novelapdf #543 - Failure
#543 - Failure
Beneath that sky dyed red by raging flames, the world of the Fire Demons was suddenly plunged into unprecedented chaos and despair.
They had sketched countless blueprints of victory in their dreams, yet never anticipated that at this moment, a Human army would cut through the night like lightning, irresistibly invading their territory with unstoppable momentum.
High-level cultivators, as brilliant as stars, led the Human army, launching a fierce assault on the Demon's core defenses with the force of a thunderbolt.
In that heart-stopping instant, the Demon's proud Nascent Soul experts fell like candles in the wind, their tragic demise sending shivers down the spine.
Subsequently, an iron torrent composed of low-level cultivators, coordinating seamlessly, surged like a tidal wave, each figure embodying unyielding will and unwavering faith.
In the air, countless exploding talismans rained down like meteors, dazzling yet deadly; on the ground, arrows flew like rain, piercing the sky, each carrying the roars and determination of the Human warriors.
The scene resembled a magnificent war scroll, captivating and breathtaking.
Particularly noteworthy were the elite combat teams clad in specially glowing armor, few in number, yet like sharp daggers, piercing straight into the Demon's heartland.
Each of their charges, interceptions, and blockades was precise and lethal, demonstrating extraordinary coordination and tactical acumen.
In this brutal battle, they became the key force determining victory or defeat.
However, the Demon's counterattack was not without its power. A massive horn echoed across the battlefield, attempting to awaken the sleeping warriors, but the sound was quickly silenced by a sharp sword aura.
Li Chengfeng, this Human hero, single-handedly severed the Demon's hope.
Simultaneously, five hundred Devouring Sky Insects soared into the air, feeding on the formations and restrictions of magical treasures, wantonly gnawing at the Demon's defense system, making the already precarious line of defense even more fragile.
Just as the battle reached a stalemate, a dark mass of spirit insects surged from the western horizon, their numbers like a surging tide.
Wherever they passed, Demon soldiers were torn to shreds as if caught in a meat grinder. The mastermind behind all this was the radiant and valiant Spirit Flame Fairy.
She had finally ushered in her moment to shine, leading this epic battle with her boundless wisdom and courage.
Lu Kai, as her capable assistant, closely followed, handling all the subsequent work on the battlefield.
The Gold Devouring Insects, Divine Sense Insects, and various other bizarre insects and Seven-Colored Illusion Butterflies they had jointly cultivated played unexpected roles in this war.
They attacked, bewildered, or assisted, throwing the Demons into chaos and completely stripping them of their former glory.
The Fire Demon's war horn finally wailed in despair, while the Human's iron hooves irresistibly trampled into the Demon's core territory.
At this moment, the Fire Demons suddenly realized that those "allies" who had sworn allegiance to them—some of the Human armies—had long betrayed them, discarding their armor and begging for surrender, their eyes filled with fear and incomprehension at the Human army's wolf-like ferocity.
Once upon a time, the Humans, whom they saw as weak and incompetent, had transformed into invincible tigers in an instant, leaving the Demons stunned and powerless to resist.
The surrendered Humans were mercilessly bound by restrictions, collapsing to the ground, awaiting final judgment.
And my Demon elites, gathered in the main camp, with a Fire Demon Elder, his body burning with blazing flames, roared like a messenger from hell, "Fire Cloud Riders, follow me to charge!"
The ten thousand in this camp were all the pride of the Demon race—Fire Cloud Flag warriors, their Fire Cloud Beasts, shaped like calves, surrounded by eternal flames, wolf mouths and fangs, majestic and awe-inspiring, ready to face the enemy.
However, at this crucial moment, a sudden change occurred.
The Elder's deputy general, once a loyal subject, revealed his hideous face at this moment.
Holding a sharp long sword, he stabbed straight into the Elder's dantian, shattering the Demon Infant's soul, accompanied by his resentful roar: "My Human race will eventually rise! You Demon scum, the end is nigh, hahahahaha!"
With this laughter, the entire battle situation instantly reversed. Those Humans who were supposed to be allies turned their blades against their former compatriots.
The warriors under the Fire Cloud Flag, caught off guard by this sudden betrayal, were mercilessly slaughtered by the betrayers.
And those Fire Cloud Beasts, originally loyal to the Demon race, were poisoned and collapsed to the ground, wailing in death, a truly tragic sight.
Just as the Demons were about to fight desperately, an even greater crisis descended.
The remaining forces of the Sikong family, those who had defected to the Demons, under the leadership of Sikong Jie'ao, surrendered to Li Chengfeng, and now they turned their guns around, dealing the most fatal blow to the Demons.
This sudden change made the Demons experience the suffering that the Human race had endured in the past when faced with internal disunity.
As the saying goes, "It is not the strength of external enemies that is to be feared, but internal chaos." At this moment, the Demons, under this internal and external attack, were gradually heading towards their doom.
Inside my Demon race's central hall, the patriarch's face was livid, his fists clenched tightly, emitting a heart-pounding aura of anger.
Beside him stood only one newly advanced Half-Step God Transformation expert, whose strength had not yet stabilized. Faced with this sudden crisis, they seemed so isolated and helpless.
"Leng Jie'ao, this good-for-nothing who does more harm than good!" Leng Fengxian gritted his teeth, his voice filled with anger and despair, "He has led the Fire Demon race into such a desperate situation!"
His gaze was like a torch, his divine sense scattered, trying to find a glimmer of hope, but reality was like cold iron chains, tightly binding him.
Having lost the most powerful Fire Cloud Riders, and with the Eight Great Half-Step Demon Emperors not by his side, Leng Fengxian knew that he could not resist Li Chengfeng's coalition forces with his own strength alone.
He never dreamed that Li Chengfeng would choose to descend suddenly upon the extreme west on the Ghost Festival of July 15th, delivering them a fatal blow.
All defenses, all plans, had turned into bubbles at this moment.
"Isolated and helpless, the Fire Demon race is in danger…" he muttered to himself, a hint of bitterness and unwillingness flashing in his eyes.
He knew that Li Chengfeng's plan was meticulously linked, playing them in the palm of his hand.
The elaborate ambushes that had been set up, originally intended to trap the prey in a jar, had unexpectedly become his own tomb.
"You, go to the altar immediately and destroy it!" Leng Fengxian suddenly turned around, ordering Huo Ming, the Half-Step God Transformation expert behind him, while a hint of determination flashed in his eyes, "I will lure away their Half-Step God Transformation experts, to buy us a chance of survival!"
However, this Half-Step God Transformation expert, Huo Ming, did not act immediately.
He sensed the terrifying aura coming from the direction of the altar, the existence of three super Half-Step God Transformation experts from the Human race.
He knew that if he went to the altar, it would be tantamount to suicide. So, he chose another path—escape.