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Chapter 11: Battle in the Next Life
"My lord, this person is the First Demon General of the Demon Clan; he must not be spared," Chen Guang reminded.
Lin Feng did not respond to Meng Han immediately. Instead, he turned to Chen Guang and said, "I will handle this matter. You hurry and lead the brothers to eliminate the retreating Demon Barbarians."
"Understood."
Chen Guang took his leave with the others, joining the pursuit of the Demon Barbarian Army.
Lin Feng swung his sword, destroying Heishan's Primordial Spirit and collecting a few drops of his Essence Blood. At this moment, he no longer needed a Medicinal Bath; the Essence Blood was fed directly to the Blood Devouring Cauldron.
With Heishan's Primordial Spirit shattered, he coughed up a large amount of blood. His cultivation was ruined, rendering him no different from an ordinary person.
Lin Feng looked at Meng Han and said, "In the past, when the army intercepted me and the princess, they spared our lives. Today, I will let you and your master leave."
"Thank you."
At Lin Feng's command, the Armored Soldiers parted to create a path. Meng Han hurriedly supported the weakened Heishan, resting one of his arms on his shoulder as they slowly made their way out.
Watching Meng Han's retreating figure, Lin Feng suddenly called out, "Meng brother, do you regret letting me go back then?"
Meng Han paused for a moment before answering without hesitation, "I, Meng Han, never regret my actions in this life."
"Meng brother, we shall meet again."
Lin Feng bid farewell to Meng Han, who left in silence, carrying a complex mix of emotions.
Leading the Armored Soldiers, Lin Feng joined in the slaughter of the Demonic Savage Chaos Soldiers. It was a brutal massacre, with blood staining the earth. The battlefield was merciless, and lives were as insignificant as weeds.
Watching the cruel slaughter, Lin Feng felt a sense of discomfort. He did not like this way of life. If given a choice, he would prefer to live like a wanderer, where battles were personal conflicts between Walkers.
Now, he was tasked with killing these fleeing Demon Barbarian Soldiers, taking one head at a time. What did it matter if they were demons or barbarians? Who among them did not have a family waiting behind?
As invaders, they deserved to die. Yet Lin Feng refrained from striking again.
He quickly found Wind Spirit and discussed the plan to attack Chang'an.
"Spirit, the Demon Barbarian Army is numerous; it’s impossible to completely eradicate them. Even a cornered rabbit will bite. I think we need to march towards Chang'an immediately," Lin Feng said.
"I think so too. The demon race's fate is sealed; recovery is impossible. Instead of wiping them out entirely, let’s leave an opening and kill as many as we can. Let them escape as they wish. What do you think?"
Wind Spirit, having grown up in royalty and accustomed to such scenes of slaughter, remained calm.
"Let it be as you say."
Wind Spirit waved the banner and led the army to slay the Demon Barbarian Army while gradually allowing a portion to escape.
"Break through and create a bloody path; everyone rush out!"
"Don't step on me; we are all demons!"
"At this moment, escaping is the priority. You're my father, but I won't hold back."
"Damn it, can't the ones in front run faster? They're blocking my way to escape. Hurry up, damn it, I'll cut you down if you don't move!"
"…"
As the exit opened, the Demon Barbarian Army rushed towards it in a frenzy. In their desperation to survive, they fought each other fiercely.
On either side of the exit, the allied forces of the Tang Dynasty were not idle either, continuously launching attacks and killing many.
On the ground, corpses lay scattered everywhere, and the air was thick with the stench of blood, making one feel nauseous.
Out of the three hundred thousand strong Demon Barbarians, nearly twenty thousand had been killed or wounded. Only a few thousand managed to escape, with a significant portion being from the demon race—possibly less than ten thousand.
Lin Feng and Wind Spirit regrouped their forces and hurried towards Chang'an for rescue.
At this moment, the Void Battle was also nearing its end. The Demon Lord let out a thunderous roar: "Lin Bai, you self-destructed your body to take me down with you, you madman."
"The day you killed my wife, you sealed your fate," Lin Bai replied.
"It wasn't me who killed your wife; it was Yazun. Are you mistaken?"
"It doesn't matter; prepare to die."
Boom…
A deafening roar echoed, as if the void itself had been shattered. The tremendous sound generated an indescribable pressure that caused nearly everyone beneath it to falter and crawl on the ground.
Only a few powerful figures from the Master Realm, such as Lin Feng, Wind Spirit, Mulan, and Chen Guang, managed to stand firm against the residual force. And this was merely the aftermath of the initial explosion.
Moreover, Lin Feng and the others stood far away from the cave where Lin Bai and the Demon Lord Battle were engaged. One could only imagine how terrifying the power unleashed within must have been.
A weak Primordial Spirit floated down, belonging to the Sword Saint. His physical body had perished in the explosion, leaving his Primordial Spirit in a state of extreme frailty.
"Master."
Lin Feng felt a deep sorrow in his heart and quickly summoned the Blood Devouring Cauldron to catch the Sword Saint's Primordial Spirit.
The Sword Saint's Primordial Spirit was very weak, its light dimmed to the point of imminent extinction. He said, "Lin Feng, deliver a message to Dugu Po for me."
In this lifetime, we cannot battle; I have regrets in my heart. I invite him to fight again in our next life.
"Yes, disciple will remember. Master, let me take you to Yunlu Xian Sect quickly; they might be able to revive you," Lin Feng urged anxiously.
"It's too late." Dugu Po gazed up at the void above.
"It truly is too late."
With those words, a Black-Robed Figure appeared. He wore a golden mask that revealed only his cold eyes.
