"How is this possible?!"
In that moment, countless cultivators—whether from Eternal or Evernight—were shaken to their core. Their internal organs trembled, their hearts felt like they would burst from their chests, and their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. The scene before them completely reversed the tide of battle in an instant.
Those peerless Evernight prodigies, once powerful enough to suppress and kill war dragons with ease, were instantly crushed by the Five Elements Divine Dragons.
"He's surpassed the True Spirit Realm! His strength is comparable to the Dao Platform Realm, yet the Emperor Yi himself is still only at the Yang God Realm. That's a leap of two major realms! This kind of monstrous talent has never appeared before!"
"He's too strong. It completely shatters all previous understanding! At this realm, he can still leap two entire stages and unleash such devastating power. Even Evernight prodigies wielding Innate Spirit Treasures were crushed in a single blow. Even those treasures couldn't withstand him. Doesn't this mean that, if he wishes, Emperor Yi can directly challenge and slay Dao Platform Realm cultivators?!"
"With the Dragon-Taming Ability, he fears no encirclement. And this divine ability—it can evolve! They actually fused! That means the Dragon-Taming Ability can endlessly change form, and with fusion, his combat power skyrockets instantly. This isn't just a technique—it's a fundamental transcendence."
This battle utterly shook the entire Divine-Demon Battlefield. Countless cultivators were left in awe.
Yi Tianxing's image, once merely that of the master of the Great Yi Dynasty—the number one Fate Dynasty of the world—had now transformed into that of a true apex-level monstrous cultivator, someone who was unparalleled among his peers. No one could ignore his presence any longer.
The combat strength he had just unleashed was nothing short of tyrannical.
"The Emperor is invincible! The Emperor is invincible!!"In White Crow City, millions of soldiers roared with fanaticism in their eyes, and an aura of absolute confidence arose naturally from their hearts.
Within the twelve beams of starlight, silence reigned. The beams still contained the twelve Evernight prodigies who had just been slain. Their expressions were filled with terror as they stared at Yi Tianxing, their wariness now stronger than ever.
"Substitution treasures."
Yi Tianxing's voice rang out calmly.
He had realized it—the only reason they had come back to life after being killed was due to their death-substituting treasures, using those artifacts to avoid true death. As prodigies, it wasn't unreasonable for them to have such life-saving means.
Back when they had so confidently stepped out, he had found it odd. Now he understood—they had such powerful trump cards that they dared take such risks.
But consuming their death-substituting treasures was also a kind of victory. After all, those treasures could save a life once—but not endlessly. Even the wealthiest couldn't afford an infinite number of them. And for treasures capable of saving someone in the True Spirit Realm, their value was astronomical. Most death-substituting treasures have limitations—especially regarding realm levels. The higher one's realm, the harder it is to escape death.
In effect, twelve death-substituting treasures had been destroyed in a single battle. That alone was an incredible achievement.
"What a tyrannical Dragon taming Divine Ability. What terrifying Five Elements Divine Dragons. So there was another hidden move. Hmph. But that was just a sneak attack. If we truly fought at full strength, even a Dao Platform-level dragon wouldn't be able to kill us so easily," sneered Evernight Prodigy Seven from within a beam of light.
They knew they hadn't fought seriously just now. With their level of talent, even if they couldn't defeat a Dao Platform powerhouse, they could at least hold their own or retaliate.
"If you dare—come and fight!!"Yi Tianxing responded calmly, sweeping his gaze across the starry light pillars with a look of utter disdain.
That look was like a slap in the face to those inside. It was the same line they had used earlier, now being hurled right back at them.
A blatant, merciless humiliation.
Their hearts seethed with rage, but not a single one dared step forward. They had just experienced it firsthand—no one had the confidence to survive a direct confrontation with Yi Tianxing. The Dragon Taming Divine Ability was too tyrannical, too unpredictable. He had summoned twelve dragons just now—what if there was a thirteenth? Or more?
"Charge!! Take White Crow City!!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!!"
Enraged but helpless, the Evernight prodigies could only roar and command their countless slave troops to launch a furious assault on White Crow City.
But White Crow City had already been transformed into an unbreakable fortress. Defenses had been laid down like layers of steel. Giant ballistae launched massive bolts, skewering hordes of Evernight demons. Enhanced with Demon-Slaying Arrows, these siege weapons were devastating—annihilating everything in their path.
The Evernight army responded with an equally savage counteroffensive, bombarding the city with a relentless hail of arrows. The soldiers defending the walls were under immense pressure. If not for their Primal Phantom Armor, the casualties would have been devastating.
From the start, this was a brutal battle.
Yi Tianxing, however, did not intervene again. This battlefield belonged to the Great Yi Army, to its many legions. He would not interfere lightly. As cruel as war was, it was also the ultimate crucible.
Wave after wave of Evernight demons emerged from the beams of starlight—more numerous, more diverse, and deadlier than ever. Their coordinated attacks pushed the battlefield into a deadlock.
At the same time, the battle between Yi Tianxing and the Evernight prodigies began to spread like wildfire.
At the edge of the battlefield, outside the War City, a hill of bones stood tall. Upon it, a stunning figure in a red dress emerged, drawing the gaze of the heavens.
Her long red skirt fluttered in the wind, bright and blood-soaked. Her black hair flowed as if stirred by an unseen force.
The crimson sash around her waist accentuated her flawless figure—curves that could make the heart tremble like fire, and yet, from her body emanated a chilling, deadly aura. Her gaze was icy and indifferent—a calm, ruthless pride.
She exuded an aura that was unmatched among women, a prideful confidence that screamed: "I am invincible."
A silver needle twirled between her fingers.
Raising her eyes toward the sky, a faint, wistful murmur escaped her lips:
"Such is the way of cultivators. Let the blood of foreign demons stain my red robes. We'll meet again—on the battlefield."
Swish! Swish! Swish!
The silver needles pierced the void like shooting stars. In the next instant, countless Evernight demons nearby were struck in their vital points. Their bodies dissolved into pools of blood—bones and flesh erased. The blood was absorbed into her red dress, deepening its color until it seemed woven from blood itself.
Step by step, the battlefield was dyed in red. That silhouette...
Unparalleled beneath the heavens.
In another ravine filled with corpses, a girl in snow-white palace robes stood proudly. Her face was covered by a bronze mask, upon which flickered shifting expressions—smiles, tears, joy, sorrow. Anyone who gazed at it felt as though the cycles of life played out before them, stirring awe and fear.
In her hand was a black silk ribbon, flowing as if alive. It coiled behind her arm, merging with her pristine white robe in a harmony that was both eerie and beautiful.
Then—a devouring force burst forth from her body. Her entire being became a black hole. All around her, the corpses began to dry and crumble into dust, disintegrating as their life force, bloodline essence, and all power were siphoned into her.
Her aura rose swiftly, transforming before their eyes.
Like the Northern Sea, she consumed without end.
"Brother... I've finally found you."
"This time, I won't let us be separated again. I'll become your sword—your weapon—to slay all who oppose you."
Her voice was filled with joy, her gaze shining with blinding intensity.
She had waited for this moment… for far too long.
Suddenly, a cold voice interrupted the moment.
"Demoness—submit now."
"For this Holy Son to favor you is your greatest blessing. A mere native of the Eternal World—if you follow me, you will soar above all, shedding your lowly origins to rise into glory. There is no escape. You cannot flee."
A man in black robes, also masked, stepped into the ravine.