Capítulo 1397: Chapter 1371: The Final Battle

The Great Prince of the Yao Race still wore a wickedly sinister smile. His gaze fixated on Tangyu, as in his eyes, only Tangyu was worthy of being his opponent, deserving of his acknowledgment.

The Crown Prince of the Yao Race waved his hand, and Di Qi led out a legion of a hundred formidable warriors. Each one of them was at least a cultivator of the Golden Core Realm, Seventh Level, with more than twenty of them being Great Powers in the Zifu Realm. This was the strongest force of the Demon Empire, their last stand of power.

Tangyu casually waved, summoning Shi Jian from the South Sea Immortal Palace. By now, Shi Jian had reached the Zifu Realm, for Tangyu had channeled all the opportunities from the South Sea Immortal Palace into him. Additionally, Tangyu covertly used the Immortal Vein to aid Shi Jian, whose natural comprehension abilities were exceptionally remarkable. Therefore, within the South Sea Immortal Palace, he had also broken through to the Zifu Realm.

Moreover, Tangyu had also obtained a suit of armor and a treasured sword for Shi Jian from the South Sea Immortal Palace, further elevating Shi Jian’s prowess.

Once Shi Jian emerged, leading over a hundred strong warriors from the Anyang Empire, they charged forward to meet their adversaries. In terms of the number of powerful warriors, both sides were evenly matched.

Tangyu looked at the Crown Prince of the Yao Race, not feeling prematurely elated. He knew the Yao Crown Prince surely had more tricks up his sleeve. If these were his only tactics, then victory would come too easily. Thus, there must be a greater plan at hand.

“Kill! Kill! Kill!!!”

The powerful warriors on both sides quickly clashed together in combat. This was a battle among the elite, shaking the heavens and decimating the earth, extraordinarily spectacular.

Shi Jian unleashed his might, fighting fiercely like the heavens themselves. His sword was dominantly aggressive and sharp. With a single strike, he would take a powerful warrior’s life, crushing all opposition and remaining invincible. Shi Jian’s remarkable performance filled the ranks of the Anyang Empire with joy. An Shitong and others were envious yet profoundly admired him. Though he and Shi Jian were both disciples under the same master, when it came to talent, he fell short by a long distance. Despite his efforts, his power remained lacking.

The Zifu Realm seemed impossible for him in this lifetime.

Although An Shitong was the ruler of the Anyang Empire, his actual power was unimpressive, still only at the Fourth Layer of the Golden Core Realm. Comparing him to Anyang Empire’s true powerhouses, they could easily overpower An Shitong. Still, An Shitong was not considered a formidable warrior but a competent emperor. His character was admirable, earning the loyalty of strong followers willing to serve under him.

On the Demon Empire’s side, they felt uneasy, the situation seemingly unfavorable. Yet, the Great Prince of the Yao Race remained composed, lightly smiling without even glancing at the situation. To him, it seemed inconsequential.

Tangyu awaited the Yao Crown Prince’s next move.

“A bunch of useless trash,” the Great Prince of the Yao Race suddenly cursed lightly, waving his hand. From the void emerged a massive group of silhouettes, numbering over a thousand.

The demonic aura rose sky-high, displaying strange and eerie characteristics. It was evident that this was a group of Yao Race individuals, numbering over a thousand, each exuding an intensely powerful aura. It was clear that the weakest among them were Golden Core Realm, Seventh Level, with many being Great Powers in the Zifu Realm. Not only that, but this Yao Race squad also included over a hundred puppets, all nearly at the Zifu Realm level.

This sudden turn of events immediately caused Shi Jian to signal for a retreat, pulling everyone back. In this battle, the Anyang Empire lost about two layers of their strong warriors. Fortunately, none of the Zifu Realm warriors fell. The Demon Empire lost nearly four layers of their powerful warriors, with even one Zifu Realm warrior slain by Shi Jian.

“What? How did so many powerful warriors emerge all of a sudden? Has the entire Yao Race defected to them? And so many puppets? This…this—” An Shitong was taken aback, clicking his tongue in surprise as he looked at Tangyu, his heart filled with worry.

The people of the Anyang Empire all grew tense, facing such overwhelming pressure that it felt suffocating.

Shi Quan’s brow furrowed deeply, having also sensed the frightening nature of this squad.

Tangyu’s expression shifted slightly, his gaze landing on the thousand-plus figures: “A hundred puppets at the Zifu Realm, though none comparable to a Zifu Realm, Ninth Layer, two of them can rival Zifu Realm, Seventh or Eighth Layer. Combined, these two can withstand my Zifu Realm, Ninth Layer puppet. The Yao Race has over a hundred Great Powers in the Zifu as well as nearly a thousand strong warriors at the Golden Core Realm, Seventh, Eighth, and Ninth Layers. Such power cannot be resisted merely with the 109 puppets from the South Sea Immortal Palace and Shi Jian’s alliance—the gap in numbers is overwhelmingly vast.”

Tangyu’s brow furrowed tightly, finding that the force disparity between both sides was nearly double. Such an enormous gap gave Tangyu a headache.

“It seems I overlooked something. My opponent is the Yao Crown Prince, a member of the Yao Royal Clan, inheriting a noble bloodline. No matter where he goes, he can command all races of demons. I failed to realize this part. No wonder the Yao Crown Prince always appeared confident; he already had a grand trump card. No wonder, despite knowing that I obtained information about the South Sea Immortal Palace, he remained unaffected. He had a response ready all along. This was my miscalculation.” Tangyu sighed bitterly.

