Seventy-one, The Demonic Tribe's Decline

  The dragon clan saw Ao Jie being trapped, and just as he was about to be injured by the nine-headed and nine-tailed monster, the commander of the dragon clan's army immediately and decisively led the army to launch a charge against the demon clan's army, opening up a fierce battle to rescue the golden giant dragon Ao Jie.

  The dragon clan's great army moved, carrying a momentum that could move mountains and seas, pressing down on the demon clan's military array with an overwhelming force.

  In mid-air, Quan was exerting his full strength to try and get rid of the nine-headed monster Jiu Tou. Suddenly seeing the dragon tribe's army rushing over, he was greatly shocked in his heart. He couldn't be bothered to strangle that thousand-zhang golden giant dragon again, so he withdrew his true form and resumed his usual appearance as a Taoist cultivator wearing a single robe and carrying a sword on his back.

  The golden giant dragon who escaped also took the opportunity to return to the Dragon Clan's great army camp.

  In the demon army, a group of demon saints were rejoicing at Zhu's advantage, exerting their full strength to kill the golden giant dragon. Unexpectedly, the dragon clan's great army suddenly charged forward. For a moment, they were all stunned. Then, Kunpeng reacted and swung his arm, issuing a charge order. A group of demon saints led their respective troops to charge forward against the dragon clan's great army.

  The two armies clashed, and the difference was immediately apparent. On the Dragon Tribe's side, although they were charging forward, their formation remained intact, each soldier tightly gripping their weapon, maintaining a certain distance from their comrades while still being able to respond to each other, their faces calm and collected as they followed closely behind the soldiers in front of them.

  The demon clan was different, as soon as the charge started, many demon soldiers followed their own demon saint, and with a loud shout, they rushed forward, waving their weapons wildly and shouting loudly. A swarm of bees charged towards the dragon tribe's army, without any formation to speak of.

  Time was running out, and the dragon tribe's army and the demon tribe's army soon collided like two massive stars in the void, bursting apart as they unfolded a desperate battle to the death.

  A group of demon saints and dragon clan masters each found their opponents and engaged in a fierce battle to the death. Ta Yi, Kun Peng, and several other demon saints with Da Luo Xian's cultivation base also clashed with several old monsters from the dragon clan who had Da Luo Xian's cultivation base.

  The winds howled and the skies grew dark, as the heavens, oceans, and lands became a chaotic battlefield, with cries of slaughter shaking heaven and earth.

  In the air, more than a dozen figures confronted each other without making a move. On one side was Dong Huang in a bright yellow long robe, with Kun Peng in a green robe as the leader, and three demon saints from the Daluo Dispersed Immortal Realm behind him; on the other side were three dragon-headed human-bodied beings wearing crowns, all of whom were powerful dragon clan members with great Dao achievements in the Daluo True Immortal Realm, lined up in front, with three more powerful dragon clan members from the Daluo Dispersed Immortal Realm standing behind them.

  These dozen or so powerful individuals stood facing each other, not easily making a move. Once masters at the Taiyi or Kunpeng level take action, it can be said that the consequences are earth-shattering and destructive on a massive scale. If they were to make a move, the armies of both sides clashing in the distance would be affected, resulting in large-scale casualties - this is something that neither side's higher-ups wants to see happen. Therefore, these dozen or so individuals mainly served to intimidate the other side, making them hesitant to act rashly.

  Both sides stood quietly in opposition, silently waiting for the outcome of the two armies' melee.

  The battlefield has entered a state of white heat, with soldiers from both sides dying in the air, on land, and at sea at any moment.

  The corpses of the dead in the sky fell to the ground and sea like rain, rolling over and over. The land was covered with corpses, blood flowing into rivers. On the sea, the bodies of the dead floated up and down with the waves, the seawater had been dyed red by the blood. But the soldiers on both sides still desperately fought each other to the death, their bodies all stained red with fresh blood, even the blood on their armor was still dripping down, this blood was their own as well as that of their opponents. Yet no one could care about it, they still desperately swung the weapons in their hands at any opponent they saw.

