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Chapter 320 Demon Soldiers Emerge from the Mountain, Engaging in a Great Battle Against Extraterrest

When Su Fan emerged from the forbidden area of ​​the demon race, he was covered in blood, but his eyes shone with an alarming brightness.

Donghuang Taiyi supported Xihe, the demon emperor who had been ruthless for three thousand years, whose eyes were red as if they had been roasted by fire.

He wanted to say something to Su Fan, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn't utter a single word.

Su Fan waved his hand: "Don't thank me, just remember what you promised me."

Di Jun stood to the side, silent for a long time. He looked at Su Fan with a complicated expression.

The first time this human came, he was arrogant and ignorant. The second time, he seemed a bit bolder. Now, he's convinced.

"Envoy of the Gods," Di Jun's voice was as deep as thunder in the distant mountains, "the demon race keeps its word. How many troops do you need?"

Su Fan thought for a moment: "How many of those above the Saint level could possibly be produced?"

Di Jun looked at the tiger-headed elder behind him. The tiger-headed elder stepped forward: "Reporting to the Demon Emperor, there are currently three thousand Saints capable of fighting. Three hundred are at the Primordial Chaos Realm. Thirty are at the Dao Realm and above."

Su Fan gasped. Three thousand Saint Realm experts—what did that even mean? In the Outer Heavens, that power could sweep across all the myriad realms ten thousand times over.

But in the primordial world, facing the endless extraterrestrial demons, this number of people might not even be enough to fill a tooth gap.

"Three thousand..." Su Fan paused for a moment, "That's enough. But I don't need that many. Elite is fine."

Di Jun nodded: "Hu Ben, go and muster eight hundred elite soldiers at the Saint Realm, fifty commanders at the Primordial Chaos Realm, and nine generals at the Dao Realm. I and the Eastern Emperor will personally lead the team."

The tiger-headed old man was taken aback: "Demon Emperor, you're going in person?"

Di Jun looked into the distance, towards the direction of Dongsheng Divine Continent. "Three thousand years have passed. The Daoist and Buddhist sects owe my demon race what they owe. It's time to repay it." His voice was calm, but everyone could hear the volcano that had been suppressed for three thousand years about to erupt.

Donghuang Taiyi also stood up: "I will go too. Xihe has just woken up, let her stay in the clan to recuperate." Xihe wanted to say something, but Donghuang Taiyi pressed her hand down, "Wait for me to come back."

Watching this scene, Su Fan felt a surge of indescribable emotions. Three thousand years of hatred, three thousand years of estrangement, had finally cracked open at this moment.

He turned and walked towards the pass. "I'll go back and deliver the message first. See you in Dongsheng Shenzhou in three days."

Di Jun's voice came from behind: "Envoy of the Gods, return alive."

Su Fan waved his hand without turning his head: "Don't worry, I'm tough."

As they left Beiju Luzhou, the sky began to lighten with the first hint of dawn. Su Fan flew high in the sky, looking down at the vast, desolate land, feeling a sense of peace he had never known before. The demon race had finally made their move.

But this sense of security didn't last long. Halfway through the flight, he sensed something was wrong. It was too quiet.

On the way there, they encountered Qiongqi, Taotie, and Hundun, fighting them to the death. On the way back, all these ferocious beasts were gone. It was as if they had been frightened away by something.

Su Fan's heart sank, and he sped up.

When he flew to the border of Dongsheng Divine Continent, he saw it. In the distance, a huge black cloud was moving towards Dongsheng Divine Continent.

Dark clouds blotted out the sun, covering an area of ​​at least 100,000 li. Within the dark clouds, countless figures writhed. Each of those figures exuded a terrifying aura.

Extraterrestrial demons. Not a small force, but the main force.

Su Fan's face turned ashen as he accelerated at full speed. He had to get back to Laozi's palace before the Heavenly Demon could arrive and deliver the message.

The palace of Laozi in Dongsheng Shenzhou.

When Su Fan landed in front of the main hall, Laozi was already standing at the door. His expression was very grim, clearly indicating that he had also sensed it.

"Did you see it?" Lao Tzu asked.

