In this late autumn season, a chill had already set in.
Dark clouds hung low overhead. Raindrops pattered down noisily, knocking yellow leaves from the dense forest in fluttering cascades.
The humanoid war beast glowed in the darkness. Its six-meter-tall frame was thick and powerful, its bulging muscles coiling like winding hornless dragons. It closed in step by step through the torrential downpour, casting an unspeakable oppressive weight over this stretch of land.
When its heavy footsteps landed, the ground trembled faintly and muddy water splashed in all directions. As it exhaled from its snout and mouth, the blast blew the curtain of rain apart, turning it into vast plumes of white vapor.
Qin Ming stood in the heavy downpour, his body burning hot as warm currents surged ceaselessly through his limbs and bones. A medicinal salve was taking effect.
It was another item from Helian Zhaoyu's collection: that pot of green paste capable of triggering an explosive surge of potential during combat!
Yet he frowned. His physical body's strength had undergone no qualitative transformation.
Today, he had ingested a much larger dose than during his previous trial, yet the effect remained unchanged.
Deep in the night sky, however, Qin Ming's primary consciousness felt something entirely different—his own power had risen by no small margin.
"Helian Zhaoyu walks the immortal path, so the precious medicine he prepared focuses on the spiritual domain."
From the space inside the rag, Qin Ming retrieved the jade jar and absorbed another portion of the green paste. It transformed into a shower of light and merged into the blazing sun-like orb.
At this moment, the spiritual light of his consciousness, his divine wisdom, and his heavenly light fused into a single whole. Were it not wrapped in the rag, he would resemble a dazzling Golden Crow suspended high in the vast sky.
"Conceal breath." Even with the rag obscuring him, he did his best to dim the heavenly light, blending himself more thoroughly into the rainy night without leaving the slightest flaw.
The green medicinal paste boosted his power once more; after this, adding more would produce no further effect.
The rain poured down in torrents, crashing against the ground and throwing up drifts of mist.
Standing amidst the curtain of rain with bone club in hand, the silver behemoth said, "You are going to die."
Though its killing intent surged, it remained relatively cautious. For this human to dare come back and fight meant he surely had something to rely on; it had no wish to capsize in a ditch.
Silver flames boiled around its body. This time, it proactively underwent sacralization, fully enveloping its frame.
Qin Ming watched closely. Far from dismayed, he felt pleased. The silver glow was not as intense as the first time, and it seemed to fade even faster.
He remained exceedingly calm and spoke the exact same words: "You are going to die."
The silver war beast sneered, "Trying to rattle my mind? Don't waste your effort."
The silver flames across its body detonated with a sound like rolling thunder. Swings of its bone club came crashing down; it would not waste its limited time in sacralization, hoping to thoroughly slay this human youth this time.
Qin Ming dodged. Relying solely on pure physical might to fight while maneuvering was extremely perilous; he wanted to wear down the opponent's sacralization duration.
As he retreated riding the wind, he called out, "Old-timers will arrive in a moment. You brute will not escape death."
Hearing this, the silver war beast actually exhaled a long breath. Earlier, it had genuinely harbored some misgivings, but now it grinned broadly and said, "You won't be seeing any reinforcements."
Qin Ming's heart sank. In this pitch-black, rainy night, boundless killing intent seemed to lurk.
Lightning ripped through the dark clouds, illuminating the ink-black world and exposing the humanoid behemoth's flat yet savage face. Grinning malevolently, it brandished its bone club and closed in with blinding speed.
With a resounding boom, trees shattered and muddy water sprayed everywhere. This stretch of mountain forest looked as if it had suffered a mudslide, vanishing in mere moments.
The silver war beast was terrifying. Wherever the bone club swept, nothing could withstand it; whatever it touched detonated instantly.
This time, Qin Ming was walking a tightrope, engaging in an extreme running battle. He avoided contact wherever possible, yet he could not widen the distance and was on the verge of being locked down.
A humanoid behemoth in sacralization was truly horrifying. As its bone club cleaved the air, the sonic booms overpowered the heavenly thunder in the high heavens. It seemed like a berserk fiend god from ancient times, stepping forth from a temporal vortex amidst the storm.
Qin Ming had never struggled so hard. He appeared to be teetering on the boundary between life and death.
Yet no panic showed on his face; he remained calm. He wanted to do everything in his power to save the townspeople, but he also had to ensure his own survival.