  The slaughter continues, a great war, the sky is dark, on that land, those with broken arms and legs, lying on the ground moaning in wait of death, can be seen everywhere; after death, they transform into their true form, strange and bizarre corpses cover the earth.

  Killing, killing, endless killing!

  No one knows how many days have passed, and no one knows when the slaughter will end. The soldiers on the battlefield are just mechanically swinging their weapons at each other, killing or being killed by their opponents.

  After several days of fierce fighting, the dragon tribe's army finally gained the upper hand and was about to launch a decisive attack on the demon tribe's army which had already shown signs of collapse.

  In this great melee, the demon tribe soldiers were also fierce and fearless of death, bravely fighting to the end. However, they all fought individually, without understanding how to coordinate with each other. Although they exerted their full strength in battle, they still fell one by one under the crushing blow of the dragon tribe's army, which worked together seamlessly, covering for each other. The demon tribe's ferocity allowed them to inflict irreparable damage on the dragon tribe soldiers even as they died, resulting in heavy casualties for both sides. As the battle raged on, however, the advantage of the dragon tribe's coordinated tactics became increasingly apparent, and the disorganized individual fighting of the demon tribe ultimately proved impossible to compensate for with mere ferocity, leading to their inevitable defeat.

  Seeing that the demon tribe's army was already unable to withstand and gradually showing signs of collapse.

  Taiyi, who was confronting the strong dragon clan in mid-air, couldn't calm down either. If he just waited and watched the defeated demon army being slaughtered, it would make the heavenly court's expedition a joke. From then on, which of the many forces in the vast wilderness would still obey the heavenly court's edict? Emperor Jun, Taiyi, and Kunpeng's plan would be for naught. That was something Taiyi absolutely could not tolerate.

  Under these circumstances, Taiyi had no choice but to rebel first.

  Just as the demon army was on the verge of collapse, many soldiers threw away their helmets and armor, turned around and fled, and the dragon army's momentum surged, shouting loudly and pursuing fiercely, when Taiyi moved.

  Then, the yellow bronze bell in Taiyi's hand suddenly flew up into the air and transformed into a giant bell that was several zhang high, with golden light dazzling the eyes. A mysterious aura flowed on the surface of the bell, and an overwhelming pressure emanated from it, as if suppressing the entire void.

  The giant bell's pendulum swung once: "Dong——!"

  This sound seemed to come from nothingness, a faint ripple emerged from the bell mouth and instantly traversed the void, heading towards the dragon tribe's great army that was chasing after the defeated demon tribe.

  Just as the bronze bell flew out of Taiyi's hand, several powerful dragon clan members had already sensed that something was amiss. Although both sides were mutually restraining each other, none of the dragon clan's strongmen had expected Taiyi to suddenly make a move, and it was even more unexpected that he would target the dragon clan's army that was chasing after the demon tribe's main force.

  Several dragon clan strongmen had various treasures in their hands to protect themselves, and when they reacted, the Eastern Emperor's attack was directed at the dragon clan army that was chasing after the demon tribe. It was too late to intercept again, but the crystal clear bead in the hand of the dragon clan strongman standing in the front suddenly burst into a brilliant light, a powerful white light shot towards the misty ripples emitted by the clock, and the light and the misty ripples collided and disappeared. However, it still failed to completely stop the misty ripples.

  Under the wave of that swing, the dragon tribe's great army, which was shouting and charging forward, suddenly seemed to be fixed in mid-air, as if time had stopped at that moment.

  Immediately, like a gust of wind blowing by, the dragon tribe's great army that was swept away by the copper bell's waves, along with the demon tribe's soldiers who were running behind and also got affected, all vanished in an instant, just as if they had never appeared before.

