165: Ambush the Demons

After several days of traveling while sleeping in the open, the group from the Heavenly Emperor Palace, led by Su Lie, finally arrived in the Southern Wilderness, travel-worn and weary.

"Chener, do you have any confidence regarding this Demon Race invasion?" Su Lie asked in a deep voice, his expression grave.

"The strength of the Demon Emperor is currently unknown, so I do not have absolute confidence," Yang Lingchen said, his brows furrowed and his expression grave.

"Then, should we adopt an offensive or defensive mode for what comes next?" Su Lie asked, filled with worry.

"An active offensive, of course, but my plan is to use a guerrilla mode," Yang Lingchen said with a determined gaze.

"Guerrilla mode? What does that mean?" Su Lie asked, puzzled.

"It means utilizing a single strong point to continuously launch surprise attacks and kill their main generals," Yang Lingchen explained methodically.

"That is a good method," Su Lie said, nodding thoughtfully.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

During these three days, the entire Central Domain Divine Land suffered inhumane attacks from the Demon Race; countless factions were wiped out, leaving behind a scene of misery and desolation.

Now, except for the Southern Wilderness, all other regions of the Central Domain Divine Land had been brutally occupied by the Demon Race.

During these past few days, the Southern Wilderness had also suffered several frantic attacks from the Demon Race, but they were all successfully repelled by the tenacious Human Race led by Yang Lingchen.

Late that night.

Yang Lingchen took Su Lie, Ling Yucheng, and Chen Xiaoyun, and carefully snuck toward the direction of the Demon Race army.

This time, Yang Lingchen planned to first scout the situation to see just how strong the Demon Emperor was before making further plans.

The strength of the four-man group led by Yang Lingchen could be considered the Peak of the Human Race's strength, yet faced with the Demon Race invasion, they felt powerless.

This was because the Demon Race had far too many Saint Realm powerhouses; no matter how strong one was, it was impossible to withstand the desperate onslaught of dozens or hundreds of Saints!

Furthermore, these Saints were all Demon people at the Peak of the ninth layer of the Saint Realm, which was truly terrifying.

Yang Lingchen moved forward cautiously, with Su Lie and the others following closely behind. Throughout the journey, the four maintained high vigilance and were extremely careful.

Soon, they stopped when they passed a deep and precipitous canyon.

At this moment, on the outskirts of the canyon, a group of Demon Race soldiers were patrolling back and forth, looking as if they were facing a formidable enemy and were battle-ready.

"Grandfather, you three attack from different directions. Once you draw out the Demon Race powerhouses, split up and flee quickly, while I take the opportunity to kill the Demon Race powerhouses."

Yang Lingchen's plan was to have the three of them cause a disturbance outside; once the Demon Race powerhouses appeared, he would seize the opportunity to kill them with lightning speed.

"Alright, but you must be careful," Su Lie said with a serious expression.

"Rest assured, Grandfather. On this vast continent, as long as I want to escape, very few can catch up to me," Yang Lingchen said, a confident and calm smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

Soon, Su Lie and the other two split into three different directions and silently snuck toward the Demon Race.

Yang Lingchen restrained his Aura to the extreme, his entire person floating in the clouds like a ghost, waiting for the Demon Race powerhouses to appear so he could strike with thunderous force and kill them in one blow.

At the agreed-upon time, Su Lie and the others indeed launched a fierce attack on the Demon Race.

Most of these Demon Race soldiers had a cultivation level around the Emperor Realm, so in less than a moment, the three of them killed over a thousand Demon Race soldiers as if they were cutting vegetables.

"You are courting death, daring to ambush our Demon Race camp!"

Just then, several Demon Race powerhouses with terrifying Auras charged out of the canyon aggressively.

Floating in the clouds, Yang Lingchen couldn't help but twitch his eyes fiercely.

At this moment, he secretly felt fortunate that he hadn't blindly rushed in, otherwise he would definitely have suffered a huge loss.

Judging from the Auras of these several Demon Race powerhouses, the strength of almost every one of them was enough to absolutely crush Su Lie and the others.

