"The Great Dao is unjust! I have stepped into the immortal path for a full ten million years, enduring hardships, loneliness, and suffering, only to reach the Saint Lord realm. Yet you humans, with lifespans of mere a hundred years, have surpassed time with your swordsmanship. Had I been human, I would have long ago reached the pinnacle!"
"Meng Tian, I refuse to yield even in death!!"
The Lord of the Demon Sea clutched his sharp blade, gazing at the single bronze sword gleam remaining in the sky. He swung his scythe again, empowered by divine strength, his blood qi transforming into an ocean that surged towards the sword gleam!
He had endured countless hardships, faced death millions of times, and barely managed to ascend to the Saint Lord realm. Yet Meng Tian, a mere few decades old, could stand as an equal to him?
How unjust was the Great Dao!
Boom!
The heavens and earth collapsed. Meng Tian's majestic figure instantly appeared above the sword gleam. With a stomp of his foot, ten thousand swords simultaneously filled the sky.
With a thunderous roar, he shattered the attack of the Lord of the Demon Sea. A single sword strike forced the Lord of the Demon Sea back a thousand zhang, his sword qi slicing through the air and claiming the lives of tens of thousands of Ancestral Crocodile beings!
"You..."
Blood streamed down his body. The Lord of the Demon Sea looked at the countless disciples perishing below, his expression filled with horror. The arm holding his scythe trembled uncontrollably. He had given his all. Even when he had seized his position from the old Lord millions of years ago, he had never felt such helplessness as he did today!
The scythe in his hand was more terrifying than the weapon he had used against the old Lord; it was forged from the old Lord's skeleton, imbued with the lifelong essence of a Saint Lord powerhouse. Yet, after two swings, it could not withstand the might of Meng Tian's single sword strike!
Boom!
A streak of sword qi swept across!
The Lord of the Demon Sea's heart trembled, and he narrowly dodged the attack. With a clang, a thousand-mile mountain range behind him was cleanly sliced off. Rocks flew, and amidst the distant dust, traces of blood mist could be seen!
Boom!
Meng Tian raised an eyebrow slightly, surprised that his sword strike had been evaded. However, he did not pause. He shook his bronze sword and instantly appeared a hundred zhang to the left and front of the Lord of the Demon Sea.
The bronze sword unleashed another gleam!
"Great Elder!!"
The Lord of the Demon Sea felt a threat to his life, raising his scythe while shouting desperately.
Boom!
The scythe shattered. The divine essence of the old Lord within it was torn apart by the bronze sword, scattering into flecks of starlight!
Bang!
With the scythe destroyed, the Lord of the Demon Sea, at the cost of an arm, once again escaped Meng Tian's grasp!
Meng Tian did not pursue. Instead, he gazed at the scattered starlight. He hadn't expected the Lord of the Demon Sea before him to be so brutal, killing the previous old Lord and then desecrating his remains, sealing all his essence blood and divine power within the scythe.
"Lord! Lord!!"
A blood-red elder strode forward, grabbing the battered Lord of the Demon Sea. The Great Elder felt the Lord's weakened body, tilted his head, and looked at Meng Tian, his eyes blazing. He remained silent.
"The Demon Sea Marsh, established in the Western Frontier, has endured five generations of Lords, always occupying the throne of a second-rate power!"
"We rely not on anything else, but on the blades in our hands, and a will that fears no death! The Demon Sea Marsh will never surrender!!!"
The Great Elder, holding the half-dead Lord of the Demon Sea, roared to the heavens. Tendrils of blood-red killing intent rose layer by layer, followed by wisps of miasma that surged from his seven orifices!
"Screech~~~"
The Great Elder directly tore open the neck of the Lord of the Demon Sea with his right hand, his expression remarkably calm. "Lord, for the Demon Sea Marsh!!"
Countless beings looked up. The Han army was perplexed, while the Ancestral Crocodile beings wailed, their Lord crippled. The Great Elder's action was a literal excavation of the Lord's spine, a crucial ritual for the transfer of leadership.
When an old Lord failed, the new Lord must extract the old Lord's spine, or even his complete skeleton.
In this peculiar manner, he would continue to contribute to the Demon Sea Marsh!
Boom!
The Ancestral Crocodile beings knelt on the ground, shouting in unison, "We bid farewell to our Lord!!"
"Crack!!"
The Great Elder pulled out the Lord's spine. The aura emanating from it, the boiling blood, and the Saint Lord realm divine power were all sealed within the spine by the Great Elder!
"Human!!"
"We are mortal enemies!!!"
The Great Elder raised the spine in his hand.
"Mortal enemies!!"
"Mortal enemies!!"
"Mortal enemies!!"
Boom!
The Ancestral Crocodile beings rose from the ground, drawing the blades at their waists and charging towards the Han's Qiongqi Legion. There was no formation, they all charged out, men and women, old and young, regardless of their cultivation level, their eyes blazing with bloodlust. The Han army was their mortal enemy. Their fearsome will reached its peak the moment the Great Elder extracted the Lord's spine!
Controlled by the Great Elder, the blood-drenched spine transformed into a blood-red spear. Waves of the Lord's aura surged from the spear, its killing intent piercing the heavens. The Great Elder, wielding the spear, thrust it forward. Two torrents of divine power merged, blasting towards Meng Tian!
"Even together, you two are no match for this general!"
Witnessing this scene, Meng Tian, though he did not understand the action, did not dwell on it. The Great Elder of the Demon Sea's choice was indeed the best. Their Lord was half-dead; it was better to extract the divine power-infused spine.
To be used by their strongest warrior, their combined strength would undoubtedly reach a terrifying level!
This spear strike was imbued with terrifying killing intent!
"Let the Demon Sea Marsh be extinguished today!"
Meng Tian's expression was calm. He moved his feet, appearing directly in front of the blood-red spear light. Clad in his Qiongqi armor, under the terrifying blood-red light, a Qiongqi phantom flickered. Instantly, he thrust his bronze sword forward!
The void shattered inch by inch, transforming into brown divine light. For a thousand miles, it became a world of Qiongqi, where nothing in existence could impede its path!
Bang!
The bronze sword and the blood-red spear collided with the heavens!
A deafening roar shook the world. Countless soldiers, caught in the terrifying vibrations, turned into bloody mist as the earth collapsed. Even for Zhang Han and others, their Qiongqi armor instantly emitted divine light, yet their chests caved in, and blood trickled from their lips.
"Formation!"
Meng Wu, struggling to breathe, rushed towards the location of the battle flag. He seized it with one hand and roared towards the army.
The battle formation took shape, but in that short time, the Qiongqi Legion had already suffered considerable damage.
Above the void, three Saint Lord divine powers clashed!
The earth rose a hundred zhang high, and layers of shockwaves descended from the sky. The Qiongqi spread its wings, protecting the army!
Boom!
One by one, the Ancestral Crocodile beings, caught in the shockwaves, had their flesh and blood dissolve, their bones shattered. In the blink of an eye, nothing remained.