The humanoid war beast grew irritable. This human youth's physical strength seemed somewhat greater than before; without even employing heavenly light force this time, he had actually parried one of its blows.
Although he was still sent flying backward and the hand gripping his saber bled, he was noticeably stronger than before.
A throbbing pain shot through Qin Ming's palm. The consumed green paste was indeed effective, yet for his physical body, it brought no qualitative leap. Continuing like this remained perilous.
The silver behemoth charged. Its massive frame had become considerably more agile thanks to sacralization, like an elephant dancing lightly or a giant dragon elegantly plucking zither strings, carrying a mysterious, ethereal rhythm.
Yet inward urgency nagged at it. Its sacralization was ebbing away at a rate visible to the naked eye, lasting shorter than before.
Letting out a long howl, its silver flames boiled one last time as it locked onto Qin Ming, determined to bring him down at all costs. Leaving massive afterimages across the rainy night, it rained blows upon its opponent.
In the night sky, the miniature Qin Ming draped in the rag stood ready to strike, both hands clutching the finger-length, translucent-white exotic metal small sword as he stared downward.
He evaluated carefully: the silver war beast's strengths and weaknesses were both prominent. It possessed immense strength, rapid recovery, and sacralization. Yet comparatively, it was clumsier than creatures of the same realm, the range of its projected beast essence was limited, and its methods in the spiritual domain were virtually nonexistent.
He calculated that as long as he could breach its dreadful defense and bore through its crown, the likelihood of slaying its consciousness would be high.
On the ground, the silver war beast went berserk. Before its sacralization completely receded, it unleashed its most ferocious assault. Silver flames illuminated the surroundings like an invisible domain, seemingly distorting space and disrupting Qin Ming's evasive rhythm.
"Die!" it roared with laughter. At last, at this final juncture, it drove its opponent into a corner, completely blanketing him within its attack range.
Qin Ming's physical body was not channeling heavenly light force at that moment, yet it began to glow, turning exceptionally brilliant and radiant.
During his First Realm, he had undergone rebirth nine times—though the final one had been an accumulation and relay rebirth, somewhat beyond the norm. Over that period, he had acquired four abilities: three peculiar lights and the Eye of the Newborn.
Why were the three peculiar lights called peculiar? They were unique in that they perfectly replicated his heavenly light force, divine wisdom, and consciousness spirit light at their peak states.
Furthermore, regardless of his current condition, they could erupt with full force.
However, each peculiar light could only be used once per day.
Now, he activated all three peculiar lights. Instead of using them separately, he stacked and fused them directly, unleashing a total explosion here.
Combined with the green precious medicine he had consumed to unleash his latent potential, this state was formidable indeed.
Clearly, he deliberately fused heavenly light, consciousness, and divine wisdom—equating to a strike from his ultimate state.
Right now, apart from lacking the small exotic metal sword and the rag, he was no different from the blazing sun-like "primary self" in the night sky.
However, he did not blast it all out at once. Instead, he manifested the immortal vista diagrams of various wondrous arts, launching a counterattack in another overpowering form.
Surrounding Qin Ming's body, heavenly light surged like an ocean, like a mountain deluge. Then the black-and-white yin-yang diagram emerged, turning slowly to protect him at its center.
In an instant, it transformed into Black-White Twin Trees, taking root before him. Next, five elements sacred baleful auras manifested: the Vermilion Bird sacred baleful aura spanned the sky, turning into a blazing sun; the Yellow Dragon sacred baleful aura coalesced the earth; the Black Tortoise sacred baleful aura brought torrential black waters pouring forth...
The conceptual manifestations of the five elements were all brought into reality.
With the circulation of wind-riding force, a fresh breeze blew past. The Black-White Twin Trees swayed, shifting between withering and thriving. A butterfly danced lightly, while a dragon and snake lurked amidst the clouds and mist.
On the tree trunks rested a cicada and a silkworm, both feeding on the dual energies of yin and yang.
At this moment, Qin Ming displayed a posture prepared for an ultimate strike. The scene looked serene and vivid, yet it caused his opponent's cold pupils to contract.
At first, the silver war beast was quite startled, actually sensing a thread of danger. But ultimately, it relaxed again. Even if the opponent attacked in his peak state, it still fell short of its own might.
With a crash, the bone club in its grasp came down. The twin trees swept out dense black-and-white light, the power of yin and yang neutralizing its immense force.
Moreover, the shifting dynamic of withering and thriving spread along the bone club toward its body, seeming as if it would rob it of a century of life.