Unexpectedly, this time, it seemed as though he had lost.

The Yao Crown Prince’s ability to command all demons was his inherent advantage.

Moreover, Tangyu hadn’t anticipated the Yao Race’s power on the Mystic Spirit Continent to be this formidable. The display of their might was truly terrifying. Even the number of Zifu Realm puppets was alarmingly high.

The Yao Crown Prince gazed at Tangyu with a smile: “Now, will you concede? Or do you wish to try? I don’t mind watching these individuals die one by one.”

The Great Prince of the Yao Race wore an expression of assured dominance over Tangyu, which frustrated Tangyu greatly. Still, Tangyu knew that if he acted now, more people would die. Even Shi Jian might seriously be in danger.

Yet, if he stops now, Tangyu knows that, given the demon prince’s nature, he won’t easily let Shi Jian and the others go.

The outcome of victory or defeat hinges on life and death.

Shi Jianan Shitong and the others stared coldly and determinedly at Tangyu, their expressions resolute, unafraid of death.

“Are we going to lose?” Tangyu shook his head. He initially believed that victory was within his grasp, but he hadn’t expected such a turn of events. It was frustrating, truly unsatisfying. Nonetheless, Tangyu was helpless, the unexpected factor of the demon prince commanding all these demons was unforeseeable. If there was a loss, one could only say it was due to luck. With a different opponent, this situation might not have occurred.

Ultimately, Tangyu understood it was his own carelessness and negligence, failing to prepare in advance. If he had anticipated this and prepared countermeasures, there might still have been hope.

“Hey, look over there!” A sudden exclamation was heard.

Tangyu turned his gaze towards the south and east, seeing large groups of figures swiftly flying towards them. Each of these individuals traversed the skies, moving at incredible speeds, their speed indicating their formidable strength.

“Hmm, is that Tuoba Kui, along with the South Sea Sect Master? Eh, why are Xiao Yu and the others among them?” Tangyu was slightly surprised.

The combined forces from both parties exceeded three thousand in number. Each exuded a powerful aura, the vast majority being experts above the Sixth Layer of the Golden Core Realm.

In a short time, both groups arrived and stopped in front of them.

Tangyu quickly assessed the strengths of both parties; together, they comprised nearly two hundred cultivators of the Zifu Realm, and more than three thousand experts at the Eighth and Ninth Layers of the Golden Core Realm.

“What’s going on?” An Shitong and the others were bewildered, unsure of the situation.

“Hmm?” For the first time, the demon great prince’s expression changed dramatically. He stood up from his grand dragon throne abruptly, his eyes sinister and cold as he gazed in their direction, his face clouded. Clearly, this situation was far beyond his expectations as well.

Tuoba Kui, with grand enthusiasm, laughed aloud: “Brother Tangyu, the cultivators from Eastern Island are here to lend you a hand.”

The South Sea Sect Master also nodded with a smile and said: “I, along with the powerhouses of the South Sea Immortal Sect, are here to assist Brother Tangyu.”

“The Island Master of Green Sea Island, leading the sect’s powerhouses, is here to aid Fellow Daoist Tangyu.” An elder in a green robe also announced. Xiao Yu and four others stood within this elder’s ranks, clearly indicating it was their sect.

Upon hearing this, An Shitong and the others finally reacted, their faces immediately flooded with excitement and exhilaration.

“Haha, Heaven aids our Anyang Empire as well. Haha, Eastern Island cultivators, heroes of the South Sea, and even the most secretive Green Sea Island Sect, have come to support us. This is destiny, it’s Heaven’s will for our Anyang Empire to prevail.” An Shitong laughed heartily, the morale of the Anyang Empire surge once more, and the fighting spirit within everyone’s hearts blazed fervently.

The demon great prince’s face turned even more unsightly.

Di Qi asked: “Master, what do we do now?”

The demon great prince looked at Tangyu with malice: “Impressive tactics, it seems I’ve underestimated you. I didn’t expect you to have such a trump card.”

Tangyu smirked, buoyant: “Mutual admiration is mutual, I didn’t anticipate your command over the demons. But, being the illustrious demon prince you are, commanding the beasts was my miscalculation. Fortunately, Heaven favors me too, thus sending reinforcements from Heavenly Soldiers and Generals, three parties to assist me. How about it, demon prince, do you still refuse to concede?”

“Concede?” The demon great prince laughed sinisterly, a hint of madness flickering on his face: “Do you think it’s possible? Demanding my surrender is an absolute impossibility.”

Tangyu shook his head: “Stubborn to the end, the outcome remains the same.”

Tangyu waved his hand, releasing one hundred and nine puppets from the South Sea Immortal Palace, one of which was a puppet of the Ninth Layer of the Zifu Realm.

Seeing these one hundred and nine puppets, An Shitong nearly jumped in shock. He initially thought only the three parties were assisting, but didn’t expect that his Master had hidden such a powerful trump card, which solidified their position entirely. This instantly brought the number of Zifu Realm on Anyang Empire’s side to over three hundred, posing an overwhelming advantage over the Demon Empire.

The demon great prince’s face showed madness, knowing he was about to lose, yet he wouldn’t easily concede. The lives of these people meant nothing to him; even if they all perished, he wouldn’t blink an eye.