The situation on the God-Demon Battlefield was changing too fast—so fast that countless observers began harboring doubts and suspicions. After all, no one could accurately predict why Evernight was acting this way. By all logic, since they had the upper hand, they should have continued their all-out assault, sweeping across the battlefield with overwhelming force. In the face of absolute strength, cunning tricks were merely the tools of the weak.
It shouldn't have ended up like this.
Something had clearly disrupted the balance within the Evernight World, something serious enough to force a strategic retreat.
"Could it be that some major upheaval occurred within the Evernight World, compelling them to return and defend?"
Countless experts fell into deep contemplation. The lack of information created a fog of war, making it impossible to discern Evernight's true intentions.
"It's the Great Yi! The Great Yi Dynasty has entered the Evernight battlefield! The Yi Emperor is waging war there! The Evernight prodigies are retreating to encircle him—their rear has caught fire, and they have no choice but to respond!"
While the battlefield swirled with speculation, a shocking message suddenly spread like wildfire through the God-Demon Battlefield.
At first, many were skeptical. But as more and more fragmented reports converged, the truth was confirmed beyond doubt.
"It's true. During this period, the Great Yi forces and the Yi Emperor haven't appeared on the battlefield at all. It's like they vanished into thin air."
"There's only one explanation—either the Yi Emperor is lying low, or he really found a passage and has charged into the Evernight battlefield. That's the only thing that makes sense. With his strength, he wouldn't go quiet for this long unless he had a reason."
"By the heavens, the Yi Emperor actually dared to invade the Evernight battlefield! What courage, what audacity! If I could follow him—even just as a low-ranking soldier—I'd gladly give my life!"
"But it's dangerous. If the Yi Emperor really is in Evernight, he's definitely provoked their wrath. The Evernight battlefield is their stronghold—they hold the terrain, the timing, and the numbers. If he's discovered, it'll be extremely dangerous. Evernight's strength is unfathomable."
The battlefield boiled over with noise and chaos.
The possibility that the Yi Emperor was fighting within the Evernight battlefield reached a solid 90% certainty. For all practical purposes, it was confirmed.
Countless passionate cultivators were eager to follow—if only they knew how. But the path remained shrouded. No one knew how the Yi Emperor had entered. Without a passage, even the strongest warrior could only wait and watch.
Still, this confirmed news was a massive morale booster across the God-Demon Battlefield—like a shot of adrenaline to the heart.
"We might not be able to follow the Yi Emperor, but we can strike back at Evernight's forces here! Let's drive them off our world and ease the pressure on our Emperor!"
"Damn right! Time to make those demonic bastards bleed! Let them know the Eternal World isn't so easily broken!"
With astonishing speed, the Eternal World's major powers convened and reached a decision.
In just half a month, they launched a massive and unannounced counterattack. For the first time, they abandoned passive defense and unleashed devastating assaults. Countless Evernight minions were annihilated. The attacks came at dawn, catching Evernight completely off guard—already on the back foot, their combat power dropped to the lowest point under daylight's suppression.
No one expected the Eternal World's factions to suddenly unite and fight back with such force.
Evernight's ranks were routed in mere hours. The Eternal World reclaimed territory, razed strongholds, and purified entire regions of Evernight corruption.
"Damn them! These Eternal World forces have become too arrogant—how dare they go this far?!"
"Arrogant or not, there's little we can do right now. Our Evernight troops are occupied with the Great Yi army in the rear. We can't spare enough forces here. Damn that Yi Emperor! He's ruined everything!"
"No matter the price, Evernight must kill that man. If we slay him—even if we gain nothing else—it will still be worth it. That man alone is worth more than an entire army!"
Now, all of Evernight's prodigies shared one thought: Yi Tianxing must die.
The sooner, the bloodier, the better.
All hopes turned toward the arrival of Evernight's monstrous prodigies, expecting them to strike Yi Tianxing down in a glorious display of power.
But there was a problem—they couldn't find him.
That, above all else, was the real problem.
