Dozens of years later, Yun Fan emerged from his seclusion.
His demeanor and strength were vastly different from before. He had been at the peak of the Immortal Lord realm, but after decades of refinement, he had completely assimilated a portion of the Demon Ancestor's power, reaching the Half-Step Sovereign realm.
He was now in an awkward position, stronger than an Immortal Lord but not as powerful as a King Sovereign. However, for Yun Fan, this was unimportant. As long as he persisted, he would one day become a King Sovereign.
"Husband, you're finally out!" Feng Hua arrived to greet Yun Fan.
Yun Fan asked, "Wife, have there been any changes in these decades?"
"The Immortal-Demon War is about to erupt. Both sides are in a standoff. As the commander, you should be at the front!" Feng Hua informed Yun Fan of the situation.
"No problem!" Yun Fan replied.
"Our Demon Race's two King Sovereigns will not participate, as they must confront the King Sovereign of the Cursed Immortal. Both sides are mutually restrained; victory will depend on us!" She explained the situation to Yun Fan.
"It's fine. As long as the Cursed Immortal Sovereign lineage doesn't intervene, we still have a chance!" Yun Fan said. Previously, he might not have been so confident, but now, with his Half-Step Sovereign strength, he was guaranteed to win against an Immortal Lord. Of course, facing multiple Immortal Lords was another matter, as without becoming a true King Sovereign, the gap could not be truly bridged.
Afterward, the two of them set off together and arrived at the border of the Demon Realm.
At that moment, Demon Lord Xiaoyao approached Yun Fan and said, "Second Uncle, for this campaign, our Demon Race has mobilized a million elite troops. The Immortal Race also has a large force, possibly nearly two million!" Although the Demon and Immortal Realms were vast, capable of forming armies of hundreds of millions, in such a conflict, numbers were secondary to strength. The Demon Race's million-strong army was the elite of the elite.
Yun Fan inquired, "Have all their Immortal Lords appeared?"
"Yes!" Demon Lord Xiaoyao replied. "All twelve Immortal Lords have been deployed. While no direct engagement has occurred, it's clear this calm won't last much longer!"
"Good!" Yun Fan said. "The numbers of the armies are almost negligible. What matters most is the confrontation between the nine Demon Lords and the twelve Immortal Lords. Whoever wins will completely determine the outcome of the battle!" This was Yun Fan's assessment. Of course, with him and Chu Ling'er, the Demon Race actually had eleven Demon Lords, matching the Immortal Race in numbers.
Demon Lord Xiaoyao remarked, "Although we don't have an advantage, we can certainly try!"
"Who said we don't have an advantage?" Yun Fan countered. "As long as I'm here, the advantage is entirely ours. This time, let's plan to completely crush their Immortal Lords and end this war with a lightning strike!"
Upon hearing this, Demon Lord Xiaoyao was shocked. Yun Fan's ambition far exceeded his expectations.
"Is that really possible?" The other Demon Lords looked at Yun Fan in disbelief.
"I believe it's entirely possible!" Yun Fan declared. "You go negotiate. Our nine Demon Lords will engage their twelve Immortal Lords in a fight to the death!" He assigned this task to Demon Lord Xiaoyao. Yun Fan himself could not participate yet, as he was the ultimate trump card, and revealing himself prematurely would negate that advantage.
"No problem!" Demon Lord Xiaoyao left to negotiate.
Following that, Yun Fan and the other Demon Lords devised a plan.
"Master, do you really intend to end the battle so quickly?" Chu Ling'er was also astonished by Yun Fan's plan. Large-scale wars like the Immortal-Demon War typically lasted for centuries, if not millennia, due to the sheer number of powerful combatants. Yet, Yun Fan aimed to conclude it in days, with lightning speed.
