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Although Zuo Dao could hold his own against Eighty-Five, the Twelve Holy Sons had not yet reached their full potential, leaving everyone feeling uncertain. Tiger Soul was also aware that the recently emerged Eight Vice Principals were undoubtedly legendary figures from the Demon Clan.
However, he did not understand why they had appeared on the battlefield. Moreover, the Supreme Academy had not responded for so long, which made him anxious. All he knew was that those within the Supreme Academy had arrived, but they were being delayed by the enemy. Regardless of whether they came or not, it no longer affected him.
After adapting to the gravity of the Magic Field, Yan Zhen and the others began to seek opportunities for counterattack. A golden humanoid phantom appeared behind each of them.
Though not very clear, there was still a faint aura of celestial elegance that could be discerned. The immortal is revered above all Saints; strength is the only truth across all eras.
No matter how chaotic the magical energy or demonic aura became, he remained unperturbed.
Yan Zhen was not an impulsive person. Although he had experienced numerous battles in the Great Star Domain, this current situation was entirely different.
They needed this battle to achieve a breakthrough. This was something Zuo Dao had already agreed upon with them; the ultimate purpose of this battle was training. If the Eight Kings were to learn of their intentions, they might very well faint from anger.
The Starry Battlefield had no distinction between day and night, while the Magic Field formed a completely dark space. This was the current situation for Yan Zhen and his companions; however, cultivators could perceive things even in darkness. Yet it seemed that the Magic Field had compressed their Spiritual Awareness to a certain extent.
The main defense fell to Do Not Delay and Teng Chong, with most of the attacks being intercepted by Do Not Delay. He was undoubtedly the first line of defense, yet even so, Teng Chong felt immense pressure.
The attacks from the Demon Clan were exceedingly bizarre and relentless. The eight demonic shadows outside the formation opened their gaping maws, constantly devouring Zodiac energy. If it weren't for the formation's extremely strong Yang energy, they would have been completely consumed by now.
Simultaneously, one demonic creature after another was summoned from the void by the Demon Alliance, each flashing blood-red eyes filled with ferocity and brutality.
The methods of the Eight Kings varied but fundamentally belonged to darkness and extreme Yin energy. The treasure of Sitting Forgetting Five was crafted by Zuo Dao through Heart Refinement and possessed excellent properties against such demonic creatures; not to mention Yan Zhen's Great Guardian Sword.
When drawn, it repelled all evils; its radiant sword light swept across all Monsters and Demons like a blazing sun. The eight demonic shadows shrieked in terror as they dodged the light of the Great Guardian Sword as if encountering their nemesis.
For if any part of them were struck by its light, they would be utterly dissolved and unable to regenerate.
“Celestial Artifact!”
The Eight Kings gasped in shock and retreated hastily.
Only in this realm did Zuo Dao realize how precious Yan Zhen's celestial sword truly was. However, he could not comprehend why there would be Celestial Artifacts on Moling Star, and not just one.
Even Sacred Artifacts from this realm could not inflict such severe damage on their true forms; combined with the sword's power, there was no other possibility than that it was indeed a Celestial Artifact.
The battle seemed unnecessary now. The Saint Child wielded the Celestial Artifact, and even if he wasn't fully realized, the power generated in conjunction with it was beyond their capacity to resist. Moreover, the Celestial Artifact had the ability to counter the Demon Clan.
Only their king could possibly defeat the opponent.
Behind them, the densely packed Demon Army began to stir. The masculine energy of the Great Guardian Sword made them feel uncomfortable all over. Although the sword was still in Yan Zhen's hands, the aura it emitted instilled a sense of fear deep within them.
Originally, Yan Zhen's realm was insufficient to wield the Great Guardian Sword. However, during the Moling Star event, he had already gained recognition from the sword's source. Now, he only needed to elevate his realm further, but he didn't need to control the sword's inherent power. As long as he swung it, the sword would naturally unleash a force that resonated with his intentions.
This echoed Zuo Dao's saying: The broader one's heart, the greater the sword's power.
The Eight Kings felt an immense weight on their hearts. Were they about to witness a repeat of what happened with the Saint Child years ago? Although this generation's Saint Child had not fully matured, possessing a celestial sword as a weapon made him no weaker than the fully realized Saint Child of old.
At the same time, they felt a bitter taste in their mouths. After fighting for tens of thousands of years, they still hadn't conquered this Star Domain and might end up being annihilated by their opponents. This left them at a loss for words.
Only they knew the true circumstances. Although the fully realized Saint Child had been severely injured by the combined forces of the Demon Clan's king and had created a batch of Demon Kings and Monster Kings using Holy Blood, that Saint Child had also left behind a contingency plan. The Holy Blood they had received was cursed by him. Any Demon King who had undergone transformation through the Saint Child's Holy Blood would explode upon entering the Great Star Domain.
Unfortunately, by the time they discovered this issue, it was already too late; all of the Saint Child's Holy Blood had been used up. During that battle when they surged into the Great Star Domain like a tidal wave, several kings perished on the spot.
It should be noted that at that time, they had only cultivated over twenty kings using Holy Blood. By the time they entered the Great Star Domain, one-third of them had already fallen. With no kings remaining, all of the Demon Army that charged into the Great Star Domain was slaughtered by their opponents' experts.