Meanwhile, in the Evernight Battlefield.
Yi Tianxing had returned to the internal realm of the tower, meeting with Liu Bowen and the other strategists.
"My Emperor, this latest strike has yielded remarkable results. Another round of Evernight war cities has fallen. But there's no doubt they've been pushed to the brink—they'll strike back with everything they've got. I fear they'll soon deploy their true elites," Liu Bowen said gravely.
"Indeed," Zhuge Liang added, feather fan in hand, "from this point forward, Your Majesty's movements will surely be hindered. They'll provoke you with every trick they can muster—taunts, traps, feints—to make you reveal your position. You must be patient and wary."
The Evernight World was no ordinary realm. Its roots ran deep—deeper than even the Eternal World in some respects. Once it took a fight seriously, things were bound to get dangerous.
"It's fine," Yi Tianxing replied calmly. "I know when to act and when to retreat. I hold more than one trump card—if I can't win, I can escape. Unless one of their great demon gods descends personally, no one can kill me."
His words carried a powerful and quiet confidence.
To be honest, if the situation allowed it, Yi Tianxing wouldn't mind testing his strength against one of Evernight's monstrous prodigies. Strength wasn't decided by words—it was proven in battle.
Still, he remained cautious. He wasn't acting on impulse. In fact, part of his campaign was deliberately designed to force Evernight to reveal some of its hidden cards.
Three days passed.
Then, without warning, a pillar of crimson bloodlight erupted in the Evernight Battlefield.
From within the bloodlight, an army emerged—an army clad in crimson demon armor, every soldier exuding a suffocating aura of murderous intent and blood-soaked power.
These warriors came from all kinds of races—different sizes, appearances, features—but they shared one thing: a killing aura so dense it nearly solidified in the air.
Their expressions were emotionless, their killing intent bone-chilling. The armor they wore bore the mark of a blood-red eye—the Eye of the Demon God—which could allegedly pierce through worlds and peer into the underworld itself.
Each of them wielded a blood-red Slaughter Blade, with glowing blood channels carved into its surface. Once that blade drew blood, the enemy's lifeforce would drain dry—a death most cruel.
Their eyes were all glowing red. A glance from them could send chills through the soul. A mere look could make one tremble.
This was the legendary Immortal-Slaughter Army—屠仙军.
Leading them was a corpulent general in blood-red armor. His face was covered in thick folds of flesh, and a pair of fangs glinted between his grinning lips. In his hand, he gripped a massive slaughter cleaver.
His name was Tu Qi, Seventh Commander of the Immortal-Slaughter Army.He belonged to the Bloodslaughter Clan, a race of natural-born executioners.
The force he led today numbered only 100,000—a small detachment. But each soldier was no ordinary warrior. Even the weakest among them had reached the Yang God Realm, and some were True Spirit Realm cultivators.
Immortal-Slaughter Army (屠仙军) – A terrifying elite force cultivated in the Evernight World, made entirely of high-realm slaughter specialists.
Tu Qi (屠七) – Seventh commander of this army, of the Bloodslaughter Clan.
Blood Demon Armor, Slaughter Blades, and the Eye of the Demon God mark their gear.
Their cultivation method: "Asura Immortal-Slaughter Sutra" (修罗屠仙经) – a supreme slaughter technique.
Though they were only 100,000, the destructive power they carried was unimaginable. Even immortals and gods would fall under their coordinated slaughter.
This was not the full force of the Immortal-Slaughter Army—but Tu Qi didn't think he needed more.
They arrived on a battlefield outside the war city of Skywolf City (天狼城), where a tide of Jackalfolk slave soldiers were assaulting the city walls. From within the city, Werewolves counterattacked, turning the plains into a sea of carnage.
Tu Qi glanced over the battlefield.
"Immortal-Slaughter Army, obey!"His blood-red eyes swept the war zone."Slaughter!!"
As he gave the order, the 100,000 soldiers behind him raised their blood-red demon blades in unison.
And then—they descended.