A warrior drains his bowl of wine and never looks back on the thousand-mile march!

After a long while, Tongtian came back to his senses.

"That little brat..."

He laughed as he cursed, yet a faint, gentle light flickered in his usually cold, stern eyes.

Riding a sword upon the wind, slaying demons between heaven and earth!

For the humans, and for Gu Changqing, those "demons" were naturally the Demon Race.

Master and disciple had exchanged few words.

But Tongtian already understood just how steadfast Gu Changqing's Dao Heart was.

No matter what, as a human, he could never stand idly by and watch calamity befall his people.

After pondering for a moment, Tongtian seemed to reach a decision of his own.

"Very well. If you insist on going mad, your master will go mad with you this once!"

"No matter what happens, the Demon Race will not harm a hair on your head..."

With that thought, Tongtian looked toward the Demon Race, once again assuming that soul-shaking air of ruthless resolve.

Elsewhere.

Following Gu Changqing, Ji Ren left the Interception Sect and crossed the East Sea, heading toward the East Sea Shore where the humans lived.

Yet Ji Ren wore a somewhat peculiar expression.

His master had always treated the world as his playground, carefree and unrestrained.

One could even call him utterly uninhibited.

But today was different.

Following behind Gu Changqing, Ji Ren could clearly feel an aura of grim killing intent emanating from him.

Or rather, an air of tragic heroism.

Why was that?

Ji Ren was deeply puzzled.

After a long silence, he finally voiced the question in his heart.

"Master, why are we returning to the humans this time?"

At those words, Gu Changqing, who had been pressing onward with his head lowered, finally paused.

Turning to glance at Ji Ren, Gu Changqing spoke with the ghost of a smile:

"Heh, what if I told you we were going there for a battle that would shake the world?"

"One in which we might both perish. Would you be afraid?"

Ji Ren's expression tightened.

He was, after all, merely a lowly celestial immortal cultivator who had yet to experience much bloodshed. How could his heart remain entirely unruffled?

But in an instant, he steadied himself and answered with a resolute expression:

"Master, this disciple is not afraid!"

"I have the fine wine you bestowed upon me. As long as I drink it, I'll have boundless strength."

"No matter what opponents we face, I can tear them apart one by one."

Seeing Ji Ren put on a show of resolve despite his obvious lack of confidence,

Gu Changqing could not help laughing.

"Ha! Good!"

"With courage like that, you're finally somewhat qualified to be my disciple."

After a pause, Gu Changqing declared with boundless heroic fervor:

"A warrior drains his bowl of wine and never looks back on the thousand-mile march!"

With that, he lifted the Wine Gourd in his hand and struck it hard against Ji Ren's wine jar.

Master and disciple each drank a great mouthful of fine wine.

Then, without another moment's hesitation, they headed toward the humans without looking back.

Meanwhile, among the Demon Race!

At Di Jun's command, the entire Demon Race erupted into restless upheaval.

Demon Clan Beings were brutal by nature and delighted in slaughter.

Now they could massacre countless humans without restraint.

For one thing, human blood and vital essence could be used to forge the Witch-Slaying Sword, which could suppress the Witch Clan.

For another, the Demon Race could feast freely on humans.

Every Demon Clan Being's eyes gleamed with savage eagerness.

That day, led by the Ten Demon Saints, hundreds of millions of elite troops marched forth.

Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, dark figures blotted out the sky and sun, a vast, endless tide.

The sight was even more terrifying and oppressive than their earlier assault on the Purple Mansion Continent.

Di Jun and Taiyi, however, did not accompany them.

After all, such feeble humans were hardly worth the two of them taking action.

The Demon Race's immense mobilization once again drew the attention of all living beings, stirring an uproar.

"Heavens, what is the Demon Race trying to do now?"

"They only sent a million demons to destroy the Purple Mansion Continent."

"But now hundreds of millions have marched forth. They must truly be targeting the Witch Clan this time."

"Will the final battle between witches and demons take place today?"

Dread!

Panic!

Unease spread between heaven and earth.

Within ten million miles of Buzhou Mountain, countless mighty experts fled at the sight, terrified of being dragged into the war between witches and demons.

Meanwhile, within the Witch Clan.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches had long since noticed the Demon Court's movements.

They braced themselves as though facing a formidable foe, their faces full of vigilance.

"Pass down my command. Have our Witch Clan warriors prepare to fight to the death!"

"If those beasts from the Demon Court dare set one foot in our territory, none of them will leave alive!"

At their head, Ancestor Witch Dijiang issued these orders with a solemn face and an icy expression.

But before the others could acknowledge them,

Ancestral Witch Houtu suddenly cried out.

"Wait!"

"Those demons aren't coming for our Witch Clan."

Everyone focused their gaze on the army.

Sure enough, the hundreds of millions of demons were heading in the exact opposite direction from Buzhou Mountain.

For a moment, all Twelve Ancestral Witches were utterly bewildered.

They weren't declaring war on the Witch Clan?

Then what else warranted such a massive mobilization?

Under hundreds of millions of watching eyes, the vast demon army finally descended upon the East Sea Shore.

From high above, the demons looked down upon the densely packed humans on the ground.

The hundreds of millions of Demon Clan Beings sneered.

"Heh, we can feast to our hearts' content today!"

"I've been missing the taste of human flesh and blood for so long."

"Haha, indeed! Most of this tribe are young. Their flesh will be all the more tender and delicious."

The demons made no attempt to conceal their bloodthirsty, savage nature.

They appraised the humans as though inspecting a flock of lambs awaiting slaughter.

On the East Sea Shore, hundreds of millions of humans were gripped by terror and utter despair.

In the past, even a few dozen demonic beasts-or merely a handful-had inflicted devastating losses upon them.

Today, with hundreds of millions of demons looming overhead, the humans faced a true catastrophe.

"Demons, why must you be so cruel, slaughtering our people again and again?"

"We were created by Saint Nuwa too! This should not be happening..."

Some humans roared in bitter indignation, demanding answers from the demons.

But their only response was the demons' mocking, derisive gazes.

The humans' reaction merely inflamed the demons' lust for slaughter.

The feeling of holding life and death in their hands, deciding both with a single thought, made them all the more smug.

"Humans, you have no powerful experts, no cultivation."

"That is your original sin!"

"In the Primordial World, strength reigns supreme, and the strong devour the weak. This is a truth unchanged since time immemorial."

Bai Ze, one of the Ten Demon Saints, spoke indifferently, laying bare the cruelest law of the Primordial World.

Just then!

A calm, unruffled voice rang out, drowning out the furious cries of hundreds of millions of humans.

"What vicious dogs are barking here? How dare you spoil my drinking?!"