"That's right! I suspect the Immortal Race's true intentions are not simple. Lingering on will be detrimental to us. This time, I will trap and kill all twelve Immortal Lords!" Yun Fan explained. Only then did everyone realize Yun Fan's unique mindset, operating on a completely different level. If successful, Yun Fan would be immortalized in history; failure would be another story. However, seeing Yun Fan's confidence, they naturally chose to support him, not out of coercion, but from genuine conviction. Prolonging the war would inflict too great a loss on the Demon Race. Furthermore, given their lack of an advantage, Yun Fan's plan, if successful, would bring nothing but benefits.
After Demon Lord Xiaoyao issued the challenge, the twelve Immortal Lords of the Immortal Race scoffed. They had all been deployed specifically to crush the Demon Race in one fell swoop, and now, before they could even make a move, the Demon Race had initiated a challenge. The twelve Immortal Lords readily accepted, seeing it as the perfect opportunity to annihilate the Demon Lords.
Indeed, a few days later, the two sides met. The twelve Immortal Lords looked down upon the nine Demon Lords.
"Bring out your commander to speak!" the lead Immortal Lord of the Immortal Race said disdainfully.
Yun Fan stepped forward. Upon seeing him, the Immortal Lord's eyes widened in surprise. "I didn't expect a mere mortal boy to become the commander of the Demon Race. Has the Demon Race no one else?" The Immortal Lords jeered. However, none of the Demon Race members expressed dissatisfaction or anger at Yun Fan's appointment.
Yun Fan retorted, "My position as commander is an honor bestowed upon me by my fellow Daoists of the Demon Race. Do you think your provocation here can incite internal conflict among us?"
"Tch!" the opponent scoffed. "Our Immortal Race holds an absolute advantage; crushing your Demon Race is no challenge. Why would we bother with such trivialities?"
Yun Fan replied, "Is that so? Then let's try. I'd like to see if your Immortal Race truly lives up to your arrogance!"
"Remember, the one who kills you is I, Saint Lord Jue Tian!" he declared disdainfully to Yun Fan.
As tensions escalated, several streaks of light descended, surrounding the nine Demon Lords.
"What?" The nine Demon Lords were shocked. They had expected only twelve Immortal Lords, but four more had appeared. In total, the Immortal Race had sixteen Immortal Lords, an overwhelming force. Each of them would have to face nearly two Immortal Lords, making victory virtually impossible.
Saint Lord Jue Tian sneered, "Do you think we're afraid? Since ancient times, my Immortal Race has always suppressed your Demon Race. Our heritage is far beyond what your Demon Race can compare to!" Saint Lord Jue Tian and his companions were filled with confidence. Yun Fan's plan to annihilate them was transparent, but they, too, were strategizing. While they outnumbered the Demon Race, the addition of four more Immortal Lords made the outcome a foregone conclusion. Indeed, at this level, strength was accompanied by intellect. While Yun Fan was scheming against them, they were also scheming against him.
Despite the overwhelming odds, Yun Fan remained unfazed.
"Saint Lord Jue Tian, this was supposed to be a one-on-one battle. Adding so many more men, don't you find it unfair?" Chu Ling'er questioned.
Saint Lord Jue Tian smirked, "Fairness? What fairness is there? All that matters is victory. You, an Immortal Lord of our Immortal Race, have betrayed us. Today, I will eliminate you, the traitor, on behalf of the Immortal Race!" Before the Immortal-Demon War, the Space Sovereign had announced that his daughter had betrayed the Immortal Race and sided with the Demon Race. Henceforth, she would be an enemy, which allowed Saint Lord Jue Tian to provoke Chu Ling'er so brazenly.
Chu Ling'er declared, "You are not worthy of killing me!"
"All of you, attack! Today, we must leave the core strength of the Demon Race here!" Saint Lord Jue Tian commanded.
"Yes!" The sixteen Immortal Lords launched their assault.
However, the moment they attacked, Yun Fan preemptively pulled away six Immortal Lords. These six Immortal Lords were taken aback by Yun Fan's audacity in targeting so many of them simultaneously. By the time they reacted, they were already millions of miles away.
Yun Fan declared, "What does it matter if you have more numbers? I've taken six of you, creating a balanced situation!"