Su Fan nodded: "I saw them. At least 100,000, the lowest being a Grand Luo Golden Immortal, the highest being..." He paused, "...I can't sense them. At least at the seventh level of the Dao Realm."

Laozi remained silent. One hundred thousand extraterrestrial demons, at the very least Great Luo Golden Immortals. This power was enough to crush the Eastern Continent. The Daoist sect's current fighting force was less than twenty thousand at most. Twenty thousand against one hundred thousand—how could they possibly fight?

"The demon race has agreed to help," Su Fan said.

Laozi's eyes lit up: "Emperor Jun agreed?"

Su Fan nodded: "Eight hundred elite Saint Realm warriors, fifty Primordial Chaos Realm commanders, nine Dao Realm generals, with Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi personally leading the team. They will arrive in three days."

Lao Tzu took a deep breath: "Three days... is that enough?"

Su Fan looked into the distance. The dark cloud was approaching at a visible speed. "Not enough. The Heavenly Demon will arrive in two days at most."

Laozi's face darkened. He turned and walked into the main hall, took out a jade talisman from his sleeve, and crushed it. The jade talisman transformed into a beam of azure light, soaring into the sky and exploding in the air, turning into countless points of light that scattered in all directions.

"This is a summons from the Daoist sect," said Laozi. "All Daoist disciples in the Eastern Continent will come."

Su Fan looked at him: "How many can come?"

Lao Tzu shook his head: "I don't know. Three thousand years have passed. The Daoist sect has been scattered, and many people are hiding in the deep mountains and forests. How many will come depends on the will of Heaven."

Su Fan remained silent. He walked to the entrance of the main hall and looked at the sky. The dark cloud was getting closer and closer. Suddenly, he remembered something and took out the small golden bell from his pocket—the Eastern Emperor Bell.

"Senior, how do I use this?"

When Laozi saw the Eastern Emperor Bell, his eyes widened in shock: "The Eastern Emperor Bell? You took it from the forbidden area of ​​the demon race?"

Su Fan nodded: "Yes. Consider it payment."

Laozi took the Eastern Emperor Bell and examined it carefully. The bell was entirely golden, covered with ancient runes, each emitting a faint glow. "The Eastern Emperor Bell, one of the Ten Divine Artifacts. It can suppress heaven and earth, and shatter stars. In its prime, the power of a single bell could destroy a seventh-level Dao Realm cultivator."

He looked at Su Fan: "But with your current strength, it's very difficult to activate it. Forcing it might backfire."

Su Fan laughed: "A backlash is better than death. How do I activate it?"

Laozi thought for a moment: "The Eastern Emperor Bell recognizes its master. The fact that you were able to retrieve it from the forbidden area means that it acknowledges you. Try using your blood to drip onto the bell."

Su Fan bit his fingertip, dripping a drop of blood onto the Eastern Emperor Bell. The blood landed on the bell and was instantly absorbed. The Eastern Emperor Bell shone with a golden light, a warm and profound light, like the rising sun.

Then, a surge of information flooded into Su Fan's mind. It was the method for using the Eastern Emperor Bell—to activate it with one's divine soul and nourish it with one's vital energy and blood.

The stronger the spirit, the greater the power. The more vigorous the blood and energy, the longer the duration.

With Su Fan's current strength, even if he fully activates the Eastern Emperor Bell, he can only maintain it for the duration of an incense stick burning. After that, his vital energy will be exhausted, leaving him completely vulnerable to attack.

Su Fan carefully put away the Eastern Emperor Bell and took a deep breath. "One incense stick's time is enough."

Laozi looked at him and remained silent for a long time. "Su Fan, do you know that you might die in this battle?"

Su Fan smiled: "I know. But I promised others that I would definitely go back alive."

Laozi laughed as well: "Very well. Then I promise you, I will definitely let you return alive."

One day later.

On the border of Dongsheng Shenzhou stands a colossal pass. The pass rises a thousand feet high, its walls constructed of ancient divine stones, inscribed with countless runes. This is the last line of defense for the Daoist sect—the Southern Heavenly Gate.

