I create patterns, regardless of your level of expertise.

The spirit and demon races on both sides of the Blood River are like two longbows, their strings being slowly drawn tighter and tighter.

There is no turning back now.

So, it's time!

On the other side of the Blood River, the Spirit Queen, dressed in military attire, looked down at the Spirit army, her beautiful face filled with a resolute determination for revenge.

The barrier between the two realms has existed for a full 100,000 years. To the other three realms, it may just be a piece of history that has already passed.

However, the Spirit Race is naturally long-lived. A small portion of the Spirit Race survived the last catastrophe and are still alive today, serving as witnesses to history and recounting that tragic song of fire and blood.

For 100,000 years, they have been thinking about revenge every single moment!

Now, the insurmountable barrier between the two worlds has finally disappeared for some unknown reason, and their time for revenge has finally come!

Brothers and sisters!

"Ten thousand years ago, the demon race invaded the spirit realm, slaughtering our compatriots and destroying our home!"

"For ten thousand years, we have longed to avenge this blood feud with our own hands!"

"And today, we stand here for only one reason."

"Clearance!"

"At this very moment, on the other side of the Blood River, the demon army is also gathering. Tell me, are you afraid?!"

Hundreds of thousands of Spirit Clan soldiers assembled in formation, exuding a chilling and murderous aura.

At this moment, almost every member of the Spirit Race roared with all their might.

"Don't be afraid!"

"Tell me, why!"

"Because what the demons once gave us, we will take back with our own hands!"

The Queen of the Spirit Clan immediately drew her sword and pointed it at the other end of the Blood River.

"Then let the demons see what it looks like to enrage this ancient race!"

"Set off!"

At the command of the Eldar Queen, hundreds of thousands of troops took to the air.

Every one of them here is a powerful expert at the eighth realm or above. For this revenge, the Spirit Clan has really pulled out all the stops.

So this time, only victory is allowed, defeat is not an option!

At the same moment, at the forefront of the demon army.

The Demon Lord closed his eyes and carefully sensed the surroundings.

As the Eldar army set out, he finally opened his eyes.

"They moved."

"Let's begin."

Tens of thousands of demons were gathered along the banks of the Blood River.

At the Demon Lord's command, these demons leaped into the river of blood!

Blood River, Blood River, the water of this river is red like blood.

After these demons joined them, the red river water quickly turned a purplish-black color, and the foul stench in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth became even stronger!

The Demon Lord looked at his kin who were throwing themselves into the river of blood, a hint of pity flashing deep in his eyes, but he quickly concealed it.

He remained seated on the skull throne, his eyes showing no sign of worry about the impending battle.

He simply gazed quietly ahead, awaiting the arrival of the Elven army.

As hundreds of thousands of Eldar troops began to appear on the other side of the sky.

The blood river surged and rolled. By this moment, the two armies were less than ten miles apart. For these experts at the eighth realm and above, this distance was no different from being face to face.

Compared to the massive army of the Spirit Race, the number of Demon Race soldiers was pitifully small.

Only a handful of forty to fifty thousand demons were here, standing quietly behind the Demon Lord's throne.

The twelve demon gods stood on either side, exuding a faint sense of menace.

"After 100,000 years, is this all the demon race has left?"

Surrounded by the Spirit Clan army, the Spirit Clan Queen swept her gaze across the entire Demon Clan army, finally settling on the Demon Lord in the center.

The Demon Lord remained seated on the skull throne, as if nothing in the world could make him rise.

"Numbers are probably not enough to determine the outcome of the battle."

"You and I both know how powerful the Spirit Race was a hundred thousand years ago, but didn't they still lose in the end?"

The Queen of the Spirit Race proclaimed, "We never deny our defeats. Ten thousand years have passed, and this time, it is finally our Spirit Race that has set foot on the land of your Demon Realm!"

Even if our victory this time is dishonorable, we will never let you get away!

As the Queen of the Spirit Race finished speaking, she suddenly drew her emerald green longsword, the tip of which pointed directly at the Demon Lord.

"Prepare to die!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the Spirit Clan army behind her roared and charged towards the Demon Clan.

In an instant, countless dazzling lights erupted from the many powerful members of the Spirit Race!

"Let them kill if they want to."

The Demon Lord spoke in a deep voice, and many powerful demons behind him also took to the air, charging fearlessly towards the Spirit Clan army.

"Kill them!"

"Kill them all!"

In the blink of an eye, the two armies had traversed that long distance and were locked in fierce combat!

Powerful energy fluctuations swept wildly, unleashing an incredibly strong storm across the entire battlefield.

Space was constantly being blasted apart, only to be quickly healed.

In any other place, they could dominate a region, but in this battlefield, an ancestor-level eighth-realm expert is nothing more than the lowest-level cannon fodder!

Countless powerful spells and martial arts illuminated the sky. The sky of the Demon Realm was always gray and gloomy, as if a storm was brewing. But at this moment, the powerful aftershocks that continued to spread dispelled the dark clouds that had always shrouded the sky.

The sunlight finally peeked out from behind the clouds.

But under that warm sunlight, what was illuminated was not a scene of vibrant life and flourishing of all things.

It was blood!

It's severed limbs and remains! It's a bloodbath, a fight to the death!

The blood of both the demons and the spirits flowed ever more freely as they were wounded. In this meat grinder that seemed to be destroying everything, only the strongest of the twelfth level had any power to protect themselves!

Corpses kept falling from the sky and into the flowing river of blood.

Gradually, the waves of the Blood River became more and more turbulent, perhaps from the spray created by the corpses, or something else entirely.

The Elven Queen swung her sword once more, unleashing a dazzling sword light that swept away everything in front of her.

Once again, her gaze pierced through the demons and landed on the figure sitting on the skull throne.

"Get down here!"

She roared and immediately raised her sword high, a beam of emerald light shooting into the sky, unfolding a beautiful divine bird pattern in the heavens!

With a flap of its wings, the pattern seemed to come alive, letting out a high-pitched and furious howl, and then, with the power to destroy the world, it swooped down towards the Demon Lord!

The Demon Lord merely raised his eyes slightly in response.

He made no further response.

Just as the divine bird was about to swoop down, another black light crackling with arcs of electricity suddenly shot out from the side!

The world-destroying divine bird was pierced almost instantly, its remaining light completely obliterated, and it continued its rapid charge forward.

Wherever it passed, all demons and spirits perished under this attack!

A black light appeared, and the Sword Demon God, wielding a demonic weapon, gleamed with surging fighting spirit in his eyes.

He looked at the Eldar Queen and pointed into the distance.

"The Demon Sword Wuyin, today, will seek guidance from the Spirit Queen."

As soon as he finished speaking, his aura suddenly surged, and he no longer concealed it!

Peak of the Twelfth Realm!