After I became an immortal in Uchimaki, I went from being a loser to becoming a group favorite.

Chapter 282 Defeating Wutian
In the year 3.6 million of the Dragon Calendar, the Dragon Clan declared war on the Upper Realm. The Upper Realm responded by sending 500,000 Yin Soldiers from the Underworld to fight the Dragon Clan on the outer battlefield.

Meng San, who was sitting on the city wall, suddenly found himself on the battlefield outside the sky.

In Yu Sheng's memory, Meng San had seen this place before.

Looking back at history, the outer battlefield was still a void of darkness.

In this pitch blackness, the dragon race's million-strong army battled against half a million ghost soldiers from the underworld.

Hundreds of thousands of immortals and demons, wielding swords and blades, fought desperately, their spells clashing and flashing with light.

Everywhere there were terrifying sounds of swords piercing bodies and tearing flesh apart, accompanied by the screams and cries of soldiers. Blood splattered everywhere, quickly forming a dark red river that stained the pitch-black space.

Song Nan appeared here at some point, standing with Meng San. Together they looked at the horrific scene before them, recalling the battlefield life they never wanted to experience again in their previous lives.

War is the real hell.

These people who participated in the war may not even know each other. They only cared about the interests of their respective monarchs, treating every soldier who wore a different uniform as an enemy and fighting fiercely against him.

Soon, the dragons noticed something was amiss.

The 500,000 Yin soldiers dispatched by the Underworld, though fewer in number than the Dragon Clan, were all incredibly fierce and possessed exceptionally powerful combat abilities.

Their eyes were like still water, cold and devoid of any emotion. Even when struck by multiple swords and magic, they fought to the death without retreating, showing no fear or hesitation whatsoever.

Having been on the battlefield in his previous life, Song Nan could tell at a glance that this was not a group of highly trained regular soldiers, but they were able to move with ease among the vast army of the dragon race, relying on a kind of insane bloodlust.

It's like a group of unkillable zombies, driven only by the desire to kill. They never fall down or die from exhaustion, they have no fear or pain, and they are even very difficult to kill.

Compared to the dragons, who were later known as one of the four great demonic beasts, they seemed more like demons.

Meng San's brows furrowed slightly.

Some unpleasant memories flooded back.

She remembered Tang Ling's parents and the Forgotten Village that Liu San had mentioned.

Lu Qingfeng wanted to create a world where people could forget their troubles, be carefree, and have no desires—but the people living there lost their self-awareness and became his test subjects.

Later, he was turned into a puppet and manipulated to fight on the battlefield, helping the evil child to invade and allowing the demon army to successfully station itself in the Hundred Thousand Mountains of Qingyun Continent.

Liu San said that Lu Qingfeng had always wanted to build an army like the Mirage Demon.

Is this the kind of army?
It is indeed powerful, and indeed... cruel.

Perhaps Yu Sheng from the past is indeed among them.

Unfortunately, everyone's faces were blurred and indistinguishable in the carnage, making them look like a group of identical zombie monsters.

The only one who didn't seem to have gone on a killing spree was the black-robed man who had been sitting in the back.

“He is the leader of the Yin soldiers.” Song Nan also noticed the tall man standing steadily in the midst of the battle and made his own guess.

"The leader of the Yin soldiers, the Underworld General—Wutian."

Meng San raised an eyebrow.

Has Wutian, who has only existed in rumors for so long, finally appeared?
It tried to search for that figure in its long memory, but found nothing.

It seems they had no prior interaction.

If this is truly the legendary Wutian, are these ghost soldiers being manipulated by him now?
How does he possess such powerful manipulation abilities that he can command hundreds of thousands of ghost soldiers?
Too many questions remain, yet none can be deduced from the tall, black figure behind the ghostly soldiers.

He stood there, amidst the carnage and deafening shouts of battle, unmoved and calm, as if he, like the ghostly soldiers, were devoid of any emotion.

