"Devour!!"
The Emperor's Dragon-Guard showed no hesitation. At the sight of the blood, they opened their gaping maws, unleashing a massive devouring force. With each breath, vast amounts of blood were swallowed, forcibly refined, and turned into nourishment—fuel for their rapid growth.
After all, they were born from the Chaotic Dragon Transformation Pool, unrestrained by any taboo.
Boom!!
In the next instant, the blood sea exploded violently.
Streaks of blood light flashed, revealing the battered remnants of the Immortal-Slaughter Army reappearing on the battlefield. Yet their numbers had plummeted—less than ten thousand remained. The rest had unquestionably been devoured by the Dragon-Guard.
In contrast, the aura surrounding the Dragon-Guard had changed drastically. Their bodies were larger, their blood essence richer and fiercer—their power had clearly surged.
"How is this possible? The Immortal-Slaughter Army has suffered such massive losses!"
"From one hundred thousand down to ten thousand—that's a 90% loss! Done by just three thousand Dao Soldiers? That's… impossible!"
"No way. This has to be a dream. Every single member of the Immortal-Slaughter Army is at the Yang God Realm, handpicked elite warriors who can fight across realms. And yet they were annihilated?!"
"And the Dragon-Guard—not a single casualty. Against the Immortal-Slaughter Army?! What Dao Soldiers could possibly achieve zero losses against them? This is a miracle!"
Surrounding Eternal Night cultivators watched with expressions of shock and disbelief. The scene before them defied comprehension.
Inside the blood sea, they had no idea what transpired. But what emerged now—was an undeniable reality:Ten thousand against three thousand, and the ten thousand were devastated.
"The Emperor's Dao Soldiers are beyond terrifying…"
Even strategists like Liu Bowen and Zhuge Liang exchanged glances of astonishment.
No one expected the Dragon-Guard, personally raised by Yi Tianxing, to possess such overwhelming power. With an army like this, even in the heart of enemy territory, they could kill their way out with ease.
This was clearly one of Yi Tianxing's trump cards—a hidden blade known only to him.
And yet, such secrecy only earned admiration.
"A true Emperor must always carry hidden cards. That's how one turns defeat into victory."
"In that, he has made no mistake."
"Interesting. With Dao Soldiers like this, no wonder you dared to enter our Eternal Night battlefield," sneered Tu Qi, the commander of the Immortal-Slaughter Army. Despite witnessing the massacre, he showed no fear—only a deepening coldness and an aura of killing intent.
"Immortal-Slaughter Army—use blood as the medium. Blood Blade Slaughters Immortals!!"
His voice rang out with a sharp finality—carrying a deadly resolve to die with the enemy if necessary.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!!"
The surviving soldiers' eyes flared with resolve. Blood surged, and in the next moment—each of them transformed into a ferocious blood-red blade, flames of blood burning wildly across the edge.
Thousands of blood blades tore through the air, so fast they were nearly invisible to the naked eye, instantly arriving before the Dragon-Guard.
"Kill!!"
The Dragon-Guard were prepared, immediately raising their Inverse Scale Spears to intercept—yet in the moment of impact, they discovered something terrifying:
These blood blades were illusory, ghostlike—passing straight through the spears and sinking directly into their bodies.
Their Dragonscale Armor didn't react—the blades pierced them as if defenses didn't exist.
"This is the Immortal-Slaughter Army's self-destructive technique—Blood Blade Slaughter Immortal! They sacrifice everything—life, blood, soul—and transform into a blood blade capable of slaying the soul!"
"These blades can shift between reality and illusion, bypass all defense, and target the very primordial spirit. Unless they kill the target, they won't vanish. If the victim dies, the blade perishes with them. Otherwise, they persist."
A wave of gasps swept through the Eternal Night forces.
This was a do-or-die technique.Mutual destruction.Live or die.No retreat.
And now, each Dragon-Guard had multiple blood blades lodged in their bodies—a horrifying sight.
The Dragon-Guard instantly fell into silence, focusing all their might inward to suppress the invading blood blades. Their vital energy surged madly to fight off the spiritual intrusion.
"Return."
Yi Tianxing furrowed his brow. With a thought, he recalled all the Dragon-Guard back into his body, instantly returning them to the Chaotic Dragon Transformation Pool.
There, mysterious energies immediately enveloped them, aiding in the suppression and gradual erasure of the blood blades.
Each Dragon-Guard had been forged from countless elite warriors, undergoing unimaginable torment. Their wills were forged like steel, especially as cultivators of the True Dragon Undying Body. Their minds were nearly unshakable.
Slaying their spirits wouldn't be easy—it would take a steep price.
Thus, even if they couldn't move for a while, the Dragon-Guard wouldn't fall so easily. They just needed time to suppress the blades.
Victory was already theirs.
The Immortal-Slaughter Army was annihilated.
If they survived the blood blades—they would profit immensely.
"Impressive… But that just means I can't let you leave alive."
"You, Emperor Yi, are the first to cause such grievous losses to my Immortal-Slaughter Army. Now, are you ready to die?"
Tu Qi's voice was like ice, his killing intent unrestrained.
The Army was gone. As its commander, he could not remain passive. He had to act—and reclaim his dignity with blood.
"Commander Tu, hold on."
"Why not let me have this opportunity? Emperor Yi is hard to find—now that he's shown himself, how could I miss it?"
A voice echoed from the void.
Black divine light surged in the distance as a figure rushed forth like a meteor.
A Fallen Angel appeared in the sky—behind him, seven pairs of wings spread wide, covering the heavens. Each wing stretched for tens of thousands of feet, shimmering with metallic darkness.
Each black feather radiated killing aura—like dark swords glowing with wicked light. Magical runes crisscrossed the feathers, twisting the surrounding space.
This figure's power was monstrous.
Clad in black Fallen Angel armor, wielding a jet-black sword, he arrived in an instant—his words barely spoken before his presence crashed into the battlefield.
A mighty pressure swept outward—a tidal wave of dominance. The skies darkened beneath his wings.
"It's him—one of the top-tier geniuses on the Blood Moon Rankings!The Holy Son of the Fallen Angel Race—Heaven's Sin!!"
"He's here too?! This is a freak of nature—he never leaves seclusion, always preparing to ascend to a higher realm. In battle, crossing realms is as easy as breathing."
"In his clan's entire history, Heaven's Sin is the most outstanding genius. He once killed a Dao Platform expert while still in the True Spirit Realm!"
"Finally… Emperor Yi has provoked the true monsters. This is going to be a battle of giants!"
Excitement spread through the Eternal Night elites.
When Heaven's Sin takes the field, there are no survivors.
His power defies the heavens.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Heaven's Sin landed, casting his gaze toward Yi Tianxing.
He said not a word.
With a flap of his wings, he sent a black storm roaring forward—space shook, dark light beams exploded, and a flood of energy engulfed everything in its path.
Wherever it passed—everything was obliterated.