169: The End of the Demon Race

At the same time, the armies of both sides surged towards each other like a raging tide, clashing in a frenzy.

The Human Race had prepared countless bows and crossbows. A sky full of arrows rained down, a dense volley like a storm, covering the Demon Race army.

Each sharp arrow gleamed with a cold light, cutting fierce trajectories through the air.

The Demon Race was also prepared; they quickly brought out thick, sturdy shields and charged forward, holding them up.

Their steps were heavy and firm, and their shields glowed with an eerie light, as if resisting the impending threat of death.

For a time, the scene became extremely brutal and bloody, with people constantly falling dead.

Miserable howls rose and fell, blood flowed like a river, staining large areas of land. The entire battlefield seemed to have transformed into a Hell on earth, filled with wails.

Yang Lingchen and Ruthless also engaged in battle, fighting fiercely in the Void Realm.

Although Ruthless's cultivation level was much higher than Yang Lingchen's, he did not gain any obvious advantage.

Ruthless swung his sword, and the fierce Sword Qi seemed to tear through the Void Realm, sweeping towards Yang Lingchen with a chilling afterimage.

Wherever the Sword Qi passed, the entire space seemed to develop subtle cracks, emanating a heart-palpitating aura.

Facing the Demon Emperor's terrifying sword strike, Yang Lingchen quickly conjured his black cauldron and placed it in front of him.

“Boom... boom... boom...!”

A huge roar erupted, and Yang Lingchen was directly sent flying several kilometers back like a cannonball by the sword strike, barely managing to stabilize himself. His arm trembled slightly, but his face still held determination and defiance.

Ruthless's eyes held a trace of indifference, and he sneered, “Kid, with just this much strength, you dare to be arrogant in front of this Emperor.”

“You idiot, anyone who didn't know would think you won, huh? Do I look like I'm hurt?”

Yang Lingchen retorted fearlessly.

At the same time, he fiercely unleashed a Sword Qi from his immortal demon sword.

The Sword Qi was like a mountain collapse and a sea tsunami, rushing towards Ruthless with a terrifying surge of air, causing strong winds to howl and sand and stones to fly wherever it passed.

Ruthless suddenly leaped, stepping into the Void Realm, his entire being as brilliant as a meteor, and he stabbed a sword towards Yang Lingchen from mid-air.

This sword strike contained endless power, as if it could pierce through everything.

Yang Lingchen wielded the black cauldron with his left hand and slashed with the immortal demon sword in his right, bravely meeting Ruthless.

“Boom... boom... boom...!”

The next moment, the two collided fiercely.

Immediately, a terrifying aura of destruction swept forth, and the powerful impact distorted the surrounding space.

Both were sent flying by the impact, their clothes flapping in the wind.

But soon, the two resumed their fierce battle.

“Boom... boom... boom...!”

The two continuously collided in the Void Realm, each collision producing terrifying loud noises.

The entire Void Realm trembled, as if unable to withstand the immense power of these two.

“Crack!”

Suddenly, the Demon Emperor's figure paused, and a hint of pain appeared on his face. The armor on his right arm had been twisted to shreds, revealing a hideous and terrifying wound from which blood gushed out. The wound was deep enough to show bone, a shocking sight.

Yang Lingchen pressed his advantage, directly unleashing a Wusheng Sword Qi, slashing towards Ruthless. The Sword Qi was formless and colorless, yet carried a deadly threat.

“Damn it!”

The Demon Emperor cursed inwardly, his figure rapidly dodging to the side. His eyes were filled with anger and unwillingness.

“Die, Devil Head.”

Just then, a pleasant voice rang out, followed by a stunning figure suddenly charging out, directly rushing towards Ruthless. The figure was graceful, yet carried a fierce killing intent.

“Courting death.”

Ruthless gnashed his teeth, his eyes flashing with a cold light. He hastily struck out with his right palm, the palm force carrying a whistling sound as it rushed towards the stunning figure. This palm strike was incredibly powerful, as if it could destroy everything.

“Xiao Yu, be careful.”

Yang Lingchen roared, his figure flashing, and he swiftly slashed a sword towards Ruthless. His eyes were filled with worry and anxiety.

“Bang...!”

Yao Lingyu was sent flying by Ruthless's palm strike, and the immense force caused her to cough up several mouthfuls of blood. Her face instantly turned ashen, and her body swayed precariously in the air.

“Die!”

Just then, Yang Lingchen's Sword Qi, carrying a chilling cold light, directly slashed down towards Ruthless's head.

In a panic, Ruthless gritted his teeth and extended his right arm to block in front of him, then quickly lunged forward.

“Puff...!”

Yang Lingchen, enraged, slashed directly at Ruthless's right arm, instantly severing his entire right arm. Blood splattered, and Ruthless let out a shrill scream.

