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Chapter 135 The Scholar Picks Up His Pen (4000 words)
The Great Wall, Longhuang Island, and Jiange.

At these three key passes, a fierce battle broke out simultaneously.

Beneath the Great Wall, the human army and the demon army clashed violently, their flesh and blood instantly disintegrating, blood and bone fragments flying everywhere.

The regular army of the Demon Suppression City is divided into three types.

The first type of Xuanjia Army consisted of 500,000 soldiers.

The soldiers of the Xuanjia Army are mostly martial arts practitioners, with exceptionally strong physiques. Combined with their armor, meticulously forged from heavy black iron, they move with great force and are incomparably brave on the battlefield.

They can advance individually or form small battle formations of three, supporting each other and combining offense and defense.

The second type is the White Snow Heavy Cavalry, numbering 30,000.

The warhorses ridden by Bai Xue's heavy cavalry mostly inherited their bloodlines from ancient mythical beasts such as Shu, Lushu, and Qiongqiong, and some even carried a faint bloodline of the divine beast Qilin.

Both soldiers and warhorses were clad in heavy, snow-white armor, resembling a sharp, unparalleled white blade galloping across the battlefield, easily tearing gaps in the demon race's lines wherever they went.

Wherever their iron hooves trampled, the corpses of demonic beasts instantly turned into minced meat, and the demonic cultivators who tried to stop them were smashed into a cloud of blood mist by the violent charge.

The third type is the Wanfasi, numbering 300,000.

The cultivators of the Myriad Laws Bureau are mainly responsible for maintaining the Great Wall, a grand formation that separates the two worlds. In addition, they are also responsible for refining pills and forging magical artifacts.

During the great battle, they cast spells from the rear, granting buffs to the human race, bombarding demons, setting up magic arrays, and healing some dying human cultivators.

With the three forces working together, the regular army of the Demon Suppression City displayed terrifying combat power.

Moreover, every soldier in the army was determined to fight to the death.

No matter how many comrades fall around them, as long as they haven't heard the order to retreat, they will fight until they bleed their last drop of blood and exhaust their last bit of strength.

In the initial stage of the great battle, the overwhelming offensive of the Demon Suppression City army dealt a heavy blow to the demon race and caused great shock.

However, as the battles became increasingly fierce, the demon race gradually gained the upper hand.

Although the demon army was mostly assembled from various sects and tribes.

However, the demon race is inherently bloodthirsty, and the stronger the bloody atmosphere on the battlefield, the more it can stimulate the ferocity and excitement in their bones.

Furthermore, the vast army of the demon race consists of far more than just demon cultivators.

They also control an even larger number of unintelligent monsters.

Within the demon race, there exists a very "simple" concept—beasts that have not yet awakened their intelligence are not of the same kind as themselves.

Therefore, the demon race recklessly drove millions of demon beasts forward as cannon fodder, and even though these demon beasts suffered heavy casualties and their corpses piled up like mountains, they did not feel any heartache.

Even under extreme pressure from life-or-death battles, a few monsters will eventually develop intelligence in dire circumstances.

For the demon race, if even one of the three hundred demon beasts can successfully gain intelligence and survive on the battlefield, it would be a huge win.

Not to mention these cannon fodder monsters, which can continuously deplete the precious combat power of the cultivators of the Myriad Laws World.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, Butcher Wang sprang up, his blood-soaked pig-slaughtering knife carrying immense force as he cleaved down at a ferocious saber-toothed tiger below.

With a flash of light, the tiger beast's massive body split in two, and scalding blood gushed out like a fountain.

Before Wang the butcher could even catch his breath, he suddenly twisted his body, swung his butcher knife backhand, and precisely met a demon cultivator who attacked from behind.

The butcher's knife clashed violently with the broadsword in the demon cultivator's hand, sparks flying everywhere, and the enormous recoil force sent both of them flying back more than two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters).

Immediately afterwards, the two men sprang forward again, charging forward and slashing each other fearlessly, the clanging of their blades echoing throughout the area.

On the other side, the teahouse proprietress, with a cold expression, forcefully dismantled the antique abacus in her hands, and the heavy, black beads slid down with a clatter.

However, just as these beads were about to touch the ground, they were suddenly suspended by invisible threads of spiritual energy.

Immediately, these abacus beads transformed into deadly black streaks of light, shooting towards the demon cultivators who were attacking from all directions at an astonishing speed.

"Puff puff!"

In the blink of an eye, the heads of several demon cultivators and the demon beasts charging ahead were easily pierced by the abacus beads, leaving behind terrifying blood holes.

