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"None of them are leaving."

The moment those words fell, the last vestiges of morale in the Heavenly Demon Sect collapsed.

High in the sky, thousands of flags fluttered, array patterns stretched like chains, and rings of silver-gray light curtains descended from the heavens, interlocking with the array pillars rising from the ground, emitting a muffled, thunderous roar. It was not a trapping array—it was a gigantic hand, spanning a thousand miles, closing in.

Inside the trapped formation, tens of thousands of Heavenly Demon Sect disciples looked up at the ever-lowering light screen, their faces drained of all color.

"It's over... there's no escape now..."

"I don't want to die... I don't want to die..."

Cries and pleas filled the air. Some knelt and kowtowed desperately to the Immortal Alliance army, while others collapsed to the ground, their trouser legs soaked through. Despair, like a plague, spread to every corner.

Ye Feiyan stood rooted to the spot, her fingertips icy cold. She opened her mouth, wanting to call out "Father," but found the word burning hot, preventing her from uttering a sound. The Heavenly Demon Sect, which she had always been so proud of, the Heavenly Demon Sect, which she had described as "survival of the fittest, a matter of course," had, under Elder Gong's declaration, turned out to be nothing more than an anthill that could be crushed at any moment.

The Immortal Alliance did not give them time to despair.

"kill."

Jiang Daoxuan's voice came from high above, devoid of any warmth.

The cannons on the warships lit up simultaneously. Thirty-six beams of light crashed down, like thirty-six celestial blades cleaving through the crowd, sending blood, flesh, and rubble soaring into the sky. Immediately afterward, the Immortal Alliance's cultivator formation collapsed like a mountain—the Void Refining Elders reaped from top to bottom, the Nascent Soul Deacons formed arrays to strangle the enemy, and the Nascent Soul and Golden Core disciples swept through like locusts. Wherever the spiritual light of the magical artifacts passed, swathes of Heavenly Demon Sect disciples fell like harvested wheat.

Blood rained down from the sky.

The disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect did consider resisting. Scattered demonic flames and blood-red light exploded in the army formation, only to be immediately engulfed by ten times the spiritual light, so that not even a scream could be heard.

This was a massacre. It was never a war in the first place.

"Sect Master—!!" The First Elder, his eyes bloodshot, endured Elder Bi's palm strike and roared at the figure in black, "If you don't act now, the Heavenly Demon Sect will be wiped out!"

The Heavenly Demon Sect Master did not answer.

He hovered in mid-air, letting Jiang Daoxuan's sword light carve a deep, bone-revealing wound on his shoulder, while his hands slowly formed an ancient and sinister hand seal in front of his chest.

As the hand seal took shape, the countless array patterns on the blood-red dome that had shrouded the Heavenly Demon Sect for thousands of years suddenly stopped moving.

Then—reverse it.

"Boom—"

The blood array reversed, like a crimson river that had been surging for ten thousand years being forcibly turned back to its source in an instant. The immense power that had accumulated for thousands of years lost its outlet and began to expand, pile up, and roar wildly inside the dome, causing the entire earth of the Heavenly Demon Sect to tremble violently as if in spasm.

"Not good!" Elder Gong's expression changed drastically, and he frantically manipulated the array flags in the void. "He's about to break the formation! Everyone, hold your ground—"

It's too late.

"Disperse, all of you!"

The Heavenly Demon Sect Master roared and ripped his arms apart violently.

"boom!!!!"

The blood-red dome exploded.

The power of the blood array, accumulated over ten thousand years, exploded from every corner of the mountain gate, blurring the boundaries between heaven and earth in that instant. Space shattered like a mirror, revealing the dark and menacing void turbulence behind it; the light curtain of the trapping array caved in violently, thousands of array flags instantly turned to dust, and the silver-gray array patterns, like spider webs scorched by flames, went out in a flash.

The direct collision of the two forces left no intact space within a radius of a thousand miles.

however--

The bloody waves dissipated. Elder Gong stood beneath a massive, cracked banner, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, yet he smiled.

"Cough... A strike that came at the cost of destroying the sect's protective formation was indeed earth-shattering." He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his voice hoarse. "Unfortunately, it ran into my trapping formation first. The ten-thousand-year-old blood formation was mostly devoured by my array flags—the remaining ones can't stop anyone."

As he said.

That earth-shattering strike, which should have turned everything within a radius of ten thousand miles into a chaotic void, was worn down by layers of trapping formations, losing seventy percent of its power and only managing to blast open a continuously collapsing gap of about a hundred miles in the sky.

But a gap is still a gap.

"Go—!!" The Heavenly Demon Sect Master's voice was like a final death knell, "Go through the gap! Every one who can leave is one more!"

The remaining disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect, as if grasping at a last straw, surged frantically toward the gap in the sky. The streaks of light were dense and numerous, like a school of fish swimming upstream.

The cultivators from the Immortal Alliance followed closely behind.

"Pursue them. Those who surrender will not be killed, and those who flee—not a single one will be spared." Jiang Daoxuan coldly ordered.

The hunt began. The speed of the Void Refining Escape Light far surpassed that of the panicked disciples. Streaks of azure sword light and cloud-white sleeves weaved through the fleeing crowd, extinguishing the escape lights like fireworks wherever they passed. Some screamed as they were cleaved in two, others plunged headlong into collapsing spatial rifts, shredded into blood mist by the turbulent currents. Tens of thousands swarmed towards the same opening, pushing, trampling, and colliding with each other. Before the opening, corpses and severed limbs rained down.

Of those who managed to break through the breach alive, less than one in ten survived.

Beyond the breach, there was a blockade already laid by the Immortal Alliance. Only a few hundred people actually escaped.

A powerful figure in the demonic path, who had reigned for thousands of years, perished overnight.

The Heavenly Demon Sect Master took one last look at his sect—a glance at the mountain gate amidst the blood and fire, and a look in the direction of the flattened mountain peak.

Then, he turned around, transforming into a dark golden blood rainbow, and rushed towards the other side of the gap.

"Trying to leave?" Silver Bell's voice was cold. Three streaks of light rose from the ground almost simultaneously, one green, one white, and one silver, like three arrows released from a bow, biting tightly at the blood rainbow, and disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

The battle of the Dao was fought, and they were driven to the heavens.

Inside the platform ruins, beneath a silvery-white, shimmering dome.

Yin Yue, supporting herself on Li Hanshan's arm, slowly stood up. Her gaze swept across the battlefield, a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, and suddenly fell on a bright red figure surging toward the breach with the fleeing army.

The night is full of smoke.

She vanished very quickly, her bright red palace dress standing out starkly against the blood-soaked rain, and she didn't even dare to look back.

Yin Yue looked at the figure and suddenly smiled. She turned her head to look at Li Hanshan, and for the first time, a kind of almost fiery, human-like brilliance ignited in her clear, cold eyes.

"Come on," she said, "I'm going to chase after someone."

"who?"

"Ye Feiyan," Yin Yue said, each word distinct, her smile as cold as a knife, "Just now she said she would turn you into her demon slave right before my eyes."

She raised her hand, pointing towards the fleeing red figure, her voice soft, yet each word as firm as a nail:

"We'll bring her back."

"From this day forward—let her be your slave girl."