"Wei Yan! You deserve to die!"
Qing Kui Demon Ancestor descended from the sky, spreading his sleeves, and two demon talismans struck Wei Yan's back. The Great Wind Novel Network.
Wei Yan had just self-destructed his three natal flying swords to kill Fu Sheng, and his cultivation had fallen to the early stage of the twelfth realm. His internal energy was unstable, fluctuating up and down, and he could not dodge the sneak attack from the Demon Ancestor. In an instant, the two talismans exploded behind him, transforming into bloody demon ancestor chains that tightly imprisoned Wei Yan's body in place.
"Die!"
Chen Feng and Long Zheng attacked with their swords together, and two magnificent sword lights intertwined.
In the next moment, the thirteenth-realm old sword immortal Wei Yan of Fusu Great Wall, smiling, faced death. His physical body turned into a blood mist in the wind, and was then completely evaporated by the fierce sword energy of the two thirteenth-realm demon sword cultivators, along with the residual blood mist.
"This fellow..."
On the city wall, the old sword immortal Han Fang frowned, watching Wei Yan being killed with his own eyes, his heart filled with emotion. It was indeed as Wei Yan had said; he himself lacked Wei Yan's arrogant demeanor. It was as if he would never be able to kill a great demon like Fu Sheng in his lifetime. Although Wei Yan was dead, his great contribution in killing Fu Sheng would surely be recorded in the annals of human history. The chronicles of every dynasty would inevitably include a vivid chapter about Wei Yan of Fusu Great Wall!
It was a pity that Wei Yan was too greedy for merit and too impetuous. If he hadn't ventured too far from the city wall, he wouldn't have died so quickly. Even if he had been surrounded by great demons, there would have been reinforcements.
Now, he was dead and his cultivation was gone, all over!
"Hold the line!"
Han Fang steadied his mind and said in a deep voice, "Old sword immortal Wei Yan has heroically sacrificed himself for the realm. We must not disgrace the prestige of the human race and Fusu Great Wall. We must hold Fusu Great Wall with all our might!"
The cultivators on the mountain responded one after another, and the dense armies of the mortal dynasties, facing the armies of demons and devils, also fought with bloodshot eyes. Arrows rained down from the city wall, and heavy cannons roared. The battlefield on and around Fusu Great Wall was already engulfed in flames.
...
Lin Zhao frowned and sighed. He had seen Wei Yan before. He was unruly and didn't seem like a good person. But... Wei Yan's bones had a kind of pride. Such people were neither entirely good nor entirely bad. If you called him good, he could challenge the old sword immortal Lu Xinghe. If you called him bad, when facing the great enemy, he would draw his sword without hesitation to kill demons.
The human heart is multifaceted and cannot be summed up in one word.
He looked at the progress bar and continued to scroll forward. In the next two months, Fusu Great Wall still did not fall. They continued to fight bloody battles, resisting the millions of troops of the demon and devil races.
However, during the cold winter months, as snow fell, Fusu Great Wall finally reached its end. On the progress bar, there was an important event: "Han Fang Sacrifices Himself for the Realm." When Lin Zhao illuminated this event, his body suddenly shifted. Although he was still standing in place, everything around him had changed.
On the section of the city wall where Lin Zhao was suspended, there were many sword marks and holes. Fusu Great Wall, battered by bloody battles, was already on the verge of collapse. The cultivators and human soldiers defending the city had been reduced by at least half. Inside the city of Fusu Great Wall, field hospitals were everywhere, and the defending forces had reached their limit.
It was early morning. Outside the city, a large number of human troops had marched out to meet the demon race in battle, but now only scattered corpses could be seen. In the distance, the war drums of the demon race thundered. An old human sword immortal, holding his sword, stood a hundred meters outside the city, stepping on the snow-covered ground and gazing at a desolate forest ahead.
Han Fang, by this time, was covered in wounds. Especially his abdomen, which had been pierced by a bloody hole. The perpetrator of this injury was a reborn realm great demon of the demon race named Qing Niu.
The demon race, with their naturally strong flesh and blood, rarely had demon cultivators who were willing to become body refiners because there was no need. If they became sword cultivators or spirit cultivators, their advantages would be greater. Therefore, on the demon ancestor mountains of the lower realm, there were almost no cultivators above the fifth realm who were body refiners. This Qing Niu, however, came from the Upper Realm's Wu Wang Mountain and was a prodigy of the demon race who descended with Kun Peng Demon Ancestor.
A few days ago, Qing Niu had charged into the human army and, with just his fists, killed tens of thousands of human defenders. This made Han Fang extremely distressed. Now, Han Fang knew that his time was limited, so he wanted to emulate Wei Yan and do something that would be remembered for generations.
Han Fang's position at Fusu Great Wall had always been awkward; neither strong nor weak. He no longer wished to remain so mediocre. On this day, his brilliance would surely overshadow the world!
By using himself as bait, he could surely lure Qing Niu to attack, right? After all, the demon race's intelligence was far inferior to that of the human race, and Qing Niu, as a martial artist among the demon race, was even more known for being brave but foolish.
Indeed, not long after, the sound of footsteps crushing snow came from the snowy forest. A man in a green short shirt appeared. It was Qing Niu, a cold smile on his lips. "Looking for death?"
"Yes."
Han Fang nodded. "I know my time is short. I don't want to die without any accomplishment. As the acting commander of Fusu Great Wall, I, Han Fang, want to die on the battlefield, not bleed out in the rear and freeze to death in the snow."
"Good, I'll grant you your wish!"
