CHAPTER 433: CHAPTER 375: WE, THE HUMAN CLAN, DO NOT ASSOCIATE WITH DEMONS.

"You are surrounded!!"

Song Lin’s laughter echoed from all directions.

Swords of light, spells, and magic treasures rained down like a torrential storm,

submerging the demons below.

"Good timing!"

Although unsure of the circumstances, seeing the murderer of his son before him filled the Elephant Lord with exhilaration.

He transformed into an elephant-headed man with a massive trunk resembling a pillar reaching the heavens, sweeping toward the crowd.

At the same time, two tusk-spears on his back grew larger with the wind, slicing through the void with unstoppable momentum, aiming straight for Song Lin’s vital points.

The tusk-spears were innate magic treasures forged from the Elephant Lord’s own tusks,

imbued with unparalleled durability.

As the incoming tusk-spears approached, Song Lin’s gaze remained unwavering, devoid of even a hint of fear.

Clang!

The tusk-spears struck his body with tremendous force, pushing him back half a step, yet leaving him unscathed. Instead, he firmly grasped one of the spears.

Song Lin then slowly exerted his strength.

Crack! Crack!

The tusk-spear emitted creaking sounds as if it couldn’t bear the tremendous force.

Swish!

Ultimately, as an innate spiritual treasure, the tusk-spear wrenched itself free and darted back to the Elephant Lord’s side.

"What kind of demon art is this?"

The Elephant Lord’s face was filled with shock and disbelief.

How could this mortal’s body be so powerful?

"Do it!"

Song Lin issued a sharp command.

The others, upon hearing his order, unleashed their divine skills in unison to engage the battle.

Zhengxin, Yuanbo, Mei Hua, Earth Evil, Heavenly Slaughter,

and the Nine Yang Demons summoned by Song Lin using the North Emperor Black Law.

Compared to these forces, the Yin King, the Second Prince of the Heavenly Turtle Clan, Yunhai, and their allies were clearly outnumbered and overpowered.

"Sigh, no matter what. Victory or defeat will be decided today."

The Yin King, disregarding how his location had been exposed, decided to prioritize taking down the enemy for now.

The fighters intentionally avoided Song Lin and the Elephant Lord.

The two stood gazing at each other across the battlefield.

The Elephant Lord stood motionless in the void, his skin glowing an alabaster hue with a translucent luster.

This was the transformation of the ninth layer of the Divine Elephant Nine Transformations, the Glass Jade Body, representing the pinnacle of the Elephant Clan’s physical strength.

It was precisely this body that granted the Elephant Lord his formidable reputation, making him a force equal to a Primordial Spirit cultivator during tribulation crossing.

On the other side, Song Lin’s body similarly shone with radiant golden light.

The Nine-Transformation Mysterious Skill, granting him an Indestructible Golden Body.

The pinnacle of the Nine-Transformation Indestructible Body, combined with the transformations of the 72 Transformations and the formidable physical strength of the Shebi Corpse.

In ancient mythology, the Shebi Corpse was considered an Ancestor Witch, symbolizing incomparable physical might and an unyielding force.

Originally possessing the Vajra Body, Song Lin, now imbued with the strength of the Ancestor Witch, was akin to a ferocious beast described in the Classic of Mountains and Seas.

Both sides recognized the overwhelming strength of each other’s physical bodies.

Boom!

Simultaneously, the two charged at each other.

Fists collided.

Boom!

An invisible shockwave dispersed in all directions.

The ground within a hundred-mile radius heaved as if struck by an earthquake, sending men and horses sprawling.

Crack!

The Elephant Lord’s expression changed drastically. A tremendous force surged through the point of impact, fracturing his forearm.

How could this man possess such a powerful body?

How could a human’s physique surpass his own to this extent?

"Break for me!"

Yet, as a demon with a tenacious body, the Elephant Lord’s injured limb rapidly healed. Roaring, he unleashed a tremendous force to counterattack.

Bang!

The counterforce sent him flying backward.

Seizing the opportunity, Song Lin pressed his advantage.

He transformed into 72 avatars.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

In a mere instant, the 72 avatars pummeled the Elephant Lord back and forth like a ball, repeating the act over a thousand times.

Fortunately, the Elephant Lord’s sturdy build saved him; if it had been anyone else, they would have disintegrated under such an onslaught.

Song Lin, who had achieved mastery with the Nine-Transformation Indestructible Body and ascended to the Fire Tribulation stage, was nearly invincible within the tribulation crossing realm.

Perhaps a Thunder Tribulation Cultivator adept in Binding Techniques could restrain him somewhat.

"Damn it!"

The Elephant Lord’s eyes burned red with anger and astonishment. For one who had always prided himself on his physical strength to be so thoroughly battered was a humiliating reversal.