Saint Lord Jue Tian, also among those pulled away, scoffed, "Even if the situation there is balanced, what about you? Can you fight all six of us alone?" The six Immortal Lords glared at Yun Fan, believing that no matter how strong he was, he was doomed against their combined might. They could obliterate Yun Fan in an instant.
Yun Fan affirmed, "Yes, you guessed correctly. I alone will fight the six of you." He had initially planned to draw away five Immortal Lords to give the Demon Race a decisive advantage. However, the Immortal Race had added four more, making it impossible for the Demon Race to gain an advantage even if he lured away one more. At best, it would be a stalemate. Still, drawing away six was the extent of his ability, as one could not force too much.
"Ridiculous! A mere Immortal Lord like you dares to speak such big words!" Saint Lord Jue Tian attacked first, with the other five Immortal Lords joining in. They had no patience and intended to obliterate Yun Fan instantly. Six streams of power surged towards Yun Fan. Any ordinary Immortal Lord would have perished without a trace. However, Yun Fan showed no fear. He unleashed his full power, countering the six opponents.
Boom! A massive explosion occurred. The six Immortal Lords believed Yun Fan was certain to die but were astonished to find him merely disheveled, yet unharmed. This was the power of six peak Immortal Lords! They realized Yun Fan was not as simple as they had imagined.
Yun Fan then asked, "Is that all you six have?"
"You court death!" Saint Lord Jue Tian attacked again, unleashing a devastating blow. Yun Fan revealed his true strength: Half-Step Sovereign power, not to be underestimated.
"Break!" Yun Fan roared, pushing Saint Lord Jue Tian back.
"Boy, your strength is not that of an Immortal Lord!" he exclaimed in disbelief.
"What?" The other five Immortal Lords were equally stunned. If he wasn't an Immortal Lord, what was he?
"That's right!" Yun Fan replied. "When did I ever claim to be an Immortal Lord?"
"Is he a Sovereign?" another Immortal Lord scoffed, finding it unbelievable that Yun Fan could have reached the Sovereign realm, as they would have been defeated long ago if that were the case.
"Half-Step Sovereign!" Saint Lord Jue Tian deduced Yun Fan's power level – infinitely close to a Sovereign but not quite there. His combat strength surpassed that of an Immortal Lord, a legendary realm previously only conceived. Yun Fan had achieved it, leaving them in utter disbelief.
Yun Fan then stated, "It seems you guessed correctly. Six of you, are you ready to face death?" The six felt a considerable pressure.
Saint Lord Jue Tian declared, "Fellow Daoists, let us attack together! We cannot let him leave alive!" The five acknowledged the gravity of the situation and agreed to combine their efforts to kill Yun Fan. Although they were initially eager to return and aid their comrades against the Demon Lords, they now believed the Demon Lords were insignificant compared to Yun Fan. Demon Lords could be killed at any time, as the Immortal-Demon War had already begun. But Yun Fan could not be allowed to escape; if he survived this encounter, he might break through to the Sovereign realm. Therefore, Yun Fan's death was paramount. If Yun Fan lived, the threat to the Immortal Race would be immense. The rise of another Sovereign from the Demon Race would completely tilt the balance. Thus, they were prepared to sacrifice themselves, believing it was worth it to eliminate Yun Fan, even if it meant half of them perished. The Demon Race was united, and the Immortal Race was also united, as theoretically, they were all puppets of the Immortal Dao Curse. Their unity was controlled, unlike the genuine unity of the Demon Race.
Instantly, the heavens and earth churned. The six Immortal Lords attacked Yun Fan. Yun Fan darted between them like a streak of light. Although he couldn't kill an Immortal Lord with a single blow, it was clear that in a one-on-one fight, no Immortal Lord could withstand more than a few rounds. In the blink of an eye, the six were defeated. As Yun Fan prepared for the final blow, the six Immortal Lords split into six distinct figures and quickly formed a formation, engulfing Yun Fan.
"This formation is not simple!" Yun Fan remained cautious, sensing the formation's formidable power, imbued with the traces of time.
