novelapdf #1065 - In order to survive the internal strife
#1065 - In order to survive the internal strife
As he spoke, Li Chengfeng's eyes shone like torches, sweeping across the two forces present.
His gaze held both scrutiny and anticipation, as if he were watching a thrilling gladiatorial contest.
This sudden turn of events left the experts of the Shadow Clan dumbfounded.
The Shadow Clan had originally thought the two sides would be irreconcilable enemies, fighting to the death, but now they were turning on each other.
The reason for this was self-evident—both sides were terrified by Li Chengfeng's methods.
Now, only tens of thousands of troops remained.
To save their lives, both sides were resorting to any means necessary, even humbling themselves to beg Li Chengfeng.
Seeing this, Li Chengfeng's lips curled into a mocking smile, and he remained unhurried.
"You two should fight it out first.
Let me see how strong you both are.
Don't hold back; opportunities are only for the truly powerful.
If the Demon Clan wins, then I will cooperate with the Demon Clan; if the Righteous Alliance wins, then I will cooperate with the Righteous Alliance.
Let's see who has the last laugh."
As soon as these words came out, both sides held their breath in tension.
Wang Nanxun, the commander of the Righteous Alliance, clasped his fist.
"Fellow Daoist Li, we believe you are willing to cooperate with us.
But if you turn against us later, what can we use to resist you?
We hope Fellow Daoist Li can give us a chance so that we can wholeheartedly follow you."
Yu Gui, the president of the Demon Clan, also quickly stated his position.
"Fellow Daoist Li, as long as you make a heart demon oath, I am willing to lead the Demon Clan army to kill all the members of the Righteous Alliance."
However, Li Chengfeng only curled his lips into a mocking smile.
"What qualifications do you have to negotiate terms with me? Since that's the case, then come on.
Annihilate them for me!"
With Li Chengfeng's order, the giant battleships began to crush forward, unstoppable like gods descending to earth.
The river of history surged violently, and the power of curses converged from all directions towards the opponents.
For both sides, who were already exhausted, these forces were undoubtedly adding insult to injury.
Both sides tried their best to deal with the power of the curses, but they were already stretched thin, so how could they compete with Li Chengfeng's battleships?
At this moment, the choice was before them.
Either fight each other to the death and turn the world upside down with the Righteous Alliance, or be defeated and devoured one by one by Li Chengfeng.
Wang Nanxun, the president of the Righteous Alliance, had a resolute face twisted with anger.
He gritted his teeth and pointed his finger like a sharp sword at the Demon Clan, his voice filled with endless anger and determination.
"You treacherous dogs dare to bewilder the righteous people and you were the ones who provoked the conflict with Fellow Daoist Li Tingfeng.
Today, our Righteous Alliance vows to uphold justice for Fellow Daoist Li and fight you to the death.
We will make you deeply understand that our Righteous Alliance is by no means a group that can be bullied!"
After saying that, Wang Nanxun raised his arms like a lion, and the warriors of the Righteous Alliance responded quickly.
They began to organize their battle teams in an orderly manner, arranging their formations like a group of brave cheetahs.
They charged towards the Demon Clan, vowing to tear them to pieces.
Seeing this, Yu Gui, the president of the Demon Clan, had a mocking smile on his face, as if looking at a group of ants struggling in vain.
"A group of extremely hypocritical and shameless people; your promises back then have now turned into bubbles.
Now, you stand under the banner of righteousness in a grandiose manner.
Hmph, since you are so eager to seek death, then I will fulfill your wish and help Fellow Daoist Li clean up his house.
After all, Fellow Daoist Li and I are truly like-minded comrades.
We both come from that distant and mysterious other world."
After speaking, Yu Gui lightly waved his sleeve, and the Demon Clan army collided with the Righteous Alliance like a surging tide.
The war drums thundered, and the shouts of killing shook the sky.
This battle was the first time in countless clashes between the two sides that they fought so recklessly and without regard for the consequences.
In the past, both sides always used cannon fodder troops as probes, playing carefully like cats catching mice, for fear of harming their own foundations.
Those direct descendants of elites and high monks then nibbled away at each other's territories step by step, like playing chess.
This allowed the Demon Clan to gradually control a large area of the northern part of Yucheng Realm, forming a situation of north-south confrontation.
The reason why the power of the Righteous Alliance is gradually declining is because their interior is full of selfish moths, who only care about their own small calculations.
However, today, in this moment of life and death, the Righteous Alliance has no way out.
Only war can bring a glimmer of hope.
If they run away, they will only die faster and more miserably.
At this critical moment of life and death, the Righteous Alliance can do its best to fight the Demon Clan to the end.
The experts in the Transformation Stage displayed their trump cards one after another, and countless spirit treasures flickering with spiritual light streaked across the sky.
They intertwined into a magnificent and cruel picture.
The Demon Clan was equally unwilling to show weakness, and the two sides launched a thrilling battle on this ancient land.
In a corner of the battlefield, the Shadow Clan and Li Chengfeng stood like indifferent onlookers, quietly watching this chaotic melee.
Everyone seemed to be standing outside the game, watching the two sides tear each other apart like two mad beasts, waiting for the moment to close the net.
This was the cleverness of Li Chengfeng, whose heart was like a bright mirror; if the two sides joined forces to deal with him.
Li Chengfeng might fall into a bitter battle.
But at this moment, the fact that the two sides were fighting on their own gave him the opportunity to reap the benefits.
Li Chengfeng was like a master chess player, easily manipulating the situation and keeping everyone under his control.
Although the Demon Clan and the Righteous Alliance understood this in their hearts, they had no time to care about it at this moment.
Both sides knew very well that it was futile to be enemies with Li Chengfeng, so it was better to solve the opponent in front of them first, which could both reflect their own value and avenge the deep blood feuds of these years.
Both sides were like bulls with red eyes, eager to swallow each other alive.
Wang Nanxun, the president of the Righteous Alliance, glared angrily, his voice revealing endless sorrow and solemnity.
"You treacherous dogs, today I will seek justice for the cultivators of Yucheng Realm!"
Yu Gui, the president of the Demon Clan, only smiled contemptuously, his tone full of sarcasm.
"No matter how loud you shout slogans, you can't hide your cowardice.
If you had gone all out in the first place, how could we have gained a foothold here?
It is your selfishness and cowardice, for the sake of your own survival, that has created a powerful enemy for the Yu Chen Realm.
And your Righteous Alliance has caused today's situation in order to reap benefits from the Heavenly Dao.
We are all smart people, so why say these self-deceiving stupid words?"
Both sides displayed their trump cards, and the world seemed to be torn in half, with every second stirring with the aura of destruction.
The Demon Clan's magical treasures were like giant beasts awakening from the abyss, and demon mountains rose into the sky, crushing towards the Righteous Alliance with endless pressure.
These eighty-one demon mountains each contained the most concentrated demonic energy in the world, and they were not just weapons of the Demon Clan.
They were also symbols of countless Demon Clan disciples refining their souls and condensing their pain.
Those pains and grievances were like substance, turning into billowing black smoke, entwined around the demon mountains, as if to devour the entire Righteous Alliance.
On the side of the Righteous Alliance, although they were equally unwilling to show weakness, their offensive appeared chaotic.
Countless flying swords cut through the sky, pouring down like a meteor shower, but these flying swords lacked tacit understanding and coordination, as if they were scattered soldiers fighting on their own.