Even if Yang Lingchen faced these few people simultaneously, he would only be able to flee in defeat.

The moment the Demon Race powerhouses rushed out, Su Lie and the others did not hesitate to flee in all directions, quickly disappearing into the vast night.

Yang Lingchen's sharp, hawk-like eyes stared fixedly at one of the Demon Race powerhouses.

He suddenly swung the immortal demon sword in his hand, and the Sword Qi tore through the Void Realm, creating an invisible, surging wave of Qi in the air as it slashed straight toward that Demon Race powerhouse.

That Demon Race powerhouse immediately sensed a trace of fatal danger and suddenly lunged forward.

"Bang…!"

Although he had sensed the danger, his speed was ultimately a beat too slow, and one of his arms was directly severed by Yang Lingchen's sharp Sword Qi.

Like a bolt of lightning, Yang Lingchen descended from the sky and once again unleashed a brilliant Sword Qi. This Sword Qi seemed as if it were about to ruthlessly tear the Void Realm apart, emitting a soul-stirring buzzing sound.

"Swish…!"

In an instant, the Demon Race powerhouse's head flew off, and blood sprayed onto the ground like a fountain.

Having succeeded with one strike, Yang Lingchen's figure flashed, instantly disappearing into the boundless night.

"Despicable human, you are courting death!"

The other Demon Race powerhouses reacted instantly in a fit of rage, frantically charging toward the place where Yang Lingchen had disappeared.

Meanwhile, Yang Lingchen once again became an Incarnation of a ghost, silently lurking in the clouds, quietly following behind these few Demon Race powerhouses.

With Yang Lingchen's current, highly perfected strength, these Demon Race powerhouses couldn't possibly catch up to him in terms of speed, no matter how hard they tried.

Merely killing one Demon Race powerhouse was not what Yang Lingchen wanted.

Because this could not achieve the effect of severely striking the Demon Race's morale.

A fierce glint flashed in Yang Lingchen's eyes. His figure moved like a ghost, constantly weaving freely through the clouds. Since these few Demon Race powerhouses dared to pursue him, they shouldn't think about going back.

Just then, Yang Lingchen seized a once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity, stealthily darted behind one of the Demon Race powerhouses, and without hesitation, slashed out with his sword; the Sword Qi instantly sliced across the Demon's neck.

Having succeeded with one strike, Yang Lingchen's figure once again vanished into the night like a ghost.

"Ahhhh… Despicable human, this seat will tear you into ten thousand pieces!"

The remaining four Demon Race powerhouses roared hysterically and once again frantically charged toward the place where Yang Lingchen had disappeared.

However, Yang Lingchen's figure had long since vanished without a trace.

"Everyone, be careful and cover each other. This human is extremely strong," one of the lead Demon Race powerhouses said, trembling with fear.

"Despicable human, if I catch him, I will make him taste the punishment of anal rupture," another Demon said, a wicked and vicious look appearing in his eyes.

At this time, Yang Lingchen was hiding in the clouds, constantly weaving about, looking for the perfect opportunity.

As long as he could kill one more Demon Race powerhouse, the remaining three would no longer be enough to threaten him.

However, these four Demon Race powerhouses were not that easy to kill right now.

Because these four were covering each other, it was not that easy for Yang Lingchen to find an opportunity to kill them.

After pondering for a moment, Yang Lingchen finally decided to confront these four head-on.

He adjusted his state to the best, and suddenly swung the immortal demon sword. A brilliant Sword Qi flashed through the air, transforming into a huge, cold, gleaming blade that carried a biting, frigid Aura as it slashed aggressively toward the four Demon Race powerhouses.

"Bang…!"

"Boom, boom, boom, boom…!"

The moment the Sword Qi descended, the four Demon Race powerhouses sensed the imminent danger and scrambled to dodge in all directions in a sorry state.

Having missed with one sword strike, Yang Lingchen took advantage of the momentum to descend and swung his sword several more times. These Sword Qis, carrying the power to split mountains and crack rocks, slashed toward the four Demon Race powerhouses with an overwhelming Aura.