  With this blow, the tens of thousands of dragon tribe soldiers who were chasing in front suddenly disappeared into thin air, and the tens of thousands of demon tribe soldiers running behind also vanished into smoke.

  The dragon clan that was running behind and chasing suddenly saw the soldiers in front of them disappear, and in a state of great shock, they looked around in all directions, and didn't even bother to continue killing the defeated demon tribe soldiers.

  The defeated and panicked demon soldiers who fled in front didn't know what happened behind them, and they continued to flee for their lives.

  The battlefield suddenly became strange and eerie.

  In the void, the strong men of the Dragon Clan's Daluo Realm watched as more than 100,000 elite dragon soldiers disappeared before their eyes. Their eyes were about to split open with rage, their hearts filled with great hatred, and flames of anger burning within them. Together, they went all out, each holding various precious treasures that they simultaneously offered up in sacrifice, striking down at Taiyi with a single blow.

  This suddenly urged on the giant bell in the air, and the golden light of the bell flashed, with a soft sound, the golden light fell down like a waterfall, protecting Taiyi.

  Next to Kunpeng and those three Da Luo scattered immortals, the demon saints also raised their respective treasures to intercept the dragon clan's strong treasure attacks.

  In the midst of a chaotic barrage, two Dragon Clan treasures' attacks still landed on the golden light in front of Taiyi, like a waterfall. However, the attack that was as destructive as the end of the world only created ripples on the surface of the light and then remained motionless, without causing any harm to Taiyi.

  After the light waterfall, Taiyi's face flashed a faint red color that was almost imperceptible, and it only took an instant to return to its original color, without being seen by anyone. It seems that the previous attack, although blocked by the giant bell's light waterfall, also caused some damage to Taiyi.

  As soon as they started fighting, real flames burst out. Neither of them held back anymore, the internal forces in their bodies went crazy, and the treasures in their hands showed even more power.

  Six powerful beings of the Dragon Clan, each at the Mahayana realm, simultaneously activated their respective treasures and weapons with both hands. In the air, six magnificent treasures appeared in a row: a pearl, a long whip, a long sword, a string of resonant bells, a golden hoop, and a golden hammer.

  These six treasures hang in mid-air, each emitting its own light, an overwhelming and unmatched pressure that shakes the void.

  The demon tribe also had five treasures in the air that emitted a strong light, facing off against the six treasures of the dragon tribe from afar.

  Among the five treasures, the giant bell that was emitting dazzling golden light in mid-air was the most eye-catching. Next was a square sky-painted halberd raised by Kunpeng. The other three were also weapons: a giant axe, a long spear and a large knife.

  When the majestic and powerful aura in the sky swept away crazily, the remaining dragon tribe's army had also come back to their senses. They didn't dare continue pursuing anymore. With a primal sense of danger, under the leadership of their leader, they scattered and ran towards the ocean. Before the strong masters in the void realm launched their powerful attacks, they all retreated back into the ocean and, under the wise leadership of their leader, made full-force defensive preparations.

  The treasures of both sides in mid-air emitted a terrifying aura, bursting forth with intense light.

  The powerful beings on both sides of the Daluo realm were all pinching their fingers and urging their respective treasures, with continuous hand movements, like shadows flipping through the air.

  Suddenly, as if the sun burst, heaven and earth welcomed the end of the world; then heard a thick bell ringing.

  Fierce air pressure wildly impacts all around, gusts of wind sweep across the entire void, the sky brightens for a moment, then suddenly darkens.

  Six giant dragons flew out horizontally, like broken willow branches, drifting with the wind and falling into the sea. The entire surface of the sea, which had been suppressed by the violent air pressure just now, suddenly rolled up a huge wave of thousands of feet high. Some of the dragon tribe soldiers who were defending themselves at full strength were even crushed to death by the pressure, turning into bloody foam in the sky.

  That half of the sky also flew out with five huge bodies.