"Boy, no matter how strong you are, what are you against our Immortal Race's Demon Slaying Formation?" the six taunted, as Yun Fan's previous display had indeed intimidated them. Fighting six opponents alone and easily defeating them was remarkable. Without the Demon Slaying Formation, the outcome would have been dire. Yun Fan might have killed them without sustaining a scratch.
Yun Fan coldly replied, "It's just a petty formation, hardly something to be proud of."
"Petty?" Saint Lord Jue Tian exclaimed, "Fellow Daoist, it is time for your sacrifice!" As he spoke, one Immortal Lord, without hesitation, threw himself into the formation. He disintegrated, and with his sacrifice, the formation ascended to another level. Even Yun Fan felt the pressure. With the remaining five operating it, the formation surged towards Yun Fan, who unleashed his full power to combat it. Although the formation was powerful, Yun Fan could still handle it, but he couldn't find a way out.
Saint Lord Jue Tian was shocked by Yun Fan's resilience, as the formation was not harming him. "How is this possible?" he muttered. Yun Fan's strength was terrifying. He then ordered, "Sacrifice two more Daoists to completely crush him!"
"Yes!" Two more Immortal Lords willingly sacrificed themselves to the formation. With their sacrifice, the formation's power increased again. When the formation's force descended, Yun Fan resisted with all his might but was nearly bisected. He was at a complete disadvantage, feeling unprecedented pressure. Another wave of power struck, cracking Yun Fan's arm. Only by activating the Battle Heaven power could he barely fend off the attack. "If I can't escape in a short time, I will surely perish here!" Yun Fan realized the gravity of the situation. The Demon Slaying Formation itself wasn't overly powerful, but with the sacrifices, it was like an cheat code, potentially insurmountable even for him.
"How can this boy be so monstrous?" Saint Lord Jue Tian lamented, having sacrificed three Immortal Lords. Yet, they had not killed Yun Fan. Any other Immortal Lord would have died countless times over. Yun Fan, however, remained unharmed, burning and consuming the formation with Battle Heaven power, or rather, Creation power. To ensure the plan's success, Saint Lord Jue Tian instructed the remaining two Immortal Lords, "Fellow Daoists, continue sacrificing! We must not let him escape!" As puppets, these two Immortal Lords, without their own will, leaped into the formation and sacrificed themselves. Instantly, the formation's strength reached unprecedented heights. Even Yun Fan's Creation power could not break through it, as the formation had reached its peak intensity.
"Boy, let's see if you can survive this time!" Saint Lord Jue Tian said disdainfully, unable to believe Yun Fan possessed such extraordinary combat power. Indeed, after a strike, Yun Fan's body shattered. Fortunately, his soul quickly created a new physique, allowing him to survive. Undoubtedly, though Yun Fan was a Half-Step Sovereign, the Demon Slaying Formation's power was now infinitely close to Sovereign power. Even Yun Fan was two levels below it. Under Saint Lord Jue Tian's control, the formation relentlessly hunted Yun Fan's life. Yun Fan narrowly escaped death multiple times but knew that a single mistake would be his end. He could not afford to delay any longer, or his demise would be imminent.
At that critical moment, Yun Fan discovered a way to break the formation: its core was the Immortal Dao Curse. And he was the bane of the Immortal Dao Curse. By destroying the core Immortal Dao Curse, he could escape. With his target identified, he fearlessly charged towards the core. Seeing this, Saint Lord Jue Tian laughed even more wildly. "If you're in such a hurry to die, I'll help you!" he declared. He unleashed the core Immortal Dao Curse, attempting to annihilate Yun Fan. Indeed, as the Immortal Dao Curse struck, Yun Fan's soul shattered. However, he quickly repaired it, infusing his Creation power into the Immortal Dao Curse. Instantly, the Immortal Dao Curse was consumed and burned away. The once unbreakable formation began to waver.