At that moment, as the Golden Mask Man spoke, Moon City Sword and Spirit Monkey hurriedly retreated into their bodies, seemingly terrified of this Golden Mask Man. Before entering, Spirit Monkey even clutched onto the Blood Devouring Cauldron to hide alongside it.
The Golden Mask Man held an object in his hand, a golden gourd. He looked at Lin Bai and said, "The Demon Lord's Primordial Spirit has already been taken by me; now it's your turn."
"It's you again." Lin Feng glared at the Golden Mask Man with anger.
"Kid, your cultivation is too weak; I'm not interested in you yet. When your cultivation is strong enough, you won't need to find me; I'll come looking for you."
"This arrangement has successfully obtained the Primordial Spirits of both the Demon Clan and the Sword Saint. Not bad, not bad."
The Golden Mask Man opened the golden gourd, chanting incantations under his breath. A beam of golden light surged forth. The golden light possessed a terrifying devouring power, sweeping up the Sword Saint's Primordial Spirit into the gourd.
Seeing the Sword Saint's Primordial Spirit being taken away, Lin Feng couldn't care about anything else. He immediately dispersed the five manifestations and summoned the Moon City Sword. However, the Moon City Sword was unresponsive, hiding within his Sea of Consciousness and refusing to move no matter how much Lin Feng called for it.
With no other choice, Lin Feng transformed himself into a sword. He unleashed the Great River Sword Technique and lunged toward the Golden Mask Man in midair.
"Kid, I've moved on; it's still not time for you to be collected. Go back."
The Golden Mask Man waved his sleeve, and a gust of wind swept through, effortlessly shattering Lin Feng's five manifestations and breaking apart his Golden Armor, sending him crashing to the ground.
Lin Feng spat out a mouthful of blood, nearly losing consciousness. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to rise, shouting loudly in the direction where the Golden Mask Man had departed, "Master! I, Lin Feng, will definitely rescue you!"
"Golden Mask Man, if you dare to lay a hand on my master, I swear that one day I will make you pay with your life!"
The Golden Mask Man did not respond and stepped into the Void, disappearing without a trace.
In Chang'an of the Tang Dynasty.
Chang'an had reached the point of running out of both ammunition and supplies. The responsibility for defending the city fell to the Barbarians, led by the Barbarian King of the Wuta Tribe and the Mokhei Tribe. The Mokhei Tribe also had a high priest who was known for his foundation.
At that moment, the Uncle Emperor of the Tang Dynasty and the high priest of the Mokhei Tribe were engaged in a battle in the Void.
Tang Jiner looked down at the remaining twenty thousand Barbarian troops, while fewer than three thousand Guardians remained within Chang'an. She gazed into the distance, hoping to catch a glimpse of the figure she longed for in her heart.
"This will be the last time we defend the city. Lin Feng, we may never meet again," Tang Jiner said, her face filled with sorrow.
Then she added, "Mo Mo, you should leave. Why stay behind to die for the Tang Dynasty? Our statuses are different."
Kill!
After regrouping, the Barbarians launched another assault on the city.
Tang Jiner had lost count of how many times the Barbarians had attacked and how many rounds Chang'an's defenses had held. The Fifth Divine General at the city gate was too heavily wounded to endure another round.
This time, the Barbarian army broke through the city gates. The Guardians of Chang'an did not fight desperately against them but instead retreated as quickly as possible, hoping to use the trenches to engage in guerrilla warfare against the Barbarian forces.
"The city gate has fallen," Mo Mo said softly.
"Yes, and Lin Feng has yet to arrive," Tang Jiner's gaze shifted away from the battle before her and looked into the distance.
"Even if it's just a distant glance, I would be content."
Unfortunately, fate was unkind; no figure appeared in the distance, no reinforcements came.
Tang Jiner's cultivation had already been exhausted; the fact that she had managed to hold on until now was nothing short of a miracle.
"Mo Mo, are you really not planning to leave?"
"Princess, do you think I still have the strength to leave?"
At this moment, Mo Mo's cultivation was also depleted. With Uncle Emperor gone, the heavy responsibility of battling the Barbarian forces and their General fell almost entirely on Mo Mo and Tang Jiner.
If it weren't for the Holy Armor on Tang Jiner and the Illusion skills mastered by Mo Mo, they would have been drenched in blood long ago.
Now, while they appeared unscathed, in reality, their energy was completely drained.
After the Barbarian army stormed into the city, they were still harassed by the Tang army's City Guards, which left them increasingly agitated.
"People of the Tang Dynasty, surrender! If you do, we will spare your lives."
The remaining fewer than two thousand Guardians were all elite survivors; not a single one begged for mercy to save themselves. They were the backbone of the nation, proud to die for their country.
"Damn flies, eliminate them first."
A bloodied Captain Shen hurried to the tower in the west of the city and reported, "Your Highness, there are barely five hundred Guardians left alive. The general has already fallen. We don't know how much longer we can hold out; please prepare yourself."
Preparation could mean two things: an escape route or self-destruction.
Tang Jiner and Mo Mo exchanged a glance and shared a bittersweet smile before nodding in agreement.
“Mo Mo, do you regret it? I am doing this for the Tang Dynasty, but what about you?”
“I am doing this for you, Sister. In my heart, you are my real sister. If you are in trouble, how can I not care?”
“Good sister. I, Tang Jiner, am truly honored to have a sister like you.”
“To meet the princess is also my honor.”
With that, the two of them formed a seal, preparing to self-destruct along with this city and the Barbarian army, ensuring they would perish together. (To be continued…)
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