But the Demon Dragons gave them absolutely no chance to speak, diving down like fighter jets, spewing forth endless streams of dragonflame, or simply tearing apart the remaining Enyan tribesmen with their colossal physiques.

Without the high masters guarding them, how could the Enyan tribe possibly contend with these formidable Demon Dragons? In a short time, the entire Enyan race was annihilated.

Next came the Werewolf clan, the Blood clan, the Silver Serpent clan, and the Blue Feather clan. Curiously, however, when attacking the Blue Feather clan, they only killed the royal lineage, sparing the other seven great Demon Lord families.

And the Silver Serpent clan could have resisted, but with the eight great Elders leaving one after another, and Medusa trapped within the grand formation, the Silver Serpent clan was left without any masters and was also slaughtered entirely by the Demon Dragon race.

Their strength was simply too immense; there were eighteen Ninth-Rank Demon Lords alone. This was absolutely the race with the most Ninth-Rank Demon Lord experts among all races. Faced with such terrifying power, these other races could not mount any resistance; the massacre continued for three full days and nights.

When they had finished slaughtering every race, fewer than twenty thousand Demon Dragons remained, yet they charged toward the final battlefield with utter disregard for death.

At this moment, the entire battlefield was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. The Yan Demon clan, now deprived of the protection of the Twelve Sky Witches’ Extinction Grand Array, gradually fell into decline, especially after their Ninth-Rank Demon Lords were besieged; they were no match for the allied demon army, and countless Yan Demons were mercilessly cut down.

Just as they were about to be defeated, the Demon Dragons appeared. These powerful creatures charged straight into the million-strong army the moment they arrived. Their bodies were so immense, their flesh so iron-hard, that they required no other attack; the purest physical force was enough to rip the demon forces to shreds.

A single sweep was enough to send hundreds of bodies flying; every single one struck had their bones shattered and were left mangled.

Seeing the Demon Dragons charge forward recklessly, Yingkong Zhan, who had been trembling in battle with Yan Senxu, rushed directly in front of the Demon Dragons and spoke with intense anger: "Longba, what are you doing? Since when did your Demon Dragon clan involve itself in our disputes? What benefit did that old man Heimingba give you?"

Yingkong Zhan’s voice was thick with fury, but beneath the anger lay profound astonishment.

"Our Majesty, he is dead. He died defending Qin Mountain!" Blood and tears still lingered in Longba's eyes, and his voice was utterly desolate.

Dead. The powerful Demon Dragon King was dead. This news spread across the entire battlefield, sending a shockwave through every demon. How could this be? How could the Demon Dragon King die?

But while the other demons were merely stunned, Yingkong Zhan, Huang Xiao, Dong Weiming, Yuan Dufeng, Chu Xilou, Luo Mingxing, and the other Demon Lords who had not been killed by Yan Senxu all showed expressions of shock. While others might not know what Qin Mountain represented, they certainly did. Though they hadn't lived as long as Heimingba, they knew many things about the Primordial Era, for they too were descendants of the Witches, and the purest descendants at that—purer even than the Blue Feather King, Yu Xuetian. The things Yu Xuetian did not know, they knew clearly, simply because the mark of the Witches resided in their hearts.

That the Demon Dragon King had always guarded Qin Mountain was no secret to them. In the Demon Realm, the only one who could possibly deal with him was the Asura King, Ashura. But now that he was dead, it could only mean Ashura had been mobilized.

If Ashura was out, it naturally meant he intended to break the Demon Seal. The thought of those legendary demons sent a collective gasp through everyone.

They could engage in an endless war against the Yan Demon race; they could fight tooth and nail over the interests of their own species. But when facing the great enemy of the Three Realms, only one maxim, passed down by their ancestors, remained in their minds: Not of our kind, kill without mercy.

The five Demon Lords who had been locked in struggle with Yan Senxu suddenly let out cold snorts, turned, and lunged at the Enyan Demon Lords beside them.

The Enyan tribe had already lost two Ninth-Rank Demon Lords and were currently struggling to fend off Yan Senxu’s onslaught. But in an instant, their supposed allies, who should have been helping them resist Yan Senxu, suddenly struck them. How could they have reacted in time? Before they could even recover their senses, they were utterly annihilated.

Seeing the Blue Demon lords’ Ninth-Rank Demon Lords attacking the Enyan forces, Yan Senxu was momentarily surprised. But what happened next surprised him even more: under Yingkong Shi’s lead, these Blue Demons initiated the attack on their own royal lineage, followed by a counter-assault on the Werewolves, the Blood clan, the Silver Serpents, and the Enyan tribe.

Why?

“Not of our kind, kill without mercy!” At that moment, Longba’s voice echoed across the entire battlefield. The Demon Dragons roared to the sky, continuously unleashing their power, joining the fray.

Within the Twelve Sky Witches’ Extinction Grand Array, Hanba, having absorbed untold amounts of blood sacrifice, stared blankly at the Demon Dragons and at the Blue Demons turning on their own comrades. A soft sigh escaped her lips: “They must be descendants of Yinglong and Qiangliang, aren’t they?” Evidently, her memory was beginning to return...

A colossal figure, blazing with fire-red light, appeared before her: the Fire God Zhurong, who had already materialized his head.

“En…” Zhurong nodded gently. And within the Twelve Sky Witches’ Extinction Grand Array, another immense phantom seemed to sense the Demon Dragons’ desperate resolve and began to roar madly, as if trying to burst free from the formation.

“Qiangliang, is that you?” Hanba and Zhurong spoke in unison!

As the great battle devolved into chaos, Heimingba’s body moved swiftly to the base of Qin Mountain. Ashura had already regrown his flesh and stood beneath the mountain, gazing up at the colossal Qin Mountain, which towered tens of thousands of feet high. A faint smile touched Ashura’s lips—a smile mingled with relief, sorrow, and immense resignation.

“I hope that when you arrive, you do not bring too much harm to this land!” With those words, Ashura thrust his sword into his own heart. Immediately, countless streams of blood-red light erupted from his body. The Abi Sword rapidly absorbed his entire essence and vitality. Runes were continuously inscribed upon the Abi Sword. To unleash the sword’s maximum power and shatter the seal required the complete vital essence of a peak Demon Emperor expert as a sacrifice. This... this alone demonstrated the seal’s profound strength.

“Great Destruction Asura Sword!” Ashura gave a soft cry, his body finally transforming into a streak of light that merged into the Abi Sword. The entire Abi Sword shone brilliantly and slashed directly toward Qin Mountain...

Heimingba witnessed this entire scene and his face instantly paled in horror...

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