Qing Niu laughed heartily, and as he took another step, an unimaginable wave of fist intent erupted from his body. For a moment, Han Fang was forced back half a step.
At this moment, Han Fang knew clearly that in terms of raw strength, he would never be Qing Niu's opponent. Moreover, in the snowy forest to the side, two great demons were hidden, ready to strike at any moment: Chen Feng and Ji An, both formidable opponents.
"Die!"
Qing Niu leaped into the air and threw a punch.
Han Fang stepped on the falling snow, retreating slowly. At the same time, a natal flying sword, imbued with potent sword energy, shot towards Qing Niu's face.
This flying sword was gray all over and was Han Fang's first natal flying sword, named Fu Cao, meaning "rotted grass," as in "Fu Cao becomes a firefly."
"Tsk tsk!"
Qing Niu, standing in the martial artist's realm of rebirth, changed his move in mid-air. His thrusting punch transformed into two fists, which he slammed together forcefully in front of his chest. With a loud "bang," the flying sword Fu Cao instantly shattered into pieces!
"Haha, useless trash!"
Qing Niu laughed wildly, his body moving like lightning. Fist qigang exploded one after another, rapidly approaching.
"Bastard!"
Han Fang frowned, and with a thought, his second flying sword, Can Yue, broke through the air.
"Is this all you've got?!"
Qing Niu laughed heartily and unleashed his innate divine ability. Instantly, streaks of green scales appeared on his hands. He opened his left hand, and with a "clanging" sound, he actually grabbed Han Fang's flying sword Can Yue in his hand. The flying sword struggled, and moonlight appeared on its blade, but it could not break free from Qing Niu's control.
"If the sword immortals of Fusu Great Wall are only this capable, it's rather disappointing!"
Qing Niu sneered, applying a slight twist with his left hand. The flying sword Can Yue cracked instantly, and pieces began to fall. Han Fang's face grew paler.
At this moment, the scattered fragments of the flying sword Fu Cao on the snow began to rise one by one, and in a blink of an eye, they reformed into a flying sword. This was Fu Cao's innate divine ability – regeneration.
"This is bad!"
In the snowy forest, the demon king Chen Feng's heart trembled. "Damn Qing Niu, be careful!"
"Huh?"
Qing Niu was surprised, but it was too late. With a "puff," the surprise attack from the flying sword Fu Cao arrived, piercing into the unprepared Qing Niu's back of the head. This was Han Fang's plan. His cultivation foundation was far inferior to Wei Yan's. Relying on a head-on assault like Wei Yan would lead to certain death. Therefore, Han Fang's strategy was to use Fu Cao as bait to achieve the possibility of killing a stronger opponent with a weaker force.
"Die!"
In an instant, Han Fang's face was filled with killing intent. His fingers pointed out rapidly, and his third flying sword, Ying Huo, shot out, piercing directly into Qing Niu's forehead. Then, Han Fang, in one fluid motion, detonated all three flying swords simultaneously.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
With a loud explosion, the two flying swords, Fu Cao and Ying Huo, detonated inside Qing Niu's skull, obliterating his head. With the loss of his spiritual nexus, Qing Niu's fist qigang naturally dissipated. The flying sword Can Yue then exploded, completely grinding Qing Niu's physical body to dust.
"It was worth it!"
Han Fang floated away, heading straight for the great demon Chen Feng in the side snowy forest. The sword heart in his spiritual nexus hummed, about to detonate.
"Han Fang, you audacious rogue, you wish!"
The great demon Ji An charged out, wielding a steel fork, stirring up a stream of water qi that wrapped around Han Fang's body. Meanwhile, the demon king Chen Feng, with a grim expression, drew his sword. After three consecutive strikes, Han Fang's body turned into a spray of blood in the snowy forest, dyeing the snow-covered ground red.
The old general Han Fang of Fusu Great Wall had also sacrificed himself for the realm!
...
With Han Fang's death, the defense line of Fusu Great Wall completely collapsed.
Amidst the roar of war drums, the demon and devil races launched a full-scale assault on the city, and sections of the city walls crumbled.
Fusu Great Wall, which had guarded the northern region of the human race for hundreds of years, was finally breached at this moment, turning into ruins.
Inside the city, the sound of hooves was dense. tens of thousands of devil cavalry immediately charged into the city and engaged in a bloody battle with the city defenders. In the sky, countless great demons appeared, hunting human cultivators. In the blink of an eye, Fusu Great Wall, which had been held for nearly two years, officially fell.
Inside the city, warehouses storing grain and fodder erupted in flames, instantly turning into a sea of fire. This was the order given by Han Fang before he faced death, and it was also the strict order that Lin Zhao had issued to all the defending forces: all supplies must be burned before being captured, denying the devil and demon races any opportunity for replenishment. The purpose of this war was to fight until the devil and demon races could no longer sustain it and willingly surrendered.
After all, with rich and fertile lands like Jizhou, Furongzhou, Yuzhou, and Huangzhou, the human race had inexhaustible supplies and manpower. In a protracted war, the demon and devil races could not afford to play.
...
Afternoon.
The demon and devil armies rolled southward. Among them, the commander of the devil army, Su Chan, personally led hundreds of thousands of devil cavalry westward to attack Yangping Pass, with the intention of entering human territory from Yanzhou. Meanwhile, the demon race and some devil cavalry headed straight for Shanhai Pass. Once Shanhai Pass was breached, the vast plains of Yunzhou would lie ahead.
Lin Zhao frowned and exited the game.
Next, it was the Shanhai Pass battlefield.