Billions of seven-colored divine swords poured down like a rain of light, instantly engulfing the demon army.
"Puff puff puff puff..."
The Seven-Colored Divine Sword was unmatched in sharpness; even the physical bodies of mid-stage Divine Emperor experts were pierced through.
As for the early-stage Divine Emperor experts, they were sliced into sieves, as if slicing melons and vegetables.
The torrent formed by the Seven-Colored Divine Sword was a chaotic current. It wasn't enough to block just one direction—if the front blocked the front, there would be more from behind; if the left blocked the right, there would be more from the right. All sides were covered, with sharp swords shooting from both directions.
Long Chen's attacks penetrated everywhere. In an instant, all those below mid-stage Divine Emperor survived in painful wails, lasting only half a breath before being slain.
Those mid-stage Divine Emperor experts were also thrown into chaos. Dozens of mid-stage Divine Emperor experts fought with all their might, but were still pierced through the head and instantly killed.
After three rounds of deadly kills, only about seventy remained. Yet, these seventy-plus were the strongest of the strongest, and those who weren't strong enough had all been eliminated.
The most pitiful were those powerful cultivators below mid-stage Divine Emperor. They died in batches, and when Long Chen unleashed the Blade Storm, the crowd was cleared out.
They thought Long Chen had finished his ultimate move and closed in again. But with a single move, Cross Annihilation, although they weren't at the core of the attack, the aftershock crushed them completely, clearing the battlefield once again.
After unleashing two ults in a row, people thought they could finally get revenge and closed in again, only to be wiped out once more.
Three consecutive ultimate moves directly wiped out large numbers of demon troops, halving their numbers. Most importantly, those besieging Long Chen were top-tier fighters. After using these three ultimate moves, 70% of the Divine Emperor stage experts were killed, while the number of mid-stage Divine Emperor warriors dropped from over three hundred to just over seventy.
It could be said that Long Chen single-handedly held up the entire battlefield. Now, with hand seals, billions of seven-colored rainbows swirled. His black robes fluttered, his long hair billowing like an undefeated war god, overlooking the battlefield with an aura of dominance that was indescribably dashing and dashing.
"I say you're frogs at the bottom of a well, and you don't believe it. You have all the strength, but your moves are clumsy, your power doesn't circulate smoothly, your bodies are stiff as if rusted, and even under the threat of death, your perception range is compressed to just a few zhang around you.
Outside, even a random wild magical beast of the same level could easily kill you. Long Chen looked down at the battlefield and said coldly.
Whether it was the demon clan powerhouses or the Purple Blood clan, except for Luo Yanfeng and the others, who gradually became true warriors under Long Chen's guidance, the rest were just half-hearted.
True strong warriors are born through battle. The Purple Blood Clan naturally would not allow their disciples to kill each other. Their philosophy is to pass down the finest bloodlines.
However, by using the battle against the demon race to awaken bloodlines and sifting through the sand, those who remain will surely be the strongest and with the toughest fates.
Although demons have a natural advantage in training disciples, thanks to their strong reproductive abilities—especially those low-level demons—whose fertility is comparable to mice, producing litter after clutch.
But the demon clan couldn't guarantee that every outstanding disciple would gain enough killing experience.
After all, accumulating killing experience is extremely dangerous; if it's not dangerous, it is meaningless.
Therefore, the top demon clan members are overall stronger than the Purple Blood clan, but their strength is still very limited. After all, no matter how weak the Purple Blood clan is, they are still among the strongest bloodlines of the human race.
Long Chen joining this war was like an adult running back to kindergarten. Although the "kids" there were not young anymore, their overall strength
was still far behind Long Chen's. To put it bluntly, it was no different from bullying others. But I have to admit, bullying someone feels amazing. Against a group of people who don't know how to fight, killing someone above your level is as easy as eating water.
If this were outside, let alone mid-stage Divine Emperor, even a group of early-stage Divine Emperor experts would make Long Chen flee.
"Rumble... The
torrent formed by billions of flying swords rampaged back and forth. However, those mid-stage Divine Emperor experts had also become smarter. They all gathered together, forming a circular formation. This way, one person only needed to deal with the flying swords in front of them and didn't have to worry about their backs.
"Human kid, this move of yours won't work on us. Let's see how long your bloodline power can last?" An elder demon roared.
Long Chen's flying sword torrent surged, its power undiminished, but everyone formed a spherical formation. Despite several consecutive charges, Long Chen couldn't do anything to them. Clearly, this strike no longer threatened them.
After all, the weak ones had all been eliminated. Although they lacked combat experience, they were still mid-stage Divine Emperor experts, and among the strongest at that.
"Old man, why get so angry? Has Lord Yumo fulfilled her promise to you yet? Long Chen chuckled.
Upon hearing Long Chen's words, the elder and Yumo in the crowd changed their expressions drastically, because the voice Long Chen was using was none other than Ying Wudao's.
"You..."
The old man was shocked.
"What do you mean by 'you'? I should thank you for placing me on the altar." Long Chen smiled faintly.
At that moment, Yumo's eyes were filled with terror, because that day "Ying Wudao" had taken her life-bound nameplate and fled, nearly causing a huge disaster.
Later, the elder guarding the altar came to her again, asking her to fulfill her promise. Yumo didn't even know what had happened—how could she fulfill that promise? In the end, the two almost got into a fight.
But the old man thought Yumo had changed her word and said something harsh that would make her regret it. Yumo was completely confused, thinking the old man had gone mad.
Now that Long Chen spoke up, the two immediately understood that it was all his doing. However, this matter was kept secret, so they could only swallow the loss in silence and dare not speak out.
The elder guarding the altar was sweating profusely. He placed Long Chen inside, but who knew what this kid was doing inside? Thinking of this, he felt like he was about to lose his mind.
"Hold the formation, charge in together, and crush this little bastard." The demon elder shouted.
As the old man shouted, all the demon clan experts maintained their spherical formation and charged straight at Long Chen.
At this moment, Long Chen's Seven-Colored Blood Sword could no longer threaten them. As long as they maintained their formation and were not defeated one by one, Long Chen was doomed to die today.
"Whew."
Long Chen suddenly sheathed his countless divine swords. In just a short while, his Seven-Colored Supreme Blood Power had dropped to less than thirty percent. Such a large-scale attack consumed an astonishing amount.
"Kill!"
Seeing Long Chen sheathing the colorful swords filling the sky, the group of demon clan warriors still maintained their formation and charged at Long Chen.
Facing these demon clan experts, Long Chen opened his large hand toward them, but he did not gather any power. He shouted coldly:
"Xie Yue"
With Long Chen's sharp shout, the entire world trembled violently, followed by a distant explosion. At that moment, the faces of the demon clan warriors changed, because that direction was their lair.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, a black lightning bolt shot over, piercing through the demon clan's spherical formation. Several people were struck by the black lightning and turned into a mist of blood.
"Smack"—
A pitch-black long blade, imposing in shape and radiating endless evil energy, appeared in Long Chen's hand.