“Ah... ah...”

“Human brat, one day this Emperor will tear you into ten thousand pieces.”

Ruthless let out a mournful roar, then his figure transformed into a blood mist, instantly disappearing into the Demon Race army.

With Ruthless's defeat, the Demon Race army, which had held an absolute advantage, instantly fell into disarray. Their morale plummeted, and panic spread through the ranks.

“Xiao Yu, are you alright?”

Yang Lingchen quickly walked up to Yao Lingyu and hugged her. His eyes were filled with concern and tenderness.

“Human brat, put down the Demon Empress.”

At this moment, a resonant voice sounded not far behind Yang Lingchen.

“Yao Race?”

Yang Lingchen turned to look at several strong Yao Race cultivators.

“Uncle Sun, I'm fine, let's destroy the Demon Race first,” Yao Lingyu said, enduring her injuries. Her voice, though weak, was filled with determination.

“This...?” Ape King Sun Chenming looked at Yang Lingchen warily.

“Uncle Sun, don't worry, he won't hurt me,” Yao Lingyu said.

“Yes, Demon Empress.”

Several Demon Kings responded and then charged towards the Demon Race army. Their figures were as swift as lightning, carrying endless killing intent.

“Xiao Yu, you should go in and rest for a while.”

With that, Yang Lingchen fed Yao Lingyu a top-grade healing pill and then transported her into the haotian jade space. The Spiritual Qi in that space was dense, which would aid in her recovery.

With the addition of several Demon Kings, the battlefield situation instantly turned around.

At this point, Yang Lingchen once again charged towards the Demon Race powerhouses. What he had to do now was to slaughter all the Demon Race powerhouses at the ninth layer of the Saint Realm.

Only in this way could the losses of the Human Race be minimized.

Seeing that the tide had turned, Ruthless gritted his teeth and reluctantly uttered two words: “Retreat.”

As he spoke these words, his voice was filled with unwillingness and despair.

With Ruthless's order, the Demon Race army instantly collapsed like a crumbling mountain, frantically retreating into the distance. They abandoned their armor and weapons, looking utterly disheveled.

“Kill...!”

The Human Race army, their blood boiling, naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity to strike down a defeated foe. Their battle cries were deafening, and their morale was sky-high.

The Demon Race was retreating, but Yang Lingchen was frantically harvesting Demon Race lives. At this moment, he was like the God of Death; wherever he went, Demon Race members fell.

At this point, Ruthless had fallen into despair. He knew he had lost, and lost thoroughly.

After millions of years, the Demon Race had finally waited for the Seal to break. Ruthless had thought the Demon Race could rule the continent, but unexpectedly, he had led them to their demise.

Under Yang Lingchen's Fireball Technique and Ice Seal Technique, countless demons were incinerated or frozen into ice sculptures.

The Fireball Technique was scorching hot, as if it could melt everything, and the Ice Seal Technique was extremely cold, capable of instantly freezing life.

Meanwhile, Yang Lingchen's Divine Sense remained locked onto Ruthless, because Ruthless was the greatest threat to the Human Race.

“You trashy Demon Emperor, weren't you going to rule the Tianwu Continent? Why are you now fleeing like a stray dog? Don't you think you're disgracing your Demon Race ancestors?”

Yang Lingchen used his profound Profound Energy to project his voice across the entire battlefield. His voice was full of mockery and disdain.

As Yang Lingchen's voice fell, the morale of the Human Race army instantly surged, and they roared as they charged at the demons. Their eyes were filled with the flames of revenge.

At this moment, the demons completely lost faith in Ruthless, their Demon Emperor. Their hearts were filled with fear and despair.

At this time, Yang Lingchen was flying on his sword in the air, continuously unleashing Fireball Techniques. The fireballs were huge and scorching hot, illuminating the entire sky.

Although Yang Lingchen had the strength to stop the Demon Race army, he didn't. Instead, he chose to let them keep fleeing, as only then could he slowly slaughter them all.

Human nature is like this: when there is a glimmer of hope, no one will choose to fight to the death, but if you block their escape route, they will definitely fight you to the bitter end.

If that were the case, even if the Human Race army won, countless people would lose their lives, which would clearly be a net loss.

The pursuit continued, and seven or eight days passed in a flash.

By now, less than one-tenth of the Demon Race army remained. From several million, there were now fewer than two hundred thousand, all exhausted and demoralized.

At this point, Ruthless finally realized Yang Lingchen's objective: it was like boiling a frog in warm water, on one hand leaving an escape route for the Demon Race, and on the other hand, savagely slaughtering them from behind.

Unfortunately, Ruthless realized this too late. The number of demons was now insufficient to contend with the Human Race army.