Under the loud command of Huangliang Lingjun, the human side learned that the two races were to join forces to deal with the Spirit Tribe first. Though slightly surprised, none of the cultivators or body refiners who had made it this far were ordinary, and naturally, no one objected.
Immediately, demonic energy surged as hordes of ferocious demon beasts and over a dozen shape-shifting demon cultivators emerged.
On the human side, various magical treasures and spiritual tools were summoned, filling the sky with radiant light.
The green-skirted woman and Huangshigong, seeing the young Huan and Huangliang Lingjun whispering, had already sensed trouble. Now, witnessing this scene, they immediately realized the alliance between humans and demons.
Exchanging grim glances, the two turned and fled without a word.
Behind them, the wooden birds and colossal stone giants rumbled as they swiftly retreated into the valley.
The Spirit Tribe seemed to be retreating without a fight.
This left both humans and demons momentarily stunned, but they quickly assumed the Spirit Tribe had recognized their overwhelming disadvantage and chosen to flee.
Morale soared as demonic energy and radiant light surged forward without hesitation, instantly crushing over a hundred slower-moving wooden and stone puppets. In the blink of an eye, some humans and demons had already charged into the valley.
There was truly no resistance at all!
Huan and Huangliang Lingjun, witnessing this, couldn’t help but show a trace of suspicion.
Having personally battled the Spirit Tribe in the past, they were well aware of their ferocity. For two Spirit Tribe members to retreat like this was highly unusual.
“Something’s wrong! Order them to stop immediately!” Huan’s expression darkened as he turned to Huangliang Lingjun.
“Indeed, there’s a problem!” Huangliang Lingjun nodded, took a deep breath, and let out a long whistle to recall their forces.
But at that moment, a bloody glow eerily appeared above the valley entrance. Thunder rumbled as it condensed into a massive blood lotus, dozens of feet wide.
The petals were crimson as blood, reeking of bloodlust, spinning rapidly in midair.
“Damn it—it’s Xutian, the Mystic Spirit!”
Huan paled at the sight of the blood lotus.
Though Huangliang Lingjun had never seen it before, he recognized the name—one of the Eight Great Mystic Spirits of the Artifact Spirit Tribe—and was equally shocked.
Before they could react, the blood lotus suddenly transformed into a raging river of blood, cascading down from the sky.
Wherever the blood passed, humans and demons alike were instantly annihilated, vanishing into wisps of green smoke.
Neither demonic defenses nor protective treasures could withstand the blood’s corrosive power.
In moments, only a small fraction of the two races remained outside the valley. The survivors, pale with terror, needed no orders—they fled back in panic.
The blood river, unsatisfied, surged out of the valley, chasing the fleeing figures.
Huan and Huangliang Lingjun could no longer stand by. Enraged, they attacked together.
Huan spat out a gust of gray demonic wind, which twisted into a gray wind dragon, lunging at the blood river.
Huangliang Lingjun snorted, flicking his sleeve to summon a golden Bagua mirror. With a hand seal, a thick golden beam shot forth.
A deafening explosion erupted as the wind dragon and golden beam collided with the blood river, halting its advance.
“Hahaha! To think I’d encounter peers of your races in such a remote place. Xutian pays his respects.”
The blood river recoiled, reforming into the blood lotus. A figure in dark robes stood atop it—Xutian of the Artifact Spirit Tribe, his gaze razor-sharp.
Seeing Xutian retract his technique, Huan and Huangliang Lingjun also withdrew their powers, though their expressions remained grim.
“Xutian, as a Mystic Spirit, you dare slaughter juniors so wantonly? Do you not fear retaliation against your own kind?” Huangliang Lingjun scanned the survivors—barely a hundred humans remained, and two of his Nascent Soul cultivators were missing.
“Trifling beings below the Nascent Soul stage—killing them means nothing. Would your races truly wage war over this? Besides, weren’t you two also planning to bully the weak?” Xutian replied dismissively.
As he spoke, flashes of light appeared behind him, revealing other Spirit Tribe members—Tieren, Huaguang, and others.
Huan and Huangliang Lingjun exchanged glances, reassessing their odds.
After a moment, they relaxed slightly. Despite their losses, the combined forces of humans and demons still held a slight advantage.
Huangliang Lingjun sneered, about to speak, when Huan’s eyes narrowed. “Wait—the Water Tribe is missing! They’re stalling us!”
Realization dawned on Huangliang Lingjun. With a furious wave, his mirror unleashed golden beams anew. Huan summoned his demonic wind again.
Behind them, under the leadership of the palace-robed woman and City Lord Lan, humans and demons charged forward.
The Spirit Tribe stood their ground.
Flames and sword beams crisscrossed as stone giants and wooden birds surged from the valley. The wooden birds unleashed volleys of green arrows, while the stone giants hurled massive yellow orbs.
Chaos erupted.
Meanwhile, the blood lotus transformed back into a river, shooting skyward.
Huangliang Lingjun and Huan pursued, matching Xutian blow for blow.
Though all three were of similar cultivation, Xutian, as a Mystic Spirit, had existed for millennia, his combat experience and power far surpassing theirs. One-on-one, the humans and demons would lose.
But the two fought in perfect sync, barely gaining the upper hand.
Above, blood, wind, and golden light clashed. Below, explosions, flames, and roars filled the air.
A blue streak flashed—a massive sword descended, cleaving a dozen stone giants apart.
On the Spirit Tribe’s side, a crimson hand emerged, crushing several cultivators into ash.
A human roared, his body swelling into a towering black giant. Fists like black pythons lashed out, forcing Spirit Tribe members and puppets alike to retreat.
From the Spirit Tribe, a silver figure expanded, surpassing the black giant.
Tieren of the Metal Spirit Tribe.
The ground shook as the silver giant closed in, fists crashing against the black giant’s.
The thunderous impacts sent nearby humans and demons reeling, scrambling away.
Elsewhere, high-ranking Spirit Tribe members and demon cultivators clashed.
A black phoenix soared from the demon ranks, its flames incinerating wooden birds before vanishing. It reappeared at the valley entrance, transforming into the palace-robed woman, who dashed inside.
“Damn it!” City Lord Lan panicked.
His seven blue swords unleashed a storm of slashes, carving a path as he shot into the valley.
Seven or eight others seized the chance to follow.
The last to enter was a youth wreathed in red light—Han Li.
Somehow, despite his earlier lack of power, he now wielded intense fire energy, darting into the valley as if fully restored.
Inside, Han Li understood why it was called Chaos Valley.
The sky, ground, and cliffs were all shrouded in a gray haze, as if veiled in an unremovable mist.
Han Li halted, watching the others race deeper.
Narrowing his eyes, he formed a seal and spat out a silver fireball.
A clear cry rang out as the flames expanded into a fiery bird, circling him.
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