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The Mechanics Students were also filled with passion. The greatest wish of all the students at the Mechanics Academy was not to sit behind the scenes orchestrating plans, but to charge into battle. They had grown weary of a mundane life and did not want their fervor to be dulled by it.
However, every word and action of theirs affected the lives of tens, hundreds, or even thousands of people, forcing them to bury this desire deep within their hearts.
This time, they could completely cast aside all concerns and unleash their fury on the battlefield. All the members of Squad entered a frenzied state. If it weren't for that sliver of clarity in their hearts, if it weren't for the resilient spirit forged through long-term arduous training, and if it weren't for the existence of the Twelve Holy Sons.
All Human Cultivators heard the shouts of the Mechanics Students. On one hand, they were shocked by their bravery; on a larger scale, it was due to the presence of the Twelve Disciples.
Tiger Soul shot a fierce glance at Zuo Dao. "It doesn't matter if we die. If anything happens to the Twelve Holy Sons, you will be humanity's sinner." With that, he turned and summoned his War Department.
All members of the Tiger Soul War Division subsequently received orders for a death struggle, yet none felt any resistance; instead, their morale soared.
The spirit of the tiger was born for battle; when had they ever needed the students from the Machine Institute to charge ahead?
Yao Qingmu keenly caught one particular term: Saint Child?
The human side had once again produced a Saint Child? This was undoubtedly significant news. The last time a Saint Child appeared, Yao Qingmu was still a demon, struggling at the bottom. In that battle, the human Saint Child reached full maturity and single-handedly routed the Demon and Monster Clans, with countless demons and monsters slain, including several demon kings. It was that battle that shaped the current situation in the starry sky.
Humans were powerless to counterattack while the Demon and Monster Clans were unable to launch an offensive, turning the Starry Battlefield into a great grinding stone that obliterated countless lives. Ultimately, it was only through the combined efforts of both races' Great Demon Kings that they managed to severely injure each other's Saint Childs. By then, however, they had already suffered heavy losses.
Yao Liu Er San San and Magic Shock also heard the words of the Mechanics Students. They exchanged glances and understood that this battle held no hope for survival—only death awaited them. Sure enough, at that moment, a wild roar echoed above the Demon War Division.
"Burn blood into immortality, kill!"
The voice carried an air of authority, driving all demons and monsters who heard it into a complete frenzy.
The Mecha Squad was already caught in a bitter battle, each member wounded, with some even coughing up blood while laughing as they severed their opponents' heads.
Yan Zhen and the five others did not withdraw from the fray despite the Mechanics Student's words. Instead, they formed a profound formation, standing apart. No demons dared to approach them; every demon that came near was turned to ash by an unseen force before it could even touch them.
Finally, one student, exhausted and unsteady, collapsed to the ground, and countless Demon Bees surged forward, eager to tear him apart and devour him.
The Twelve Disciples moved. When the Mechanics Student was in danger, the Twelve Disciples unleashed a thunderous assault. Where they passed, there was nothing but void—no blood-soaked scenes or chaotic cries.
In calmness, destruction erupted; in tranquility, death occurred.
Yao Qingmu's eyes narrowed into pinpricks at this sight.
This was the power of the Saint Child! So formidable, absolutely inhuman. It was no wonder that the Great Demon King and the Dark Lord had to join forces. If this was what a Saint Child who had yet to fully mature could do, what would happen if one reached full maturity? At this thought, a chill shot up Yao Qingmu's spine.
They must kill—kill thoroughly and completely. They could not allow this Saint Child to grow.
At that moment, Yao Qingmu no longer concealed his presence and stepped out from the void. He had already transmitted news back through secret methods; all that remained was to see how things unfolded. If he could slay the opposing Saint Child, all would be well; otherwise, death awaited him too.
The Blood Burning Immortal Formation finally clashed with the Twelve Holy Sons.
Having been passed down for millions of years, although the essence of its mid-stage had been lost, it remained one of the most renowned killing formations of ancient times.
Countless beams of blood light flickered above the Great Formation, mingled with resentment and murderous intent that seemed to infect the hearts of those who beheld it. Aside from the Mecha Squad and the Twelve Disciples, members of the Tiger Soul War Division began to experience hallucinations.
As Zuo Dao sensed the emergence of the Blood Burning Immortal Formation, a powerful wave surged within him—a mix of unrelenting pain and hatred alongside a hint of schadenfreude. He realized it was his Celestial Soul within that stirred to consciousness. This feeling had been deeply buried in his bones since ancient times and could not be shaken off.
Zuo Dao felt neither aversion nor agreement towards the situation. Anyone would be somewhat displeased if an alien will arose within them, but success or failure stemmed from it. What Zuo Dao needed to do now was to go with the flow; it wasn't that he was unwilling to fight, but rather that the time wasn't right.
The appearance of Yao Qingmu did not surprise him; it was just that the current circumstances gave him a headache. The exposure of the Twelve Disciples made the development of War increasingly unpredictable. Time was of the essence for Zuo Dao and his companions. They faced two possible paths.