Under the onslaught of a powerful army, the million-strong dragon army was gradually slaughtered and routed, with cries of agony echoing across the land and rivers of blood flowing. Amidst the crimson rain of blood, Meng San saw the old Dragon King.

Having fought him before, Meng San knew that the Old Dragon King had already used all his strength.

He is indeed very powerful; at least so far, no ghost soldiers have dared to get close to him.

The Old Dragon King's use of magic has always been crude and unrefined.

So before you even get close, you'll be blasted into dust by the old dragon king's magic.

Unfortunately, this good fortune didn't last long.

Perhaps noticing the old Dragon King's power, Wutian also joined the battle.

His main target in the battle was the old Dragon King.

No matter how powerful the old Dragon King was, he would eventually tire. As the battle lines stretched out, the number of dragon warriors dwindled, the tireless underworld soldiers joined, and Wutian joined the fray, the old Dragon King's magical abilities became increasingly inadequate.

In a moment of distraction, he even cast a spell on his own people, and the tireless ghost soldiers seized the opportunity to strike the old dragon king with their swords.

With a "thud," a chilling sound of a sharp weapon piercing a body rang out.

Immediately afterwards, more and more ghost soldiers joined forces to attack.

One sword, two swords, three swords...

More and more wounds appeared on the old dragon king's body. He was like a lone beast that had exhausted its strength and was on the verge of death, yet it still stubbornly squeezed out the last bit of its life force, preferring death to giving up.

Ke Mengsan could barely make out the dragon's appearance from that huge, bloody creature—its horns were broken, its scales were shattered, revealing the crimson flesh inside, a truly horrifying sight.

He killed several ghost soldiers single-handedly, but ultimately died from his injuries.

When he died, his pair of cloudy, bloodshot dragon eyes, for some reason, suddenly fixed on Meng San's direction.

His eyes were filled with resentment and hatred, but also with a barely perceptible trace of worry.

Soon, Meng San knew who the worry was for.

"After my father died, the historian in charge of recording the history of the dragon race risked his life to preserve this last record and delivered it to me."

After the battlefield fell silent, the voice of the Little Dragon Prince suddenly rang out between heaven and earth.

Kemeng San can only hear its voice, but cannot see its person.

Even so, Meng San could still detect a storm brewing in that hoarse voice.

"I swore to avenge my father. I made a plan for revenge. I thought I would never slack off again. I would study hard and work hard to become the most powerful dragon king, even the most powerful king in the world! But the very next day, the upper realm sent people to attack again. This time, they went straight to the dragon's lair. For four whole months, the upper realm sent its most elite army to exterminate my dragon clan, leaving no one alive, and imprisoning the souls of all the dragon people in the Dragon Imprisonment Sea."

"The seawater of the Dragon Clan has been dyed red."

The young dragon prince's voice was no longer that of an ignorant child, but rather filled with vicissitudes and hatred, just like the old dragon king's eyes when he died, full of resentment.

"In countless reincarnations, I so wished I could fight to the death for the dragon race in place of my father. I so wished I could be a genius in cultivation, or at least listen to my father and cultivate diligently. Perhaps if I had cultivated properly, the fate of defending the city back then wouldn't have been the complete annihilation of the dragon race!"

"You wouldn't believe it, would you? People only know that the dragon race was imprisoned here, but they don't know that this place has long been a place where a group of evil spirits live. And these evil spirits, because the underworld does not tolerate them, will eventually dissipate into the world. But because I still have a trace of obsession, my spirits are not dispelled, and I repeatedly reincarnate the life of the year before my race was wiped out. Again and again, without end."

"If this is the power to become a demon, and it can seal this memory of mine forever, I would rather become a demon."

"This is my obsession. Because of this obsession, I have experienced that battle countless times, and been defeated countless times."

The voice of the Little Dragon Prince continued to echo between heaven and earth, "Meng San, if you want to leave the Prison Dragon Sea, you must break my obsession. And if you want to break my obsession, you must join forces with that kid Song Nan and help me win that war of annihilation."

"Defeat Wutian."