"How is this possible?" Saint Lord Jue Tian was stunned as the formation cracked. "No! You must die within! I will not let you escape alive!" Saint Lord Jue Tian roared, preparing to sacrifice himself to utterly destroy Yun Fan. However, before he could, Yun Fan, like a ferocious dragon, shattered the formation and escaped.
"How did you do it?" Saint Lord Jue Tian's heart sank. He had thought victory was assured, but it ended in failure. Now, facing Yun Fan alone, he was no different from his kin.
Yun Fan explained, "If you hadn't used the Immortal Dao Curse as your core power source, perhaps you could have killed me! But by using it, you created an opportunity for me to break the formation!" The once flawless formation was easily broken by Yun Fan because its core was the Immortal Dao Curse. Although his soul had shattered once, it was a minor setback.
"Damn it, I forgot! You are the bane of the Immortal Dao Curse!" Saint Lord Jue Tian realized his mistake. However, this realization came too late. One wrong step led to further errors. The Immortal Dao Curse was a symbol of invincibility in any era, but in this era, Yun Fan, a monstrous prodigy, emerged, leading to their defeat and collapse.
"It's your turn!" Yun Fan declared. "Will you commit suicide, or shall I assist you?"
"Hmph!" Saint Lord Jue Tian snorted. "An Immortal only dies in battle; they do not surrender!"
"Your courage is admirable, but in the face of absolute power, mere courage becomes a laughable joke!" Yun Fan attacked. Before Saint Lord Jue Tian could react, he unleashed the Fierce Dragon Palm, imbued with terrifying Creation power.
"Ah!" Saint Lord Jue Tian screamed and turned to dust, utterly annihilated. He had lost the will to fight and couldn't even muster a defense. Had he not lost his courage and fought head-on, he might have lasted a few more rounds. However, the outcome would have been the same. With the swift elimination of six Immortal Lords, Yun Fan was destined for legendary status, his fame far surpassing mere greatness. But Yun Fan did not rest on his laurels. His comrades were still battling the remaining ten Immortal Lords, and he had to return to provide support.
Suddenly, space fractured, and time began to reverse.
"Not good, a Sovereign King's technique!" Yun Fan's expression changed. Only a King Sovereign could manipulate time in such a manner. Time reversal did not alter the entire era but only Yun Fan's personal timeline. He grew younger, and his power waned, dropping from Half-Step Sovereign to Immortal Lord, then to Grand Sage, and finally stabilizing at the peak of the Human Dao. Any further decline was impossible.
"Time Sovereign!" Yun Fan immediately thought of one of the three Sovereigns of the Immortal Race. Indeed, at that moment, a middle-aged man descended, radiating an awe-inspiring Sovereign power. Within his domain, Yun Fan was like an ant, only regaining his strength if he could break free. However, Yun Fan was currently frozen in place, unable to move. The Time Sovereign approached him.
"Fortunately, our Immortal Race had a contingency. Otherwise, your plan would have succeeded, you mere ant!" he sneered at Yun Fan. The other two Sovereigns were confronting the Demon Race's Sovereigns. He had concealed his aura, evading their notice to reach Yun Fan.
Yun Fan retorted, "Time Sovereign, as a Sovereign, do you lack the courage for a fair fight?"
"Hahahahaha!" The Time Sovereign roared with laughter. "You overestimate yourself. You lack the qualifications for me to fight you head-on. I can only toy with you like prey!"
Yun Fan was filled with rage at his arrogance.
The Time Sovereign disdainfully continued, "Boy, do you think coming from the mortal realm to the Immortal Realm allows you to shatter the rule of the Immortal Dao Curse? You overestimate yourself!" He clearly didn't take Yun Fan seriously.
Yun Fan stated coldly, "How will we know unless we try?"
"But you are now a mere humble ant. Killing you is as easy as flipping my hand!" The Time Sovereign declared, no longer wishing to torment Yun Fan, finding it tedious. As he attacked, Yun Fan felt his life draining away, sensing imminent death.
However, at that critical moment, a power struck from outside, shattering the Time Sovereign's domain. Yun Fan instantly regained his Half-Step Sovereign strength and leaped through space, escaping the domain.