First, they could retreat from the battlefield while the enemy still had limited forces.
Second, they could completely annihilate the opponent in a short time.
Both options had to be executed swiftly. If they delayed too long, reinforcements would arrive for the enemy. He could guarantee that he and a few others from the Twelve Disciples would be safe, but thousands of passionate Cultivators would perish here. Worse still, this battlefield would become a massive meat grinder, claiming countless demons and Human Cultivators alike.
He did not believe that Supreme Academy had failed to notice the disturbances here. This place would not merely become a localized battlefield; it would turn into a singular slaughterhouse on the Starry Battlefield.
Thus, he unhesitatingly chose the second option: to wipe out the enemy completely.
The Twelve Disciples were trapped by the Blood Burning Immortal Formation. Although their lives were not in immediate danger, they could not be relied upon in the short term.
Zodiac was a formation created by Zuo Dao, whimsically named... yet it suited its purpose well. It was grand and imposing, radiating righteousness.
Zodiac was inherently linked to the constellations. The Seven Unruly Disciples primarily cultivated stellar energy and could further harness its power. The senior brothers and sisters needed no additional help; combined with the treasures provided by Zuo Dao, their combat strength was at least equal to, if not greater than, that of the Seven Disciples.
A blazing, piercing light gradually took shape within the Zodiac Twelve Palaces.
Its might could sweep away all darkness in the world, and its force could shatter this land. However, countless demons continued to charge forward relentlessly, using their own flesh and blood to enhance the power of the Blood Burning Immortal Formation.
The will of the Twelve Disciples remained steadfast as they fought fiercely against the demons who were undaunted by death. The battle was brutal, but this brutality was relative only to the demon side; what demons lacked were these low-level cannon fodder. Moreover, at this moment, these cannon fodder were among the elite of the Demon Clan on the entire Starry Battlefield.
Yao Qingmu's heart was bleeding. Every War Department, every Squad was the result of their hard work. If this battle ended in defeat, it would be a severe blow to their Vitality. Rebuilding such a scale would require even more time, manpower, and resources.
Yet, even if all were to perish, he was determined to take down the enemy's leader. Yao Qingmu had given orders to every demon from the depths of their souls and Bloodline.
As the Mecha Squad charged forward, they were saved by the Tiger Soul War Division. At that moment, Yao Qingmu had no time to concern himself with them. The Saint Child was among those twelve; as long as they could annihilate this Squad, the remaining Cultivators of humanity would pose no threat.
What he did not expect was that the Saint Child was not just one person but twelve. Had he known this fact, he would have surely turned and fled, for this was beyond his control.
The area around them gradually turned red with blood. Although it was their first collaboration, under the influence of the Great Formation, they moved as one, executing their actions with remarkable fluidity.
The Organic Students witnessed this scene and, despite their injuries and exhaustion, attempted to rush forward but were stopped.
"Why aren't you going to save the Saint Child? Please!" Their voices were filled with tears and heart-wrenching pain. Dozens of cries echoed—first one, then two, then many more. Yet the Tiger Soul War Division remained unmoved.
"You traitors! You sinners! Are you really going to watch the Saint Child die?" a student shouted in despair.
Zuo Dao stepped forward from the crowd of students.
"First, heal your wounds!"
"We don't need your false sympathy! If you care at all, go rescue the Saint Child yourself," the students retorted. "Don't worry about us."
"Just focus on healing yourselves first; only you can plead for the Saint Child," Zuo Dao sighed. "But the cost will be very high; it’s up to you to decide."
"As long as we can save the Saint Child, what does it matter if we die in the process?"
"Is there a greater price than death in this world?"
The words of the students surfaced one by one.
"Alright, then let's heal your injuries as quickly as possible. Brother Jiang, you help out too." Among the students, Jiang Yuqi was more familiar than Zuo Dao. Once they made a decision, it was irreversible. The nature of opportunity often carried a deadly intent; any student who denied themselves would be struck down by the Dao.
If it weren't for the fact that this group from the Mechanics Academy was more suited for battle, Zuo Dao wouldn't want them to continue fighting. However, in order to resolve the conflict swiftly, he had no choice but to make such a decision.
At that moment, Yao Qingmu also joined the fray. With his involvement, the power of the Blood Burning Immortal Formation surged dramatically. The title of Demon King did not carry the same empty prestige as that of a human Cultivator; it was an identity forged by absolute strength.
Yan Zhen had no choice but to wield his immortal sword after Yao Qingmu joined. He was immediately locked onto by the opponent.
There he was—the Saint Child finally revealed his true form. As Yan Zhen struck, the tactics shifted; it turned out that the pressure the Zodiac Twelve Palaces could withstand had suddenly increased, especially for Yan Zhen, who became the primary target of the enemy.
At times, the opponent even had opportunities to injure one of the Twelve Disciples but chose to forgo them, preferring instead to complicate matters for Yan Zhen rather than seize that chance.
Another attack came—a deafening sound with no way to evade. The Twelve Disciples braced themselves against a blow from the Blood Burning Immortal Formation.
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