"Get out of my way!"

Boom!

The Elephant Lord’s body expanded to a height of a thousand feet, engulfed in wind, fire, and lightning. Twirling his two tusk-spears like wheels, he hurled them at Song Lin, creating two spinning rings aimed to slice him apart.

At the same time, a storm of wind, fire, and lightning rained down from above.

"Tsk!"

Song Lin sneered disdainfully.

Boom! Boom!

The storm of spells shattered 71 of his avatars, yet his true body evaded the tusk-spears easily, dissolving into a puff of green smoke.

Ordinary physical attacks were insufficient to harm him.

Only a Primordial Spirit cultivator harnessing the laws of spells stood a chance of penetrating his defenses.

After dozens of exchanges,

the Elephant Lord visibly fell into a downward spiral.

For a demon specializing in physical strength, once their body was restrained, defeat was inevitable.

Boom!

Song Lin, in his Three-headed and Six-armed Dharma Body form, delivered a devastating punch, slamming the Elephant Lord into the ground.

"Elephant Lord!!!"

The Yin King cried out in horror.

He attempted to summon the Netherworld Yin Demon at his side for assistance, but in the next moment, he was surrounded by the Nine Yang Demons again.

Slash!

The Emperor Sword pierced through his dharma body with one strike,

and with another strike, it impaled his chest, nailing him ruthlessly to the ground.

"This sword... is for all living beings!"

Blood splattered onto Song Lin’s face as the time-infused power of the Emperor Sword accelerated the Elephant Lord’s aging process.

The surrounding demons were paralyzed with fear.

To witness the Elephant Lord slaughtered as though he were merely a chicken was inconceivable.

One sword stroke after another,

each strike driving the Elephant Lord closer to his original form—a giant elephant, weak and near-death.

The Elephant Lord glared venomously at Song Lin, laughing coldly:

"Even if I die, don’t think you’ll have peace..."

Boom!

Before he could finish, he was tossed into the Furnace of Eight Trigrams by Song Lin and obliterated.

Whoosh!

With the Elephant Lord’s death, the remaining demons fled in a panic as Song Lin advanced toward Yunhai, who was locked in combat with Yuanbo.

"Long time no see!"

Song Lin spoke with a soft chuckle.

Yunhai’s Evil Power Eye was entirely ineffective against him, as the Shebi Corpse’s body nullified the Mountain Carrying Power.

Slash!

"Spar—!"

Yunhai’s plea for mercy was cut short by a sword piercing his chest, leaving him utterly lifeless.

"Apologies, but there won’t be a second chance this time."

After slaying Yunhai, Song Lin shifted his gaze toward Chuu Yuying in the distance.

Boom!

In the blink of an eye, he was by her side, delivering a punch that sent her flying until she disappeared as a mere dot on the horizon.

Judging by the force of that blow, Chuu Yuying’s prospects for survival seemed grim.

He then proceeded to kill the Second Prince, leaving only one foe remaining:

The Yin King.

"Yin King, you colluded with demons. You deserve a thousand deaths!"

Song Lin declared as he flew forward, enumerating the Yin King’s crimes.

This time, the evidence of the Yin King’s collusion with demons was irrefutable.

Song Lin intended to crush him utterly, ensuring he would never rise again.

"Collusion with demons? Hmph, my only regret is not being able to kill you!"

The Yin King, recognizing his fate, remained defiant.

Nine Yang Demons, Nine Sons Ghosts Mother, Divine Intent Brightness, Emperor Sword... The array of tribulation-crossing divine powers at Song Lin’s disposal was overwhelming.

The Yin King lamented that Song Lin had seen through his spells; otherwise, the Donghua Jungle would have been either annihilated or severely crippled.

Boom!

At the critical moment, a golden light pierced the sky, and a massive golden hand descended from the heavens.

This was the divine skill of Tianhe.

"Ha, Tianhe, you came at the perfect time!"

The Nine Yang Demons and the accompanying Yin Demons cackled in unison.

The Nine Yang Demons merged with the Yin Demon, forming a colossal entity 3,000 feet tall—half enveloped in fiery crimson, the other in icy frost—with golden eyes and horns: the Yin Yang Demon.

Their palms collided, unleashing radiant bursts of light that rippled across the land.

With quick reflexes, Song Lin used the World in the Pot to retrieve his comrades,

while his own body withstood the shockwave, even finding an opening to approach the Yin King.

The golden light and blazing flames consumed the demons; they were evaporated on the spot, while grass turned to ash and soil to molten lava.

Amid the boundless flames, a hand reached out to seize the Yin King.

"Heavenly Master!"

The Yin King exclaimed in ecstatic relief!

The Heavenly Master had come to rescue him.

But before he could celebrate, a chill ran through his chest.