"Hiss." The humanoid war beast's heart trembled, and it drew in a sharp breath. The beast essence inside its body surged violently, finally blocking the lifespan-severing strike of the Withering and Thriving Classic.
It could only be said that a Fourth Realm behemoth was extraordinarily frightening. Its defensive power was shocking to behold; in a mere split second, it took on the attacks of over a dozen wondrous art conceptions in succession.
The silver war beast roared, its eyes crimson. It was bleeding. A golden silkworm, drill-like, bore into its flesh, driving countless golden threads in a frantic flurry of slicing cuts.
A cicada carried sword qi upon its wings along with arcs of lightning, slamming swiftly into the center of its brows, causing its body to stagger as blood coated its head.
Qin Ming's heavenly light took shape, manifesting as the Vermilion Bird, Azure Dragon, White Tiger... The divine lights of the five elements shone dazzlingly bright, five massive greatswords standing upright before slashing forward. Aiming straight for the humanoid war beast's head, sword light erupted in dense bursts of hundreds and thousands of beams.
"Roar!"
The silver behemoth bellowed. Its skull was nearly torn open as it bore the bombardment of its opponent's ultimate state.
Worse, that human youth was perverse—he cared only about its head.
A dragon and snake danced—the true meaning of the Dragon Snake Scripture. The moment they struck together, they lashed its head like a whip, followed immediately by another strike of the Dragon Snake Shears.
The conceptual aura of the Dragon-Tiger Dao Scripture surfaced. A dragon and tiger vied for supremacy, clashing atop its head and ringing out in harmony with the Dao, causing its head to boom like a beaten drum.
Over a dozen anomalies stacked atop one another, enveloping the silver war beast, yet they still failed to finish it off.
Just as Qin Ming had estimated earlier, he could heavily injure it, but could not execute it—and that was already with the enhancement of the precious medicine from the Helian clan of the Immortal Imperial Sect.
"The Fourth Realm cannot be defied! You cannot change your fate—your time has come!" Drenched in blood, the humanoid war beast charged out of the immortal vista diagrams manifested by the wondrous arts. Grinning viciously as it wielded its bone club, it swept forward to kill.
Qin Ming left behind only a butterfly and a gust of fresh breeze—the resonance of the Dao rhymes of the Imperishable Butterfly Classic and the Wind-Riding Scripture. He soared into the air, briefly traversing the night sky.
"Want to run? Not a chance!" The humanoid war beast gave chase, its eyelids stained red by the blood streaming down from its head.
The beast essence within its body surged outward, expanding its attack radius.
Qin Ming coughed up mouthfuls of blood as the beast essence poured over him incessantly.
"Ah..." The humanoid war beast roared. It felt its sacralization completely receding; agonizing pain shot through its head, and its speed slowed noticeably.
It had been just a hair away from thoroughly slaying the human youth; under the battering of its beast essence, many of the youth's bones had already snapped.
"Damn it!" It saw the Thunder King Bird swooping down once again to mount a rescue.
"This time, I won't give you a chance to escape!" Its flat face was stamped with grim malice. Its entire body sprang into the air, pouncing forward in reckless abandon, its eyes fixed solely on the heavily injured figure ahead.
In the night sky, rain poured down heavily. Occasional flashes of lightning illuminated the earth, revealing widespread ruin—vast swathes of the mountain forest had been destroyed.
Silently and soundlessly, Qin Ming's primary consciousness rode a sword down along the curtain of rain.
Now, governing all techniques with the scriptures of the silk book, he revealed his mightiest posture!
"Not even the heavens can save you! Die!" Mid-leap, the silver war beast's trajectory was set, its face bearing the malicious thrill of about to butcher human meat-crops.
Suddenly, its grin froze. Agonizing pain exploded in its head as plumes of blood sprayed out, mingling with the rain to splash across its face and arms.
Next, it felt fractured bone shards flying outward.
"Ah..." It screamed in terror. Its skull had been chiseled through, breaking apart into pieces that scattered in all directions.
It felt a scorching heat inside its head. As a behemoth, the spiritual domain was its weakness; having its skull smashed open plunged it straight into mortal peril.
The rag glowed, enhancing Qin Ming's power.
Up to now, Qin Ming had only discovered two uses for it.
First, it contained an internal space that could store items. Second, it could amplify heavenly light force, giving a limited boost to his combat prowess.
Though it did not bring a qualitative leap, such an enhancement produced miraculous effects at critical junctures.