Su Fan stood on the city wall, gazing into the distance. The dark cloud was already very close. In at most one day, it would press down on the Southern Heavenly Gate.

Behind him, the disciples of the Daoist sect were gathering. Three thousand, five thousand, eight thousand. By the morning of the next day, a full twelve thousand had arrived. The lowest level was Great Luo Golden Immortal, and the highest was Hunyuan Realm.

Ten thousand against one hundred thousand. Everyone knew what this meant, but not one flinched. They stood on the city wall, gazing at the dark clouds, their eyes as calm as if they were simply admiring a landscape.

Looking at these people, Su Fan felt a surge of respect. This was the Daoist sect. Three thousand years had passed; they had been scattered, crippled, but they were still here. As long as the primordial world existed, the Daoist sect would exist.

At noon the next day, dark clouds pressed down over the South Heavenly Gate.

A colossal demon emerged from the dark clouds. It stood a thousand feet tall, its entire body was jet black, covered in bone armor, and had six wings on its back.

Its aura indicated it was at the seventh level of the Dao Realm. The Heavenly Demon looked at the South Heavenly Gate and the Daoist disciples on the city wall, and smiled.

"Three thousand years have passed, and you're still not all dead?"

On the city wall, Laozi stepped forward, looking at the celestial demon. "Demon Dragon, you survived that great battle?"

The demonic dragon laughed: "How could I die? It is your Daoist sect that will be destroyed today."

With a wave of its hand, countless celestial demons burst forth from the dark clouds, densely packed, blotting out the sky and the sun, numbering at least one hundred thousand.

One hundred thousand celestial demons roared simultaneously, their roar shaking the heavens and earth, even causing the walls of the South Heavenly Gate to tremble.

On the city wall, twelve thousand Daoist disciples stood firm, not one retreating. Laozi raised his whisk: "Daoist disciples, form ranks!"

Twelve thousand people attacked simultaneously. Sword light, blade light, lightning light, and fire light—countless attacks bombarded the sky. The Heavenly Demon also attacked at the same time. Blood light, black flames, poison, and bone spikes rained down from the sky.

The two forces collided. Boom—!!! The deafening roar shattered the void, and the earth trembled.

The walls of Nantianmen were cracked, but they did not collapse. Daoist disciples were killed or wounded, but no one retreated.

Su Fan stood on the city wall, watching this scene. His blood was boiling. He gripped the Immortal Execution Sword tightly, about to rush out, when Laozi pressed down on his shoulder.

"Wait. The demons haven't arrived yet."

Su Fan gritted his teeth: "I can't wait any longer!"

Lao Tzu looked into the distance and said, "Wait another incense stick's time."

One incense stick's time. On the battlefield, people fall every second. Daoist disciples die one after another, but before they die, they all take a demon down with them. Of the twelve thousand men, only eight thousand remain after one incense stick's time.

Su Fan's eyes reddened. He broke free from Laozi's grasp and charged into the battlefield.

With a single sword strike, the head of a Saint-level Heavenly Demon flew off. With two sword strikes, two Primordial Chaos-level Heavenly Demons fell simultaneously. With three sword strikes, a Dao-level Heavenly Demon was forced back. He was like a sharp sword, piercing into the ranks of Heavenly Demons, leaving a trail of corpses in his wake.

But he was alone. There were too many demons; he killed one, and ten more charged. He killed ten, and a hundred charged. He was covered in wounds, bleeding profusely, but he kept killing. Because he knew that for every demon he killed, one less person would die for the Daoist sect.

Suddenly, a Heavenly Demon at the sixth level of the Dao Realm noticed him. The Heavenly Demon looked at him, a hint of surprise flashing in its eyes: "Mid-stage Primordial Chaos Realm, able to kill so many? Interesting." It slammed down with its claw, the claw shadow as large as a mountain, blotting out the sky and the sun.

Su Fan tried to dodge, but couldn't. It was too fast. Just then, a golden light shot from afar. The golden light struck the Heavenly Demon, who screamed and was sent flying. A man in a golden robe landed in front of Su Fan; his aura indicated he was at the seventh level of the Dao Realm.

Di Jun. He looked at Su Fan: "I'm late."

