Chapter 587: Chapter 330: The Terrifying Zhili Ape Demon King
With a single slash of his blade, Qin Ming decapitated several members of the Demon Clan.
Qin Ming remained steadfast, wielding the blade technique he had acquired years ago on Black and White Mountain. Instantly, it was as if waves surfaced, tracing the line between sky and sea. A streak of blade light severed the boundary between the vast ocean and the night sky, unleashing the Heaven Cutting Blade Intent.
Blood dyed the night fog crimson. This group of demons was like a field of crops being harvested; some heads were sent flying, others were bisected at the waist, and a large spray of blood splattered everywhere.
Around Qin Ming, a pool of scarlet highlighted the dazzling blade light, as if he were wiping his blade with demon blood, making it even more resplendent.
The bodies of the demon clan members fell like trees being chopped down. Only after Qin Ming charged through did they thud to the ground.
Behind Qin Ming, cultivators from the Three Great Dynasties and young disciples of noble families were transfixed, then erupted in loud shouts, charging forward alongside him.
“Kill!”
In this atmosphere, any selfish intentions or distracting thoughts became meaningless. Across from them was not the Human Clan, just cowards willing to defect, with no guarantee they’d be welcomed by the enemy. Different clans didn’t promise safe harbor in defection; such traitors often ended up as demon fodder.
A group roared, following Qin Ming into the fray.
Of course, there were always cowards lagging behind, moving slower and trailing the group.
But soon, these people had to quicken their pace, as Qin Ming’s relentless attacks cleared large areas of the battlefield in front of them at lightning speed.
Demons closed in from both sides, and those at the back found that staying closely behind Qin Ming was much safer, forcing them into a desperate fight.
An elephant’s trumpet shook the ground and mountains; a golden old elephant charged forward, its tusks several meters long, stabbing towards Qin Ming like two broad blades.
Simultaneously, its trunk, covered in spikes, whipped through the void like a golden whip, striking towards Qin Ming violently and swiftly.
This counted as a Great Demon, not only large in stature but also nearly reaching the Late Stage of the Third Realm.
“Oh?” Qin Ming was highly perceptive, seeing the treasure light flowing over it and its body covered in Golden Radiance. Though not a Heavenly Demon Species, it certainly seemed extraordinary.
Upon their initial encounter, the golden elephant’s ferocity was immediately subdued; charging from a distance, unaware of its opponent’s depth, its mighty trunk—the one capable of breaking cliffs—was… gone in an instant!
Blinded by the flashing blade light, the golden elephant’s trunk fell to the ground. The old elephant let out a miserable howl, tears streaming down its face, as if all its life’s sorrows had been forced into it, swallowing them whole.
“Strange Blood Creature!” Qin Ming exclaimed in surprise, as he detected a faint fragrance.
Even among Heavenly Demon Species, ones with strange blood were few. The generation of this extraordinary substance was indeed complex and difficult to pinpoint.
Qin Ming advanced with his blade, employing the Immortal Method as skin, Newborn Road as bone, with Heavenly Light churning. After two diagonal slashes, the golden giant elephant was dissected into four large pieces, its blood gushing out like a stream, filling the lowlands.
In an instant, a sphere of golden blood surfaced and was collected into the Broken Cloth Space by him.
“Boom!”
The dense horde of demons charged, while those from the Human Clan followed suit, both sides clashing like two torrents of steel meeting.
The dense forest on the plain was shattered in an instant; beast roars, bird cries, human shouts, and horse neighs mingled in a scene of blood and chaos. It was clearly visible that humans were being tossed into the air by the horns of fierce beasts and monsters’ bodies torn asunder by Heavenly Light.
In the blink of an eye, Bone Blades, Spiritual Artifacts, and Exotic Treasures lit up the night sky like countless fireflies meeting in mid-air and colliding.
Piercing screams mingled with deep beast roars, forming an unending cacophony. In such large-scale clashes, those not exceptionally powerful were truly in danger and could meet a grim end.
In the first charge, countless creatures fell—beast heads, tattered bird wings, and even human arms clinging to long spears littered the ground.
The forest was leveled, the ground stained with blood—it was a truly harrowing sight.
Old demons shouted, “Everyone, quick, there is a ‘Human Species’ here, a future Ancestor Master of the Zhili Ape Demon Clan, converge and kill!”
Time was short for them; they feared not death, now fighting with such ferocity to extinguish any accidentally discovered Immortal Seeds or Divine Seeds.
Uncertain of their ability to fully conquer Ye State, these demons, nearing death, aimed to destroy the opponent’s seeds of future hope whenever possible.
However, they encountered unexpected resistance. When a monster with the body of a lion and face of a human led its forces to attack, and a golden eagle over ten meters long swooped down with a flock of fierce birds, the space here seemed to distort.
Qin Ming stood his ground, slashing foes while an invisible spirit field expanded around him. Though still in embryonic form, it was unimaginably terrifying.
A group of fierce birds was instantly torn apart in mid-air with mournful wails, raining down like dumplings, littering the ground with bird corpses.
The demon team led by the lion-bodied, human-faced monster also trembled, trapped in a quagmire, unable to escape. They soon felt as if being struck repeatedly, their bodies starting to fracture.
Centered around Qin Ming, layers of ripples expanded, three-dimensional like extraordinary magnetic field lines, creating terrifying turbulence that warped weapons and demon bodies alike.
Even their spiritual fields stood no chance of avoiding collapse.
“The consumption is not insignificant,” Qin Ming mused after probing with his spirit field, gaining a profound understanding of it.
This time, the “Spirit Field Wave” he unleashed caused such a blood-soaked scene that even the gathering of over ten Old Demons quaked in fear. Though they were fearless of death, their grasp on their weapons and spears started to tremble.