Coupled with Helian Zhaoyu's green precious medicine, the two effects stacked together, allowing Qin Ming to successfully pierce the humanoid war beast's skull, shatter its beast essence, and strike straight into its vital core.
Moreover, there was the small exotic metal sword. That material was prized even by gods and immortals; items such as the Eight Trigrams Furnace and the rag were cast or woven from various exotic metals.
It was specifically tailored to pierce heavenly light force, spiritual power, beast essence, and the like.
Now, Qin Ming maneuvered the sword through this massive skull, grinding down the behemoth's not-so-formidable consciousness.
At this moment, Qin Ming's experience was hard to describe. Fused into the sun-like heavenly light, his perception was far sharper than usual. It felt as if he were swinging a sword through a quagmire.
Or more precisely, maneuvering a sword through paste or soft tofu pudding, slashing and charging amid stickiness everywhere.
Though the experience was thoroughly repulsive, he endured it to slay a Fourth Realm powerhouse, relentlessly extinguishing the opponent's spirit.
As the humanoid war beast's life force plunged rapidly toward the bottom and its beast essence receded, Qin Ming's heavenly light shone like a blazing sun, completely burning through its skull.
He flew out riding the sword, instantly illuminating the ruined woodland. The nearby downpour was driven away and vaporized into rising white mist, like curling immortal wisps.
Of course, were it not for the colossal corpse, the shattered skull, and the scorched "tofu pudding," it would have looked far more like an immortal realm.
In his current state, he naturally would not be tainted by filthy matter, yet he still felt thoroughly disgusted. After extinguishing the heavenly light, he rinsed himself in the torrential rain.
Only then did he return to his physical body. Gripping the mutton-fat jade iron saber, he slashed at the behemoth—mainly uneasy about whether it was truly dead, intending to kill it two more times.
Finally, he governed all techniques with the scriptures of the silk book once more, unleashing fused heavenly light force to burn the behemoth from head to toe.
In the night sky, the Thunder King Bird was stunned. Was this a miracle? Qin Ming had actually slain a Fourth Realm silver war beast—unbelievable!
Just now, it had swooped down in seamless coordination, thinking it could carry Qin Ming into the sky to escape the mortal peril. It had never imagined that there would be no need to flee at all, having resolved a mighty Fourth Realm adversary.
It felt an urge to prostrate itself in worship before the youth in the downpour. This was a legendary feat—someone truly could cross an entire major realm to kill an enemy!
The Thunder King Bird landed on the ground, bowing its head in obeisance. This was heartfelt submission; its very soul had been shaken by this battle.
Its beak trembled, and its speech faltered.
In the past, the Fourth Princess of Dayu had said that in the future, when Qin Ming reached the Patriarch level, he could kill immortals!
Now the Thunder King Bird felt that once Qin Ming stood in the realm of the strongest Patriarchs, he might be able to directly slay Earth Immortals!
Although crossing realms to slay foes grew ever more difficult as cultivation progressed—since creatures reaching later stages were never simple—the bird nonetheless held blind veneration for Qin Ming at this moment, believing he would indeed possess such power in the future.
"What are you bowing for? Get up!" Qin Ming poured out some auspicious beast blood and gave it to the bird.
This precious treasure could grant a creature of any path a single rebirth, making it an extraordinary medicine.
Today, the Thunder King Bird had not fled alone; it had coordinated with him flawlessly, allowing him to fight the silver behemoth without worries from behind and carry him away at critical moments.
Now, this swift avian beast had passed his test.
"Ah, so much... I can... break through!" The Thunder King Bird's eyes widened. The glowing blood medicine was considerably more than what it had used to heal its wounds. It grew instantly excited, its voice shaking.
"Is this really for me?" it stammered. Such auspicious blood was priceless.
Qin Ming said, "Without you, how could I have dared wager everything against that behemoth? I certainly wouldn't have escaped its pursuit. However, the situation right now isn't right—emergencies could happen at any moment. It's not suitable for you to take it yet, so I'll hold onto it for you first."
Then he grimaced; he had suffered heavy injuries himself and needed to heal.
"The precious medicine from the Helian clan of the Immortal Imperial Sect is truly extraordinary." Moments later, Qin Ming's bones crackled. His whole body glowed, venting wisps of purple haze.
As long as breath remained, the purple life-saving medicine could bring a Third Realm creature back from the brink, allowing rapid recovery.
Qin Ming sat cross-legged here for a long time, finally recovering completely.