Su Fan smiled: "Not too late. Just right."

Di Jun turned and looked at the battlefield. He raised his hand, and a golden light shot into the sky, exploding in mid-air and transforming into a golden three-legged crow. The phantom of the three-legged crow covered half the sky, and with a long cry, it shook the heavens and the earth.

From afar came a deafening roar. Three thousand elite demon warriors charged out from the northern sky.

They surged into the demon's formation like a golden torrent. The roars of tigers, the howls of dragons, the cries of phoenixes, and the howls of wolves—the roars of all sorts of demonic beasts—mingled together, shaking the very earth.

The commander at the peak of the fifty Hunyuan realms charged ahead, with nine generals at the Dao realm bringing up the rear, and Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi personally leading the team.

Three thousand elite demon warriors forcefully tore through the Heavenly Demon's defenses, carving a bloody path through the enemy lines.

On the battlefield, the situation instantly reversed. The Taoist disciples' morale soared, and they joined the demon race in a counterattack. The Heavenly Demons were forced to retreat steadily, suffering heavy casualties.

The demonic dragon's face turned ashen. It hadn't expected the demon race to intervene. It roared and charged down, its power, like a mountain and a sea, pressing down on the battlefield.

Di Jun stepped forward to meet the attack. He unleashed a palm strike, sending golden light soaring into the sky. Zhu Long shattered the golden light with a single claw, and the two clashed. The battle between the seventh level of the Dao Realm was earth-shattering, even shattering the void itself. Di Jun and Zhu Long fought fiercely, neither able to gain the upper hand.

Donghuang Taiyi wanted to help, but he was entangled by a Heavenly Demon at the sixth level of the Dao Realm. The Heavenly Demon was extremely powerful, and Donghuang Taiyi couldn't break free for the time being. Taishang Laojun was also entangled by a Heavenly Demon at the sixth level of the Dao Realm and similarly unable to escape.

On the battlefield, the two sides were locked in a stalemate. Whoever broke the deadlock first would win.

Su Fan stood on the battlefield, covered in blood. He looked at Di Jun and Zhu Long in the sky, at Donghuang Taiyi and Taishang Laojun locked in fierce combat, and at the Daoist disciples and demon elites fighting to the death. He knew it was his turn.

He pulled the Eastern Emperor Bell from his robes. Its golden body gleamed in the sunlight. He bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the bell. A golden light shone from the bell, growing brighter and stronger with each passing moment.

Su Fan closed his eyes. His soul, like a needle, pierced into the Eastern Emperor Bell. The bell vibrated, emitting a deep rumble. The sound wasn't loud, but its penetrating power was extremely strong, directly shaking into the souls of every Heavenly Demon.

The first-level Dao Realm Heavenly Demon exploded and died instantly. The second-level Dao Realm Heavenly Demon bled from all seven orifices and fell from the sky. The third-level Dao Realm Heavenly Demon clutched his head and screamed in agony, his combat power greatly reduced. Heavenly Demons at the fourth level and above were also affected, their movements becoming sluggish.

The power of that single bell subdued the entire battlefield.

Zhulong's expression changed drastically. It stared at the Eastern Emperor Bell in Su Fan's hand, its eyes filled with terror: "The Eastern Emperor Bell?! How is this possible?!"

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Di Jun struck it in the chest with a palm. The Candle Dragon screamed and flew backward, coughing up blood. It struggled to its feet, looking at Su Fan, at Di Jun, and at the Daoist disciples and demon elites fighting desperately. It knew it had lost this battle.

"Retreat!" it commanded, and the remaining demons turned and fled. The dark clouds dispersed, and the demon army scattered in disarray.

The battlefield was deathly silent. Then, a deafening cheer erupted.

Su Fan stood on the battlefield, looking at the cheering crowd, and smiled. Then, everything went black, and he collapsed. The power of the Eastern Emperor Bell was exhausted, and so was his life force. He fell into a pool of blood like a burnt-out piece of firewood.

three days later.

When Su Fan woke up, he found himself lying on a jade bed. The surroundings were ornately decorated and filled with ethereal energy. Laozi, the Supreme Lord, sat beside him, taking his pulse.