Wu Daquan, a beggar from the City of Ten Thousand Demons, was waving an inconspicuous dog-beating stick.

His movements appeared casual, yet the flickering of his staff contained immense power.

With each strike, a demon cultivator exploded into a bloody mist.

Wu Daquan was once a high-ranking elder in a major sect.

However, one day while in seclusion for cultivation, he unfortunately suffered a qi deviation and went mad.

In that frenzy, he personally slaughtered many of his own disciples.

Ultimately, the sect leader, along with several elders, subdued him.

After that, he was exiled to this Demon-Suppressing City.

When Wu Daquan first arrived in the Demon-Suppressing City, he was in a daze and felt lost all day long.

Until one day, a petite girl with a tinkling bell tied to her ankle found him.

Looking into his empty eyes, the girl said coldly, "I don't think you're good for anything. You might as well become a beggar. When the bell tolls, go down to the city to kill demons. Is there a problem?"

Wu Daquan did not respond at the time.

The girl didn't care; she simply tossed a broken bowl onto the ground in front of him and turned to leave.

From that day on, a beggar appeared in the Demon-Suppressing City.

The beggar's greatest anticipation was waiting for the bells to ring throughout the city.

It seems that whenever the bell tolls, or whenever I kill a demon, I feel a little more at ease.

"Hooooo!!!"

A roar louder and more ferocious than any beast's howl suddenly exploded, its sound waves sweeping across the entire battlefield.

The "giant" figure, as large as a mountain, took giant strides and charged towards the demonic tide ahead!
His long, blood-stained, filthy, and tangled hair flew wildly in the gale-force winds of the charge.

The giant axe in his hand carried the power to split mountains and shatter rocks, and he cleaved down again and again, each swing bringing with it a storm of blood and gore.

Countless demonic beasts roared and pounced, their sharp fangs biting fiercely at his thick arm, but they couldn't even bite through his skin.

But more and more monsters rushed up, densely packed like ants. They frantically climbed, bit, and piled up, soon engulfing the giant's massive body like a small mountain.

"Hooooo!!!"

The giant roared once again, shaking the heavens and the earth.

In the next instant, an extremely violent spiritual power erupted from him.

The demons that had been piling up on him and tearing at him frantically were thrown away like withered leaves swept up by a hurricane, screaming as they crashed into the horde of beasts.

The giant seized the opportunity to reach out and grab a two-headed cheetah that was about to pounce. He opened his blood-red maw and bit off both heads in one gulp.

Immediately afterwards, he slammed his still convulsing headless mutilated body into the dense horde of beasts.

The heavy corpse flew out with a whoosh, crushing several unprepared demonic beasts to their deaths. "Thump, thump, thump!"

Heavy footsteps pounded the earth once more, the hulking figure with bloodshot eyes continued its charge, crushing everything in its path.

High above the sky, He Yeye was fighting fiercely with the ferocious beast "Zheng" that had previously reached the Ascension Realm.

The two figures, locked in fierce combat, had already soared into the depths of the clouds. With each collision, violent ripples of spiritual energy spread out in circles across the sky like tangible waves, causing the clouds to churn and shatter.

Every time He Yeye swung her scythe, it brought with it a blade of wind capable of tearing everything apart.

Where the sickle traced its path, space seemed like fragile cloth, easily sliced ​​into dark void cracks.

"Old man, you're too slow! You're even dragging your feet in a fight, you might as well go home and farm!"

He Yeye spoke sarcastically, her actions becoming increasingly violent.

The enormous scythe, more than twice her height, was now swirling wildly in her hands.

It was less that she was wielding the sickle, and more that the weapon was pulling her into a frenzied dance.

"Roar!"

The beast named Yuekan was clearly enraged; it suddenly created some distance and opened its massive maw.

A blazing bolt of lightning, like a bursting dam, surged toward He Yeye!

Faced with this raging fire that could scorch mountains and boil seas, He Yeye not only did not back down, but her eyes gleamed with even greater excitement.

She continued to spin the giant scythe in her hand, her body tracing eerie arcs in the air.

The enormous scythe spun at high speed, tearing apart the thick, oncoming lightning and flames.

Immediately afterwards, she moved with the scythe, breaking through the blockade of thunder and flames. The incomparably sharp scythe blade, accompanied by a shrill whistle, went straight for Yue Kan's head.

Beneath the Great Wall, human cultivators at the Immortal Realm and Jade Purity Realm clashed fiercely with powerful demons, resulting in equally brutal battles.