"Who?" the Time Sovereign roared in fury. This power was not from the Demon Race; it seemed to originate from the Immortal Race, but it was fleeting and indistinct, impossible for him to track or identify. However, Yun Fan, as the recipient, knew who it was, though he could not reveal it.
"Time Sovereign, it seems my fate is not to die!" Yun Fan sneered, facing the Time Sovereign.
"Fate is not to die?" the Time Sovereign scoffed. "Do you think you have any chance of leaving alive after I've targeted you?" He remained contemptuous of Yun Fan, who replied, "That remains to be seen!" The Time Sovereign, the third Sovereign of the Immortal Realm, possessed the unique ability to reverse time, a fearsome skill. However, once his domain was broken, his threat level diminished significantly compared to the other two Sovereigns. Reconstructing his domain required a considerable cooldown period. Without the domain's amplification, his power was not as terrifying. While not as severe as Yun Fan's predicament, any sliver of opportunity could be fatal for the Time Sovereign. Without the mysterious benefactor, Yun Fan would have perished.
The Time Sovereign scornfully continued, "How can a mere Half-Step Sovereign like you contend with me?" He transformed into an invincible King Sovereign and lunged at Yun Fan, his attacks shattering space itself.
"Break!" Yun Fan roared, countering the Time Sovereign's power and transforming into a mighty war god, engaging him in an epic battle across millions of miles. Both possessed immense power. Without the time domain, the Time Sovereign remained stronger than Yun Fan, but he could no longer crush him. His strength was simply not enough. After a hundred rounds, Yun Fan retreated, spitting blood.
"Hmph!" He sneered at the Time Sovereign. "Time Sovereign, did you ever imagine you couldn't defeat me?" The Time Sovereign was also not in a good state. Yun Fan's unleashed combat power was not much weaker than his. Coupled with Yun Fan's desperate fighting style, their injuries were comparable.
"You merely escaped my domain by luck. What are you before a Sovereign?" Yun Fan retorted, "My identity is unimportant. What matters is that I dare to fight with my life on the line. Do you?"
Yun Fan attacked again, this time with a life-threatening intensity that caught the Time Sovereign off guard. He hadn't expected Yun Fan to truly go all out. The Time Sovereign did not wish to die here. The Immortal Lords were completely controlled by the Immortal Dao Curse, hence their unity. But he was not; at his Sovereign level, the Immortal Dao Curse would halve his power if it completely controlled him. Thus, he retained his free will. It appeared Yun Fan intended to trade his life for his. He did not wish to be exchanged for Yun Fan.
"Boy, the next time we meet, I will kill you!" With that, the Time Sovereign fled. Yes, as a Sovereign, he fled from Yun Fan, a Half-Step Sovereign, a truly astonishing and humiliating turn of events. He was the first Sovereign in history to flee, and from someone weaker than him at that.
Seeing the Time Sovereign flee, Yun Fan felt not disappointment or anger, but relief. If the Time Sovereign had stayed any longer, he truly couldn't have endured. Despite the Time Sovereign's cowardice, he was still a Sovereign. Even if Yun Fan fought to the death, he could only exchange half of the Time Sovereign's life for his own. Moreover, he did not wish to fight to the death, as he valued his life more. However, without adopting such a posture, he wouldn't have been able to contend with the Time Sovereign. Therefore, for Yun Fan, this victory was achieved through opportunistic luck.
"Space Sovereign, you did intervene, didn't you?" Yun Fan said calmly. The one who had broken his time domain was none other than the Space Sovereign, Chu Ling'er's father. The Space Sovereign had done so covertly, evading even the Time Sovereign's notice. Had he not assisted the Space Sovereign previously, he would not have recognized the power.
At this moment, the Space Sovereign was no longer inferior to him. While he had helped Yun Fan, Yun Fan had also helped him survive. However, Yun Fan did not slack off. He was the commander, after all, and extremely busy. After concluding his battle, he chose to assist elsewhere.
