Of course, the Thousand-Handed Blood-Slaughter Demon Blade had a theoretical upper limit. Whether anyone could actually reach that limit was unknown. With each additional phantom blade created, the mental strain increased exponentially. If too many blades were summoned, the user would lose control. Rather than increasing lethality, the technique could backfire—crushing the wielder under the weight of their own blade intent.
Still, even with this limitation, it was an undoubted demonic blade art—fierce, relentless, terrifying.
In the hands of the Immortal-Slaughter Army, each blade became a tool of wholesale massacre.
Each swing of the blade wasn't just a single strike—it brought dozens of phantom blades at once, making it feel like the victim was being besieged by countless foes. The pressure was immense and horrifying.
So even though their number was only 100,000, the Immortal-Slaughter Army's effective might rivaled that of an army of millions.
"Fight!!"
Yet the Emperor's Dragon-Guard showed no fear whatsoever. Not even a blink as the demonic blood blades swept toward them.
Instead, one soldier raised his Inverse Scale Spear and thrust it straight at a charging Immortal-Slaughter soldier.
Crack!!
The spear shot forth like a bolt of yellow divine lightning, instantly piercing the air and arriving before its target.
"Not dodging? Seeking mutual destruction? You think I'll flinch?"
The Immortal-Slaughter soldier bared his fangs. He instantly saw the strategy—an attack that traded injury for injury, life for life. Brutal and uncompromising.
But he didn't retreat.
The Immortal-Slaughter Army had long abandoned fear. Death was meaningless to them. Their sole purpose: to kill the enemy at all costs. Even if that meant their own demise.
What made them even more terrifying was that they possessed the Blood-Slaughter Demon Body, formed from countless beings' blood. As long as they weren't killed instantly, they could regenerate rapidly—even grave injuries were nothing.
This was why death held no fear for them.
Pshhk!!
Clang!!
In the next instant, the Inverse Scale Spear pierced clean through the soldier's chest—blasting open a massive hole.
At the same time, the demonic blood blade struck the Dragon-Guard, but his Dragonscale Armor burst forth with divine light. Countless glowing runes flickered and blocked the attack entirely.
The blood blade clashed against the armor like a dagger scraping against a steel wall. Sparks flew, but it couldn't pierce through—not even close.
"What… what kind of monstrous body is this?"
The Immortal-Slaughter soldier's eyes filled with horror. His blood blade—capable of shredding through magic treasures—couldn't even scratch the armor. Meanwhile, he'd been skewered in a single strike.
He finally understood just how terrifyingly strong Body Refiners were—how monstrous their physicality truly was.
But the Dragon-Guard wasn't done. With a cold expression, he yanked the spear backward. The spear's reversed scales flared open—like barbs—and unleashed the terrifying power of Reversal Force.
Boom!!
The blood-demon body was instantly torn apart, ripped into fragments like it had gone through a meat grinder. Blood and flesh scattered through the air—completely dead.
This was the Reversal Force of the Inverse Scale Spear—creation and destruction in opposition. With each pull, it shattered both body and soul.
"Truly powerful. So this is a Body Refiner Dao Soldier..."
In barely a single clash, over a thousand Immortal-Slaughter soldiers lay dead beneath the Dragon-Guard's feet.
They weren't even defending. The Dragon-Guard's entire mindset was attack, attack, attack!
Anything in their way—they would destroy.
Those slain by the Inverse Scale Spear had no chance of revival—death was absolute.
In their hands, the spear art "Inverse Scale Coiling Dragon Spear" revealed its true power—each strike dominating, each movement devastating. Swift as lightning. Unstoppable.
Pierce the heavens, shatter the world.
Crash!!!
Seeing their comrades massacred by the thousands, the Immortal-Slaughter soldiers erupted in fury. But they also quickly realized something: in single combat, the Dragon-Guard had the absolute upper hand in physical strength and technique.
But they had other options.
Layers of bloodlight surged as the Immortal-Slaughter Army began to melt—transforming rapidly into a vast, boundless sea of blood.
The sky darkened. The battlefield was drowned in red.
Immortal-Slaughter Army Technique — Blood Sea Calamity!
"With our bodies, we become the blood sea. The sea devours all life."
Without hesitation, the blood sea engulfed the three thousand Dragon-Guard, trapping them within its crimson tides.
The blood wasn't mere water—it was a tide of writhing blood blades, countless in number. They surged forward in waves, seeking to shred the Dragon-Guard to pieces.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
But as the waves of blood crashed against the Dragon-Guard, they only produced a shower of sparks, like steel being struck again and again.
Had this been any other army, they'd have been reduced to pulp by now. But the Dragon-Guard stood like statues of divine steel—completely unyielding.
The Dragonscale Armor left no openings, and the blood sea could not pierce it.
Then came more complex attacks—massive blood vortexes formed around individual Dragon-Guard soldiers, sucking them in. Inside the vortexes, the blood blades rotated madly, trying to tear their armor apart, to drown them and crush them into oblivion.
Crack!!
Some Dragon-Guard showed signs of stress—blood began to seep from beneath their scales, proving just how crushing the pressure was.
The sea of blood had transformed into a monstrous execution device, using the power of 100,000 soldiers' bodies to overwhelm the three thousand.
"Roar!!"
Suddenly, from deep within the Dragon-Guard's bodies came deafening dragon roars. Divine light erupted from their forms, and ancient runes flickered on their scales.
Gurgle! Gurgle!
Then came the most shocking scene yet.
The Dragon-Guard… opened their mouths and began to devour the blood sea.
They gulped down the blood in massive quantities, as if their bodies were bottomless abysses. No matter how much they consumed, it didn't stop.
As they swallowed, their bodies began to grow even larger, and their qi and blood surged explosively.
"What the hell?! They're eating the blood sea?!"
"Are they insane? That blood is our essence—it's filled with killing intent. A single drop is like a divine weapon—it should tear their organs apart!"
"What kind of monsters are they?! They're absorbing our blood and using it to cultivate!!"
The minds of the Immortal-Slaughter Army were filled with rage and horror.
They didn't realize that the Dragon-Guard cultivated the supreme body refinement technique:
"True Dragon Undying Body".
At its peak, this technique formed an inner structure known as the True Dragon Nest, a world-forge within the body that could refine any energy into true dragon power.
The blood they were devouring was instantly refined into pure energy—nourishment for the body.
Three thousand Dragon-Guard, all consuming the blood sea at once, created three thousand massive whirlpools. Endless blood was sucked in, vanishing into their bodies.
It was a brutal, terrifying sight.
With each breath, more Immortal-Slaughter soldiers perished—their essence devoured and erased.
"This is bad! End the Blood Sea Calamity now! If we don't stop, we'll all be eaten alive!!"
Panic spread through the blood sea. Consciousnesses collapsed and vanished. If this continued, none would survive.
They had invited wolves into the sheepfold—and the wolves were feasting.