Glancing down, he saw a golden sword.

The Yin King turned his head in disbelief, only to meet Song Lin’s frosty gaze.

"I told you—no one escapes."

Song Lin grinned coldly.

With Yunhai and the Yin King slain, Tianhe’s key confidants had fallen.

Meanwhile, the enormous hand from the Yin Yang Demon shattered under the blazing golden light.

Peace returned to the heavens and earth.

Song Lin surveyed the scorched earth and fell silent.

The death of the Elephant Lord marked the end of his clan.

This tribe, which had dominated through sheer physical might, ultimately could not withstand the perfected Nine-Transformation Mystical Technique of humankind.

For the Donghua Jungle, this was an exhilarating victory.

What did it signify? It proved that human mystical techniques far surpassed the innate gifts of demons.

The Human Clan was not inferior,

but instead, they could overwhelm the demons in their strongest area and utterly annihilate their clans.

"This story must be widely publicized," Zhengxin said with a smile.

Although they had killed the City Lord and the Holy Might Forest Taoist, this was a minor issue.

In such battles, the victors are justified, and who would bother speaking out for those who colluded with the demons?

"Indeed, it must be publicized."

At this moment, Zhonghuang Zi descended.

"What do you think, senior?" Song Lin asked.

"I’ve given my all in this battle. After this retreat, I will undoubtedly break through to the Primordial Spirit stage."

Zhonghuang Zi was beaming. At full strength, he’d held his own against a Primordial Spirit-level strike and still had the energy to decimate his foes.

"The enemies are dead, but the remaining demons are still alive. Troops must advance until all demons are exterminated."

Song Lin gave his orders.

The group immediately set off.

Returning to the jungle’s main hub, Song Lin recalled one individual:

The person he had sent flying across the sky, Chuu Yuying.

If not for Chuu Yuying’s intelligence, victory for Donghua Jungle was a certainty, though the complete annihilation of the enemy might have been less assured.

However, what puzzled Song Lin was why she refused to join him.

He sensed Chuu Yuying’s intentions but had only sent her flying out of consideration.

People have their aspirations, and he wouldn’t force anyone.

Not far away, Chuu Yuying climbed to her feet, battered and bruised.

Song Lin’s measured force had not harmed her vital body.

With a wry smile, Chuu Yuying took off toward the direction of the Holy Might Taoist School.

The collusion between the Taoist School and demons weighed heavily on her conscience, prompting her to notify Song Lin.

But she had no intention of defecting to his side.

In essence, the two were still enemies.

The Donghua Jungle could not accommodate someone like her either.

The reason for her actions was simple—she couldn’t bear to see such an exceptional magical vein destroyed by demons.

It was all for the greater good.

Today, Chuu Yuying truly stood on the side of humanity. The Human Clan’s overall well-being outweighed the rule of any one family or power.

Not to mention, Tianhe was nothing but a despicable imposter who had assumed another’s identity.

At this moment, someone appeared in her path.

An old Taoist with a weathered visage.

Seeing him, Chuu Yuying instantly halted.

"Why?" Tianhe asked.

A boundless, oppressive aura swept forth.

Dark clouds blotted out the sun, and ghosts and gods loomed in the skies.

Chuu Yuying let out a bitter laugh; she hadn’t expected her actions to still be discovered.

Facing the overwhelming murderous intent, she stood tall, her gaze resolute.

"I am of the Human Clan and will not consort with demons or evil beings!"

Boom!

An evil ghost descended upon her.

...

All demons across Donghua were annihilated.

Ten days later, the demon crisis in Wu Country concluded with the intervention of the Heavenly Master.

Among the highlights was Song Lin, who killed 250,000 enemies and wiped out the Elephant Clan.

Following this battle, apart from the Eldest Prince’s domain, the other fiefs visibly lagged behind the Crown Prince’s faction.

The fiefs had undeniably lost on this front.

While members of the Taoist Alliance harbored complaints, they couldn’t voice objections given the clear evidence of collusion with demons.

The Spirit Treasure Celestial Master, however, remained indifferent.

Song Lin’s annihilation of the Elephant Clan further elevated the Celestial Master’s appraisal of his abilities.

In the upcoming arena battles for succession, Song Lin’s strength undoubtedly ranked among the top five.

Though the fiefs had suffered major losses, perhaps they could regain ground during the arena battles.

If they could orchestrate an early elimination of the Crown Prince’s faction, ideally placing the Crown Prince last while putting the Spirit Treasure faction first, the Emperor’s successor would still be the Eighth Prince.

Thus, the deaths of members from the Holy Might Taoist School were of little concern to the Celestial Master.

Song Lin remained unaware of these external matters; at the moment, he was convening with his peers to discuss rewards for their meritorious contributions.