...
Chu Ling'er and Feng Hua clung to each other, as this was a chaotic free-for-all battle between Immortal Lords and Demon Lords. The numbers were equal, and their strengths were comparable, so no Immortal Lord or Demon Lord had yet perished. However, both sides were entering a state of exhaustion, as continuing the fight would lead to death. They were merely delaying each other.
"I wonder how husband is doing?" Feng Hua said to Chu Ling'er, "I'll hold off your enemies. You go help husband!"
Chu Ling'er knew the consequences of fighting two opponents – a single misstep could lead to death. "Are you serious?" Chu Ling'er asked Feng Hua in shock.
"Of course. Husband faces six Immortal Lords alone with no chance of victory. If you don't help him, he will be in grave danger!" Feng Hua warned.
Chu Ling'er replied, "Although we usually don't get along, I'll make an exception this time. I am not his wife, so if something happens to me, he won't be heartbroken. But you are his wife; if something happens to you, he will be devastated. So, you go help him. I'll stay."
Feng Hua was deeply moved but firmly stated, "Don't get sentimental with me now. I've tasted his affection, and not just once, but you haven't. So, you go! Don't let your skills rust!" Chu Ling'er and Feng Hua continued to bicker, and a resolution seemed unlikely.
Finally, the Demon Lords urged them, "Hurry and save the commander! He is our hope. Even if we lose, we won't all die!" Led by Demon Lord Xiaoyao, they were willing to sacrifice their lives to allow the two women to assist Yun Fan. Both women were touched, realizing how much influence Yun Fan wielded within the Demon Race, to the extent that even Demon Lords were willing to die for him.
"If you want to go help that boy, you'll have to get past us first!" the Immortal Lords sneered, engaging the Demon Lords with all their might, determined to prevent them from assisting Yun Fan. In their eyes, Yun Fan, no matter how strong, was likely at death's door. At this critical juncture, they could not afford to give him any chance of escape. Once their companions finished dealing with Yun Fan, they could proceed to annihilate the Demon Race. Victory was theirs.
However, at that moment, a voice boomed, "I don't need anyone to save me, because I am invincible!"
Next moment, Yun Fan appeared. Everyone was stunned, not just the Immortal Race, but even the Demon Race stood frozen. Yun Fan facing six Immortal Lords had no chance of victory. Even as a Half-Step Sovereign, he could not fight six opponents alone. Therefore, the battle should not have ended, and certainly not with Yun Fan alive. Yet, Yun Fan had not only concluded the battle prematurely but had returned early.
"Boy, how did you escape the encirclement of our six Dao companions?" The Immortal Lords looked at Yun Fan in disbelief, convinced he must have found a chance to flee. They simply could not believe Yun Fan could kill six Immortal Lords, especially when they wielded the Demon Slaying Formation. Who could contend with that, short of a Sovereign?
"Are you still not giving up at this point?" Yun Fan sneered and threw his weapon to the ground. Upon seeing the weapons, everyone was dumbfounded. These were the weapons of the six Immortal Lords. Their presence here meant the six Immortal Lords were dead. Who could have imagined such an outcome?
"Are you convinced now?" Yun Fan smiled playfully at the remaining ten Immortal Lords, the last of the Immortal Race's Immortal Lords. Their eyes were vacant. Who could have foreseen that Yun Fan would rewrite the entire outcome?
"Kill!" Demon Lord Xiaoyao was the first to attack, and the other Demon Lords no longer held back, joining the assault on the Immortal Lords. This was a moment of great inspiration. With Yun Fan achieving such a miraculous feat, how could they falter? As more joined the fray, Yun Fan began to ease up, as there was no longer a need for him to fight at full strength. He joined the chaotic melee, picking off opponents opportunistically. The results were plentiful. Soon, an Immortal Lord, suppressed by Chu Ling'er, was found by Yun Fan and taken down in one blow.
