Three days later.
In the Demon Suppression Headquarters, a flash of light appeared and then vanished in an instant.
Su Yu's figure quietly disappeared into the center of the array, which was covered with intricate spatial runes.
There was no farewell, no one saw them off, and even Li Ning did not show up.
The emperor and the deputy director had already paved the way for him and handed him the sharp blade.
Next, the one wielding the sword will walk through blood, facing the chaotic sea of blood.
The Great Qin, the Nan Province.
South Wind Fortress.
The entire area was filled with a pungent stench of blood, moisture, and burnt smells.
The air was thick and oppressive, as if this land had been soaked in rotten mud for years.
On the towering city wall, the black armor of the Demon Suppression Guard was stained with layers of blood and bits of flesh, turning a dark, blood-red color.
The walls were covered with dense, deep claw marks, as if they had been frantically torn apart by a colossal beast.
"Change positions! Guns cocked! Prepare oil!"
A hoarse, rough roar echoed across the city walls.
The one who made the call was Wei Zheng, the supreme commander of South Wind Fortress.
He had a burly and resolute face, with a hideous scar across his face. Only one eye remained bright and piercing, and his cultivation had reached the Earth Realm Seventh Level.
For a full two weeks, he slept less than an hour a day.
After Jiao Guang made his statement from afar, the entire Demon Race of the Northern Nether Sea went completely mad.
Hundreds of thousands of endless water demons surged like a raging tide, relentlessly attacking the long border defense line of Nan Province day and night.
This South Wind Fortress is the first iron-blooded pass guarding the eastern waters and blocking the demon tide.
"Captain! The formation on the east wall is about to collapse! That black dragon is attacking again!"
A corporal scrambled up the city wall in a disheveled state, his face pale and his eyes filled with utter despair.
Wei Zheng's remaining single eye suddenly locked onto the eastern battlefield.
A hundred feet away, amidst the demonic tide, stood a jet-black dragon over twenty feet long, its body as massive as a mountain.
It was recklessly crashing into the protective light barrier of the city wall time and time again.
With each impact, the array's light barrier trembled and shook violently, rubble from the city wall crumbled away, and cracks spread continuously.
This is a genuine Earth Realm Peak demon!
"Oh shit!"
Wei Zheng spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, a resolute intent to die flashing in his eyes.
"Imperial Guard, follow me out of the city! Slaughter this beast!"
He knew in his heart that this trip out of the city was a suicidal charge with a nine-out-of-ten chance of death.
But once the city wall formation is broken, the entire fortress and tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians will become food for demons.
Just as Wei Zheng gripped his sword, preparing to lead his men in a desperate battle.
Out of the corner of my eye, I suddenly caught sight of an incongruous figure.
Unbeknownst to him, a young man dressed in black had been standing quietly behind him.
With black hair and black clothes, his posture was as upright as a pine tree, and his body was spotless, without a trace of battlefield bloodstains.
His clean and composed demeanor was nothing like that of a soldier on a battlefield amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood; rather, he resembled a pampered young master from a noble family.
The young man gazed silently at the endless demonic tide outside the city, his eyes calm and still, like an ancient well that had never been disturbed.
"He's probably a military supervisor sent from the Wang Du, or a scion of a prestigious family sent here for a degree."
A nameless rage instantly ignited in Wei Zheng's heart.
In times of crisis and life-or-death situations, he was most disgusted by idle people in high positions who knew nothing about warfare.
"This place is dangerous, retreat immediately!"
Wei Zheng didn't turn his head, and roared sharply.
However, the young man behind him remained standing still, his feet not moving an inch.
boom!!!
Another deafening roar resounded!
The protective array light barrier on the east wall emitted a piercing, shattering wail before collapsing instantly!
"Roar--!!"
The black dragon let out a wildly excited roar.
A gigantic dragon's head leaped over the city wall, its stinking, blood-red maw suddenly opening wide.
A torrent of highly corrosive Yao Qi, carrying overwhelming ferocity, surged fiercely towards all the Demon Suppression Guard on the city wall!
"It's over..."
All the soldiers were deathly still, their eyes utterly shrouded in despair.
Wei Zheng's eyes were bloodshot, and he was about to unleash all his energy in a final, desperate fight.
In that split second between life and death.
The young man in black, who had remained calm and composed throughout, finally moved.
He neither drew his sword nor formed any hand seals, and his body did not emit any spiritual energy fluctuations.