Even by now, no senior figures had appeared.
Torrents of rain poured down like waterfalls across the world—a rare sight in late autumn.
Qin Ming knew that something major had likely happened.
Taking a deep breath, he carried the behemoth's remains, swiftly moved into the dense forest in the distance, and buried them temporarily.
Having slain a Fourth Realm powerhouse, if word got out, it would inevitably cause a massive sensation, and certain individuals might harbor unwanted thoughts.
Yet he did not want to forfeit this military merit either; he planned to consult Yu Gensheng or Lu Zizai later to see if they had ways to help him exchange it for Vajra Great Medicine, the Golden Crow Illuminates the Night Classic, or other rewards.
At this time, many residents in Qingfeng Town had either hidden in cellars or fled in the rain, panic running rampant.
Chiefly, that beast's roar earlier had been too terrifying, overpowering the thunder in the night sky. Though they had not seen the silver war beast, they had clearly felt it drawing closer, terrifying everyone in town.
Upon entering the town, Qin Ming projected his voice: "It is safe now."
At once, Second Realm newborns came to greet him, and disciples of the immortal path also emerged, all offering their respects.
"Ah, that's the big brother who treated us to delicious food! He's actually Lord Guardian!"
Some children looked out through windows in amazement.
The panic gripping Qingfeng Town gradually dissipated.
Qin Ming returned through the rain to the tall mountain outside town, gazing into the distance.
By now, the rain had begun to ease.
In the night sky, a flying mount arrived tardily. Atop it sat a middle-aged man in rather wretched shape, his armor shattered and blood still seeping from wounds across his body.
"Qin Ming?" he called out across the sky.
Qin Ming immediately leapt onto the Thunder King Bird's back, remaining vigilant, ready to flee instantly if anything seemed amiss.
He had sent word of the situation here well in advance, yet no expert had appeared after such a long wait; clearly, something had gone wrong.
"Even the mountain peak was split open... A Fourth Realm expert attacked?" The middle-aged man showed astonishment.
The Thunder King Bird said indignantly, "Yes! We sent a message requesting reinforcements in advance, yet not one of you showed up! We nearly died in battle here!"
The middle-aged man was shocked, finding it hard to believe. "You clashed with a Fourth Realm demon? Don't tell me you killed it?"
Qin Ming raised a hand, stopping the bird from speaking. "The situation is very complicated; it cannot be explained in a few words."
The middle-aged man said, "If a Fourth Realm demon attacked, you would have been completely justified in abandoning Qingfeng Town under such circumstances. The higher-ups wouldn't hold it against you. Across an entire major realm, no one could hold the line. In such a hopeless situation, you are permitted to retreat."
They knew Qin Ming had a Thunder King Bird and assumed he had security, capable of retreating at ease even if outmatched.
The middle-aged man found it absurd that Qin Ming seemed to have briefly held out against a Fourth Realm demon.
"You didn't retreat. Could you really have killed it, or did someone else frighten it away?" The middle-aged man was named Qi Yu, an expert of the esoteric sect.
Qin Ming had no intention of elaborating to him, saying, "I will report this matter in detail to the higher-ups. Many anomalies occurred today."
Qi Yu sighed. "Don't blame us. An emergency broke out across this region. Demons crossed the border and attacked Muguang City. As of now, the city... may have fallen."
"What?" Though Qin Ming had harbored suspicions, hearing this news still caught him by surprise. Was a massive war about to break out?
Muguang City stood above dozens of small towns across this region. Though not enormous in scale, its symbolic significance was substantial.
Those stationed there were Fourth Realm powerhouses. In crossing the border this time, the demons had not merely provoked town-level areas, but had struck directly to breach a city. Was this a final probe, or preparations for a decisive battle?
"My fellow cultivators and I were patrolling this region individually when we all came under attack. Two died in battle, one was heavily wounded, and only my injuries were relatively light."
Patrollers like Qi Yu were all Fourth Realm experts.
He candidly explained that a middle-aged man from the Five Elements Palace had fallen in battle; before dying, he had run into Qi Yu and urged him to rush here to rescue Qin Ming.
"He was the martial nephew of Elder Jin Yuan from the Five Elements Palace."
Hearing this, Qin Ming let out a heavy breath. Any joy from slaying the silver behemoth was thoroughly washed away. A Fourth Realm expert from the Five Elements Palace had wanted to come save him even on the verge of death, only to perish at the hands of demons.