Seeing Su Fan wake up, Laozi smiled: "Awake?"

Su Fan sat up: "How long have I been asleep?"

"Three days."

Su Fan stretched his limbs; most of his injuries had healed. "Where are the others?"

Laozi said, "Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi have returned to Beiju Luzhou, saying they want to strengthen the defenses. The Daoist disciples have suffered heavy casualties, with less than five thousand surviving. The situation is not much better for the demon race; of their eight hundred elite troops, only one hundred remain."

Su Fan remained silent. Of the twelve thousand Daoist disciples and eight hundred elite demon warriors, only six thousand survived the battle. Half of them were forever lost at the Southern Heavenly Gate.

Laozi looked at him and asked, "Su Fan, do you regret it?"

Su Fan shook his head: "No regrets. Some things just have to be done by someone."

Lao Tzu smiled and said, "Good child."

Su Fan stood up and walked to the entrance of the main hall. Outside, the sun shone brightly. But Su Fan knew this was just the calm before the storm. The Candle Dragon had fled, but it would return. And next time it came, it would be even more ferocious.

"Senior, what's the next step?"

Laozi thought for a moment: "Wait. Wait for Yuanshi and Tongtian to wake up, wait for Buddhism to recover its strength, and wait for the human race to recover. Then, launch a counterattack."

Su Fan looked at him: "How long do we have to wait?"

Lao Tzu shook his head: "I don't know. It might take a year, ten years, or a hundred years. But we can wait."

Su Fan remained silent. He gazed into the distance. There, in the direction of the Southern Continent, lay Fuxi City, the last human city. There, 100,000 people awaited him.

"Senior, I would like to visit the human race."

Lao Tzu looked at him and asked, "What are you going to do?"

Su Fan smiled: "Go borrow troops. Although the human race only has 100,000 people left, every single one of them is a warrior. As long as they are willing to help, we can gain more strength."

Lao Tzu paused for a moment, then nodded: "Go. Be careful."

Su Fan turned around and walked out of the main hall.

Three days later, in Fuxi City, Nanzhanbuzhou.

Su Fan stood at the city gate, gazing at this last human city. The city walls were higher than when he last visited, and there were more runes adorning them. Soldiers stood guard on the walls. Their eyes were weary, yet resolute.

Emperor Fuxi stood at the city gate to personally greet him. Seeing Su Fan, he smiled: "Envoy of the Gods, I've heard of your deeds. The battle at the Southern Heavenly Gate was brilliantly fought."

Su Fan bowed and said, "Senior, you flatter me. I have come here today to ask the human race for help."

Fuxi remained silent. He looked at the city behind him, at the weary soldiers, and at the people rebuilding their homes from the ruins.

"Envoy of the Gods, do you know how many humans are left?"

Su Fan nodded: "I know. One hundred thousand."

Fuxi said, "Of the 100,000, less than 30,000 are capable of fighting. How can 30,000 fight against 100,000 heavenly demons?"

Su Fan looked at him: "Senior, in the Battle of Nantianmen, the Daoist sect fought 12,000 against 100,000 Heavenly Demons. The demon race also fought 3,000 against 100,000 Heavenly Demons. If they could fight, why can't the human race?"

Fuxi remained silent. Su Fan continued, "Senior, I know you care about your people. I do too. But the extraterrestrial demons won't stay away just because you care. If they come, and you don't fight them, they'll still storm in. At that point, not a single one of these 100,000 people will survive."

Fuxi's expression changed. He looked at Su Fan and remained silent for a long time. Then he sighed, "You're right. I was wrong."

He turned to the soldiers behind him: "Pass down the order: all human warriors who are capable of fighting, assemble."

Three days later, outside Fuxi City, 30,000 warriors gathered. They wore tattered armor and carried broken weapons, but their eyes, like those of the 12,000 Daoist disciples at Nantianmen, were filled with a fearless determination to die.

Su Fan stood before them, looked at them, and bowed deeply. "Thank you."

Fuxi stood at the forefront, raising his long sword: "Let's go."

Thirty thousand warriors marched in a mighty procession toward the Eastern Continent of Victory.