In the end, they could only withdraw and establish a treaty prohibiting both sides' kings from appearing on the battlefield. At that time, it was because humanity's top powers were not very strong while the Demon Clan's top powers could not enter the Great Star Domain, creating a stalemate. Humanity could not counterattack while the Demon Clan could not invade.
Eventually, the Starry Battlefield became a place for both sides to train and select talents. Although it seemed somewhat cruel, both sides' higher-ups understood that only such a place could foster a new generation more quickly and effectively.
The Magic Field exploded violently, revealing more than ten figures within.
Zuo Dao immediately knew his senior brother had drawn his sword; he had caught sight of that Dao Sword light flashing through the Magic Field earlier.
Demon Cube had blood oozing from his mouth—a foul-smelling blood resulting from backlash when breaking through the Magic Field. Simultaneously, he was invaded by a Pure Yang Energy.
The Twelve Disciples reappeared before everyone on clouds, but Do Not Delay and Teng Chong looked somewhat disheveled. After all, most of the attacks were borne by them; Teng Chong fared slightly better with his Guardian Shield while Do Not Delay would likely have been spitting blood if not for Zuo Dao’s soft armor.
The Eight Kings were not weaklings; each king’s attack possessed enough power to shatter mountains and sink stars or moons. Even with formations to mitigate damage, it was still somewhat strenuous for both of them due to their significant disparity in realms.
Yan Zhen remained silent, stepping onto the cloud and crossing out of the formation. His sword pointed directly at his opponent, and his intent was clear.
A challenge, a challenge from Red Fruit.
Only in such circumstances would Yan Zhen reveal this kind of dominance; it was uncertain whether it was influenced by the celestial sword or simply his nature.
Zuo Dao did not attempt to stop Yan Zhen, for he knew that once his senior brother made a decision, not even ten dragons could pull him back.
The Seven Unruly Disciples were about to step forward when Zuo Dao's voice transmission pulled them back.
Teng Chong and Ping approached Yan Zhen, patting him on the shoulder in silence before returning to Zuo Dao's side. The Yan Sisters merely exchanged a glance before flying back to Zuo Dao as well.
Seeing this situation, the Eight Kings could not help but hold a certain respect for Yan Zhen. Although they were adversaries, the Demon Clan respected strength above all else, and they honored powerful beings regardless of their race.
"Demon Cube, Demon Lord, Demon Alliance, Mo Jie."
"Yao Yu, Yao Tian, Yao Duo, Yao Guang."
"Yan Zhen."
It was only at this moment that they learned each other's names; this was not mere politeness but a respect shared among the strong. Regardless of Yan Zhen's current realm, his ability to fully control a Celestial Artifact alone elevated him to a kingly status.
It should be noted that in the entire Great Star Domain and Starry Battlefield, there was not a single Celestial Artifact. Even these demon kings and monster kings still wielded Sacred Artifacts. The lesser ones used ordinary magical tools or Demon Artifacts, equivalent to human spiritual tools or treasures.
The Demon Clan did not experience historical fractures like humanity because their methods of inheritance differed. As long as there was one member of the demon race present, they could fully absorb the experiences of their predecessors upon reaching a certain realm.
Yan Zhen stood independently in the void; this battle was one he requested himself and could also be seen as a demand from the celestial sword. At this moment, he and the sword were one, exuding an immense battle intent. The cloud beneath him transformed back into Holy Aura surrounding his head.
Within this halo, Yin Yang Fish swirled as streams of black and white energy seeped into Zuo Dao's body. This was the unique Saintly Aura of Saint Aspect; if it weren't for Yan Zhen and the others having too low a realm at this time, they might have directly impacted their way to becoming Saints.
No king dared to look at this Cultivator before them; it wasn't just the Holy Aura behind his head but also the celestial weapon in his hand. Either one alone was enough to command their utmost respect.
Usually, the Eight Kings would prefer not to engage with someone like him, but now the situation had escalated to a point where battle was unavoidable.
"Fight!" The Demon Cube was the first to strike, as countless demonic figures appeared in the starry sky, struggling and roaring as they charged toward Yan Zhen.
Within, Yan Zhen saw the souls of innumerable Human Cultivators, imprisoned within the bodies of demons, transformed into demonic souls that served as a means of attack. The three Demon Lords—Da, Tong, and Jie—also made their move, unleashing a torrent of demonic shadows that revealed even more souls of Human Cultivators who had undergone Demonization.
Yan Zhen couldn't help but grip his sword tightly; he was furious.
He had always possessed a heart for protection, and the actions of the Four Demon Lords had struck a chord deep within him. Although he knew of the demons' deeds, witnessing it firsthand evoked an entirely different feeling.
A roar of grief and anger erupted from his mouth.
"Ah..."
A more powerful force erupted within him. If he was to protect, he must be invincible; only by being invincible could he safeguard everything he wished to protect.
Zuo Dao had not anticipated that his senior brother could achieve a breakthrough under such circumstances.
A higher level of protection—invincibility.
Yan Zhen's heart for invincibility surged violently, vowing to annihilate the four great lords before him.
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