"Since you are unharmed, I must rush to Muguang City immediately. I hope it hasn't turned into a city bathed in blood." Qi Yu prepared to fly away on his mount.
Qin Ming asked, "Have Third Realm demons mobilized as well? Are they also wreaking havoc?"
"I received word that a swarm of Third Realm demons converged on the White Elephant Ridge area, not far from Muguang City. With Fourth Realm demons leading the charge and wreaking havoc ahead, that group of young demons took the opportunity to run wild behind them." Qi Yu flew off into the distance.
He hurried off to reinforce Muguang City; things were rather grim there.
In this remote region, aside from hulking monsters like the silver war beast that could not shapeshift and were unsuited for travel, the other Fourth Realm demons had all pushed across.
"A clash among the top echelon is likely about to erupt!" Even the Thunder King Bird sensed impending disaster.
Those Patriarchs demanded the enemy be kept outside. Now that a city had been breached, Sixth Realm Patriarchs would likely take action, and there might even be battles among the gods.
"We're going to White Elephant Ridge!" Qin Ming said.
A streak of light pierced the night sky as the Thunder King Bird carried him eighty li away, arriving in haste.
There were quite a few small-town guardians like him who had rushed over to assist. This region was in utter chaos, demonic qi surging to the skies.
From a distance, Qin Ming saw a Third Realm cultivator of the esoteric sect unleash lightning arts to shatter a formidable demon, only to have his own chest run through by a demonic blade.
The scene in this region was tragic and gruesome. Blood stained the ridges, littered with severed arms and shattered limbs; First and Second Realm cultivators had no hope of survival here.
Qin Ming rode the Thunder King Bird sweeping across the sky, instantly slaying four Third Realm demon birds in a row. Their skulls shattered as they plummeted from high above.
"An immortal seed!" someone among the demons shouted loudly, alerting the others.
Demons formed a battle array and pressed closer, while others transmitted messages into the distance, seemingly summoning experts.
"Qin Ming?" Someone recognized him.
Someone else quickly informed him of the situation: "The immortal seed An Youxing fell in battle! Not long ago, he wounded two heavenly demon seeds, but he himself... Sigh!"
One of the two heavenly demon seeds had been severely injured and had stepped away to treat his wounds, while the other remained by his side to protect him.
Qin Ming froze. He had not expected that a seed of the immortal path had been in the same region as him, and had already died in battle.
Back in the Kunling region, An Youxing and he had had a minor spat when An Youxing tested his heavenly light force, though it had hardly amounted to serious friction.
Now, hearing that this immortal seed had faced two heavenly demon seeds without retreating, fighting two-on-one before ultimately perishing, Qin Ming was deeply shaken.
"Where are those two heavenly demon seeds?!" he asked.
"Behind that area!" someone pointed the way.
The Thunder King Bird turned into a streak of lightning, diving swiftly toward the spot.
The two heavenly demon seeds revealed themselves, standing on a slope to confront the formidable opponent who had suddenly appeared.
Qin Ming had just fought a bloody battle against a Fourth Realm behemoth, and his momentum was now at its peak. With surging killing intent in his heart, he pressed directly upon these two early Third Realm heavenly demon seeds.
"You..." Both were shocked. The moment they clashed, they were injured, coughing up mouthfuls of blood under the barrage of his heavenly light force.
Qin Ming's trump cards had struggled to take effect against the Fourth Realm humanoid war beast, but against these two heavenly demon seeds, they held overwhelming, irresistible supremacy.
He unleashed golden silkworm force. Dense golden threads of heavenly light intertwined, slicing continuously through the air, ultimately shredding one heavenly demon seed into pieces.
"Ah..."
Soon, the second heavenly demon seed also let out a shrill scream, slain upon this slope, leaving blood splattered across the ground.
Qin Ming slaughtered one demon after another until corpses littered the slope.
The surviving demons fled, bringing an end to the battle at White Elephant Ridge. The forces of Yezhou also withdrew swiftly to avoid being trapped here by greater demons.
Qin Ming frowned deeply, sighing inwardly that time waited for no one.
Under these broad circumstances, even immortal seeds were beginning to fall in battle one after another.
And with as many as four heavenly demon seeds dead at his hands, greater demons would likely fix their sights on him eventually.
Furthermore, with Muguang City breached and soaked in blood, the Patriarchs would inevitably make major moves; the final battle was drawing near.
Qin Ming sighed. In such a cruel environment, he had no choice—he needed to break through a major realm.
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