After a day and a night of bloody fighting, the battlefield had been transformed into a massive carnage.

Countless human cultivators and powerful demons perished.

Countless corpses lay piled on top of each other on the cold ground, mercilessly trampled over by the surging soldiers from both sides.

Despite the familiar figures falling one after another around them, they had no time to grieve.

They could only channel their grief and rage into an even more frenzied killing intent, continuing to wield their weapons.

Countless sword cultivators, even with their bodies already broken and their chests pierced and their hearts shattered, still managed to unleash their final sword strike with all their might at the last moment!
Some are born in the Demon-Suppressing City, but die beneath the Great Wall.

Some people are born into a world of myriad laws, but after visiting the Great Wall, they never return in this lifetime.

Time passed amidst the carnage, and another two days and two nights went by.

This great battle, which concerns the life and death of all laws and the world, has not only shown no signs of abating, but has become even more intense.

For the demon race, the first effort is vigorous, the second is weak, and the third is exhausted.

If we cannot breach the Great Wall this time despite our best efforts, then it will be virtually impossible to breach it in the future.

Not to mention how low morale would drop if they failed this time.

The human cultivators also knew they had to hold their ground.

If we cannot defend it, the entire world will be plunged into chaos and suffering.

However, the reality is cruel.

The number of demon cultivators was already much greater than the number of soldiers guarding the Great Wall, not to mention the seemingly endless number of demon beasts.

After a protracted war, the human cultivators were showing signs of exhaustion, both physically and mentally.

More importantly, the Demon Clan clearly knew that the Great Wall was an extremely difficult nut to crack, after all, they had fought against He Yeye countless times before.

Therefore, the number of high-level demon cultivators, such as those at the Jade Purity Realm and Immortal Realm, who have been deployed to this battlefield this time far exceeds that of any previous attack.

On another part of the battlefield, Mozi, the Ascended Realm expert of the Mohist school, was wielding the Non-Aggression Sword and fiercely clashing with the Demon Clan's Number One Sword Immortal.

However, compared to this demon sword immortal, Mozi of the Mo family was clearly not strong enough and was at a disadvantage.

"Tsk!"

During the fierce battle in the sky, He Yeye keenly noticed the disadvantage on Mozi's side and couldn't help but click her tongue, feeling extremely anxious.

She wished she could immediately leave to support that Mohist leader.

However, the relentless attacks from the old monster named Yuekan left her with no chance to escape, which made He Yeye feel extremely irritable and frustrated!
"If this continues... is retreating to Demon-Suppressing City really the only option?"

He Yeye's eyes narrowed slightly, a cold light flashing within them, and her grip on the massive scythe handle tightened unconsciously.

But in the end, He Yeye shook her head and gave up on that idea.

It's useless!
Even if we retreat to the Demon-Suppressing City, the demon race will still come to kill us.

Moreover, with the magic array in Demon Suppression City that separated the two worlds broken, the demon race can now freely enter the world of myriad laws from the demon realm.

Dragon Emperor Island and Sword Pavilion are merely side gates, while the Great Wall is the gateway to all laws under heaven.

With all laws of the world wide open, one becomes a sinner against all laws of the world.

We must hold on!

Even if it means dying here, I must hold this position!
Upon thinking of this, He Yeye's eyes flashed with a fierce light, her spiritual power surged wildly, and she once again wielded the huge scythe, charging fearlessly toward the old serpent that was relentlessly entangled with her!

Amidst the whistling sound of the scythe tearing through the air, He Yeye's gaze involuntarily and very briefly drifted towards a certain direction within the Demon Suppression City.

There, on the edge of the clamor of war and the soaring killing intent, lies a courtyard that appears exceptionally quiet.

In the courtyard.

The scholar was writing on the snow-white paper, each stroke steady and deliberate.

At this moment, he is putting his profound understanding of the Great Dao into practice on this small piece of paper.

At this moment, Xiao Mo had entered a profound and indescribable state.

He completely forgot that he was writing, and was even unaware of his own existence.

In his mind, it was as if he were flipping through scroll after scroll of scriptures.

These books were not only Confucian classics, but also classics from various schools of thought, appearing in fragments in Xiao Mo's mind.

At first, Xiao Mo wrote very slowly, but later on, he wrote faster and faster.

Later, Xiao Mo stopped writing.

After some time, Xiao Mo picked up his pen again.

Xiao Mo forgot about the time, and even forgot what he was doing.

But today, Xiao Mo could feel that the path he was walking on seemed to be getting wider and wider.

(End of this chapter)