"Damn it, stealing my kill!" Chu Ling'er glared at Yun Fan but managed to assist Feng Hua. Yun Fan continued to weave through the combat, claiming more kills. As the battle neared its end, only three of the ten Immortal Lords remained. These three Immortal Lords exchanged desperate glances. Moments ago, they were engaged in an intense battle, and now, only three remained. On the Demon Race's side, apart from a few Demon Lords temporarily incapacitated, there were no casualties. This imbalance was egregious. They soon discovered the reason: at least five of the seven fallen Immortal Lords were killed by Yun Fan. The remaining two died from the combined efforts of Demon Lord Xiaoyao and other Demon Lords, and the other from the joint attack of Chu Ling'er and Feng Hua. The outcome of the battle was truly shocking.
The three remaining Immortal Lords felt a deep sense of grief. At this point, they chose not to flee, as escape was impossible. Instead, they pooled their remaining strength and charged at the Demon Lords, determined to take at least two with them in death. However, before they could reach them, Yun Fan struck again, swiftly eliminating them.
Everyone gasped in awe. Yun Fan declared, "Fellow Daoists, the battle is over!" Cheers of victory erupted from the Demon Race. What was expected to be a protracted Immortal-Demon War had concluded in less than a day, thanks to Yun Fan's lightning-fast strategy. This was far beyond their expectations. They also knew that such a lightning strike was only possible due to Yun Fan; anyone else attempting the same path would have met certain death. The foundation of a lightning-fast war was invincible strength; otherwise, all efforts would be in vain.
"Commander is mighty!" "Commander is domineering!" Yun Fan had become the absolute center of attention, the undeniable protagonist of the Immortal-Demon War, whose status was unshakeable. Even the two King Sovereigns could not diminish his importance. Afterward, Yun Fan ordered his troops to rest before advancing. Yes, despite the victory, he did not intend to stop. He wanted to push forward and fully conquer the Cursed Immortal lineage.
...
"It seems the battle has concluded!" Storm Sovereign said with a playful smile. He was confronting Void Sovereign, while Feng Ling faced Space Sovereign. The four were in a standoff, not participating in the Immortal-Demon War. Storm Sovereign and Feng Ling not only had to confront their opponents but also monitor the Time Sovereign to prevent a sneak attack. However, they were unaware that without the Space Sovereign's intervention, Yun Fan would have perished.
"I can't believe our Immortal Race has lost!" Void Sovereign and Space Sovereign exclaimed in disbelief. They had expected the Demon Race army to be annihilated, not the Immortal Race army. This outcome was utterly unacceptable to them.
"Hmph!" the two sneered. "Our Immortal Race cannot lose. You two cannot change the outcome!"
"That remains to be seen!" Storm Sovereign and Feng Ling withdrew from their standoff. The time for Sovereign-level combat had not yet arrived. There was no need to continue confronting each other, especially since Yun Fan had led the Demon Race army to victory. After they left, Void Sovereign and Space Sovereign immediately summoned the Time Sovereign.
"Fellow Daoist, you didn't eliminate that boy?" Void Sovereign demanded with a cold snort. He had expected the Time Sovereign's secluded actions to guarantee victory, but instead, they had lost. This initial defeat dealt a heavy blow to the Immortal Race's morale.
The Time Sovereign sighed, "Don't mention it. I could have easily dealt with that boy, but unexpectedly, someone intervened and shattered my time domain, preventing me from instantly killing him. Then, he escaped!" He omitted the details of his own hasty retreat, as it was too humiliating, and intended to keep it a secret.
"Someone intervened?" Void Sovereign and Space Sovereign exchanged glances.
"That's right!" The Time Sovereign said indignantly. "The intervener was definitely not from the Demon Race. It felt more like someone from the Immortal Race! I'm certain it was someone from our Immortal Race!" Upon hearing this, the two of them recalled. Space Sovereign mused, "Perhaps it was that Righteous Immortal who narrowly escaped death. Otherwise, there are no other Sovereign-level experts!"
"Hmph!" Void Sovereign snorted coldly. "Opposing us is seeking death! Let's go deal with him!" The three Sovereigns vanished.