with utmost respect.

Time slipped away in the blink of an eye.

Midnight.

The seventy-two feudal lords split into four forces, all clad in black armor, and flew toward the Great Shang Dynasty army's encampment under cover of night.

At once, a chilling aura of slaughter swept across the entire North Sea.

The man in black concealed himself and closely followed the army through the void tens of thousands of meters above.

At this moment, inside the central command tent of the Great Shang Dynasty army's encampment, Wen Zhong and the other generals were discussing how to wipe out Yuan Futong and the other rebel forces.

Just then, a furious voice rang out inside the central command tent.

"Not good, enemy attack!!!"

"The enemy is coming from all directions! Quickly report to Grand Preceptor Wen!"

Inside the central command tent, Grand Preceptor Wen, the Mo Family Four Generals, Deng Jiugong, Deng Chanyu, and the other generals sprang to their feet in alarm.

In an instant, Grand Preceptor Wen was the first to flash out of the central command tent, with the Mo Family Four Generals right behind him.

After leaving the central command tent, Grand Preceptor Wen and the Mo Family Four Generals rushed at top speed toward the outer perimeter of the army.

In an instant, Grand Preceptor Wen and the Mo Family Four Generals arrived at the army's outermost perimeter.

Grand Preceptor Wen and the Mo Family Four Generals saw dense masses of demon soldiers in black armor filling the skies.

Grand Preceptor Wen shouted, "Don't panic! Quickly form up and wipe out the rebels!"

As soon as Grand Preceptor Wen finished speaking, the Great Shang Dynasty army defended against the assault while swiftly forming battle formations.

Just then, Grand Preceptor Wen saw the seventy-two great demons launching attacks on the Great Shang army.

For a time, an earth-shattering battle erupted across the entire island.

The Mo Family Four Generals each faced one of the top great demons under Yuan Futong's command.

Upon seeing Yuan Futong, Grand Preceptor Wen said furiously, "Yuan Futong, tonight I will settle all of you once and for all!"

Yuan Futong sneered. "Wen Zhong, aren't you afraid the wind will cut your tongue for boasting so wildly?"

"Your cultivation realm is only a hair above mine!"

Grand Preceptor Wen said coldly, "Words are useless. Tonight, I'll let you taste the might of the Purple-Gold Divine Sword!"

Yuan Futong gave a sinister laugh. "Heh, heh, Wen Zhong, tonight is your day of death."

After speaking, Yuan Futong respectfully bowed toward the void. "Lord Demon Saint, please take action and thoroughly dispose of Wen Zhong!"

When Grand Preceptor Wen saw Yuan Futong's actions, his heart immediately jolted.

Just then, a cold snort sounded.

"Yuan Futong, why haven't you withdrawn? Go slaughter the other Great Shang powerhouses!"

"Wen Zhong will be dealt with personally by me!"

As the voice in the void faded, a black figure appeared out of thin air in the air opposite Grand Preceptor Wen.

Grand Preceptor Wen's face changed drastically. "Who are you? Who exactly are you?"

"You dare interfere in the Great Shang Dynasty's campaign to wipe out the rebels?"

The man in black sneered. "Heh, heh. Who I am is none of your concern, Wen Zhong—you are not qualified to know!"

"Wen Zhong, all you need to know is that today is your day of death."

Wen Zhong's expression turned grave. "Hmph, I am a disciple of Golden Spirit Holy Mother of the Interception Sect. You dare kill me?"

"Are you not afraid that the Interception Sect will tear you to pieces and cast your soul into the Nine Nether Hells?"

The man in black said coldly, "Hmph, Wen Zhong, no matter what you say, you must die today!"

With that, the man in black suddenly unleashed all his strength.

In an instant, a terrifying aura swept wantonly across the entire North Sea.

The Mo Family Four Generals, Deng Jiugong, Deng Chanyu, and the other Great Shang Dynasty generals all stared at the man in black in shock.

Wen Zhong said in shock, "The Quasi-Saint realm?"

"You're a Quasi-Saint expert? Who exactly are you?"

The man in black sneered. "Wen Zhong, a man about to die has no need to know who I am."

Wen Zhong's expression changed drastically at once.

Just then, a clear, chilly voice reached the ears of Wen Zhong and the man in black.

"With merely early Quasi-Saint cultivation, you sure have a big mouth!"

The man in black was utterly shocked upon hearing that icy voice.

"Who? Who exactly is playing tricks?"

"Show yourself before me at once!!!"

The man in black went fully on guard, his powerful Primordial Spirit sweeping the surroundings.

Just as the man in black cast out his Primordial Spirit to scan the area, a man wearing a platinum-white mask appeared out of thin air in the void not far from him.

"I never expected even you, Nine Infants, to have been dispatched."

"It seems you began plotting against Great Shang long ago."

Hearing the masked man's words, the man in black was deeply shaken.

The man in black said coldly, "I never expected you to know who I am."

"Since you know who I am, then there is no need for me to hide anything!"

"That's right. I am Nine Infants!"

As Nine Infants spoke, he secretly sent a message to Demon Master Kunpeng.

The Mo Family Four Generals, Deng Jiugong, Deng Chanyu, and Great Shang's many generals were all stunned.

They had never expected that Nine Infants, infamous since ancient times, would have come as well.

Nine Infants threatened, "Fellow Daoist, I advise you not to meddle in the affairs between Yuan Futong and the Great Shang Dynasty!"

The man in the white mask said, "Nine Infants, you dare threaten me?"

Nine Infants said coldly, "Heh, heh, I'm merely speaking the truth."

"If you insist on interfering in the affairs between Great Shang and Yuan Futong, then you'd better be prepared to fall!"

The man in the white mask said, "Then I'll deal with all of you at once!"

With that, the man in the white mask unleashed the full extent of his power.

A terrifying aura swept wildly across the entire North Sea.

Seeing the white-masked man unleash his full strength, Nine Infants' face filled with shock.

"Quasi-Saint perfection???"

"You possess Quasi-Saint perfection cultivation? Who exactly are you?"

Before Nine Infants could finish speaking, a terrifying streak of sword light cleaved down toward him!

In an instant, the sword light tore through the void, slaughtering countless Demon Race soldiers with its terrifying force.

Seeing the terrifying sword light, Nine Infants fiercely swung the innate spirit treasure in his hand, the Water-Fire Twin-Bladed Saber, raising a pair of water-and-fire shields before himself!

Yet Nine Infants had still underestimated the sword light's power.

The twin water-and-fire shields were like paper, split cleanly in two by the terrifying sword light.

The terrifying sword light struck directly upon Nine Infants' enormous body.

The terrifying sword light split Nine Infants' enormous body in two.

At once, a terrifying rain of blood fell across the entire North Sea.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Nine Infants let out earth-shaking screams.

In an instant, the entire Demon Race army of the North Sea was scared out of its wits.

Thousands of kilometers away, after fleeing, Nine Infants instantly reassembled his body.

However, Nine Infants' face was deathly pale now, and he had suffered grave injuries.

The man in the white mask was about to swing his sword once more and slay Nine Infants.

A furious voice rang throughout the entire North Sea.

"You have some nerve, daring to slaughter a Demon Saint of my Demon Race!"

At once, a terrifying aura came from the depths of the North Sea.

The white-masked man felt the pressure of Quasi-Saint perfection emanating from the depths of the North Sea.

"Quasi-Saint perfection???"

"This is Demon Master Kunpeng's aura!"