He simply raised his eyes slowly.
The next second, an immense, ineffable, supreme will emanated from him.
Transformed into invisible ripples, it instantly swept across the entire battlefield, enveloping heaven and earth!
The chaotic battlefield is frozen in time.
Time seemed to have been paused.
The tens of thousands of low-level water demons charging wildly outside the city suddenly froze and stopped moving.
All the demons were instantly stunned, their souls drained away, leaving them like sand sculptures weathered for thousands of years.
Soundless, it crumbled and dissipated, turning into dust that filled the sky.
Those high-level demons in the Spirit Realm and Mystic Realm even faced the ultimate suppression of the Heavenly Dao.
They struggled frantically, tearing their own bodies apart, emitting a shrill, mournful howl that seemed to originate from their very souls.
Overwhelmed by primal terror, his soul completely collapsed, blood flowed from his seven orifices, and he died on the spot!
And that arrogant, domineering black dragon at the Earth Realm Peak, rampaging across the battlefield.
The terrifying torrent of Yao Qi that was about to erupt from its mouth was abruptly frozen in mid-air.
The enormous dragon's eyes no longer held any trace of ferocity or arrogance.
All that remains is a terrifying scene of Divine Prison stretching across the heavens and the earth.
The Nine Heavens Thunder Palace hangs high, the Purgatory of the Nine Nether Purgatory lies at the bottom, and the Heaven-Reaching Divine Stele slowly crushes down, suppressing everything!
"No..."
A faint, extremely terrifying wail of a soul quietly rose up.
This was its last sound in the world.
The next moment.
The massive, mountain-like body of the black dragon plummeted from the sky, crashing to the ground and utterly extinguished!
One second.
In just one second.
The battlefield where a fierce battle had just taken place, where blood flowed like a river.
It has become a deathly Soundless graveyard for demons.
On the city wall, Wei Zheng and all the Demon Suppression Guard remained frozen in place, maintaining their original postures.
The expressions on everyone's faces slowly shifted from bewilderment at their desperate situation to an extreme fear that penetrated to the bone.
It was a hundred times more terrifying than facing a horde of hundreds of thousands of demons or confronting a powerful demon from the Earth Realm!
Wei Zheng's single eye contracted violently, the pupil shrinking to the size of a pinhead.
He stiffly and slowly turned his head to look at the calm and composed figure in black who still stood with his hands behind his back.
At that moment, he was filled with nothing but shock and horror.
This isn't human!
This is God!
Or perhaps, a demon that reigns supreme over all other beings!
"You... you are..."
Wei Zheng's voice was dry and hoarse, each word requiring all his strength, and his body trembled uncontrollably.
Su Yu did not answer, but simply tossed it lightly with his hand.
A token traced a smooth arc and landed steadily in front of Wei Zheng.
The token is made of pure purple gold, with the simple and majestic word "zhen" engraved on the front and nine bright stars branded on the back.
Nine-Star Demon Suppression Envoy!
The moment Wei Zheng saw the token, his mind went completely blank, and his heart trembled uncontrollably.
"The path of Spirit Refinement is indeed the most efficient way to clear the field."
"Unfortunately, the Slaughter Points from these low-level demons are barely anything."
Su Yu remained completely unmoved.
These ordinary demons are not even worthy of nourishing his Great Dao of Divine Prison.
He needs stronger, more elite opponents!
Just then, a scout, his face filled with terror, scrambled up the city wall, his expression even more terrified than when he faced the demonic tide.
"Report!!"
"Captain! Traces of the Blood Baleful Intent Hall have been discovered in Black Wind Valley, thirty miles west of the city!"
The scout's voice trembled violently, his words incoherent and filled with panic.
"They... they abducted nearly ten thousand innocent people from three nearby villages and towns!"
"A blood sacrifice altar for ten thousand people is being set up overnight!"
"What?!"
Wei Zheng's body trembled violently, and a surge of boundless rage and extreme cold rushed straight to the top of his head.
Blood Baleful Intent Hall!
These ruthless and insane demonic madmen actually took advantage of the chaos to sneak into Nan Province!
He was about to immediately order troops to rush to the rescue.
But then Su Yu, standing before her, slowly turned around, his dark eyes gazing towards Black Wind Valley in the west of the city.
A chilling ripple of murderous intent finally surfaced deep within those usually calm and unwavering eyes.
" The Blood Baleful Intent Hall?"
"You've come at the perfect time."