The East Desolation Beast Swarm

Upon hearing this, one of the beast sovereigns asked tentatively, "Your Eminence, isn't that... a bit of an exaggeration?"

Talents emerged in every generation across the world. To claim a race would face extinction because of a single person seemed overly alarmist.

Hong Yue tilted her red lips slightly. Her beautiful eyes seemed to be glazed with a layer of gray as she said in a sinister tone, "Heh... you are more than welcome to disbelieve me."

That beast sovereign sensibly shut his mouth. Hong Yue's meaning was already self-evident.

She wanted Xu Xian dead.

Naturally, they also felt that Xu Xian had to die, and they did not deny that now was the most opportune moment.

It was often said that geniuses were the most likely to die young. That was because the easiest time to kill a genius was before his wings were fully fledged.

If they waited for him to grow, he would become another Ye Xianyu, another Lei Yunche, or even another Yun Zheng. When that time came, never mind killing him—simply not being targeted by him would be the greatest of fortunes.

Furthermore, the current situation was that Xu Xian was leading the sword cultivators of the Wendao Sword Sect to hunt the demon race in the Demon Suppression Abyss. If they didn't blunt his edge, the auspicious beast would likely have nothing to do with them.

Another beast sovereign asked, knowing the answer, "We are ignorant. We ask for Your Eminence's instructions."

Hong Yue's voice was chillingly cold as she repeated herself. "I said, have your clansmen kill him. At any cost."

The beast sovereigns exchanged glances and responded one after another.

"Understood!"

"Understood!!"

Hong Yue closed her eyes to focus her spirit, her slender fingers tapping on the throne. She said in a languid tone, "Then why are you still standing there? Go. Do it while it's broad daylight, lest delays breed trouble."

The eight sovereigns said nothing and quietly withdrew.

Just then, the first rays of the autumn morning sun fell, slowly crawling across Hong Yue's face. Her red hair was as brilliant as a raging fire.

She narrowed her phoenix eyes into slits, staring at the great sun in the sky as she murmured to herself.

"It's getting more and more lively."

"The East Desolation hasn't been this lively in a long time."

She took a deep breath. The scent of blood in the wind stimulated her brain. She showed an unprecedented look of intoxication and smiled obsessively.

"This is the smell... the fragrance of blood."

"It's better if more die. Use fresh blood to awaken my race's bloodlust and reconstruct the glory of the past..."

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The messengers of the eight tribes' beast sovereigns departed one after another, informing their fellow tribesmen of Hong Yue's intent.

Between the beast sovereigns, discussions were inevitable. Although many expressed dissatisfaction with Hong Yue's attitude, their final decision was surprisingly consistent with hers.

They would gather all combat power below the eighth stage from the eight tribes to crush and kill the Wendao Sword Sect's Little Grand-Uncle, Xu Xian, at any cost.

Inside the Demon Suppression Abyss, the beast emperor experts of the eight tribes, upon receiving the orders, used their unique methods to quickly recall all clansmen within the abyss. They congregated outside Spirit Elixir City.

"The Clan Elders have ordered: stop searching for the auspicious beast! Use the full power of the East Desolation to hunt down Xu Xian at any cost!"

The gathered demons were in an uproar, everyone talking at once.

"We're not looking for the auspicious beast?"

"Who is Xu Xian?"

"Who else could it be? It's that beast who can use the Green Lotus Sword Song. He killed so many of our brothers last night!"

"Right! Let's get him! We should have done it long ago."

"I'm going to skin him alive!"

"Count me in! He has bullied us beasts too much!"

These beast emperors and beast kings had been beaten into a scurrying mess by Xu Xian's group the previous night, suffering quite a loss. They had a belly full of frustration with nowhere to release it.

If the other side hadn't been sticking together in such numbers, they would have wanted to have a proper showdown long ago.

Originally, the various tribes of the East Desolation had their own schemes, each wanting to find the auspicious beast and take the lead. They didn't respect one another and competed in secret, making it difficult to gather together.

Now, it was different. The Clan Elders had given the order.

The eight tribes would cooperate to hunt Xu Xian. Anyone could figure out with their toes that this must be the intention of the one from the Divine Moon Pool.

Moreover, with the experts of the eight tribes gathered, the number of beast emperor level experts alone was no less than several hundred. The beast king stage was even more numerous, plus some fifth-grade sapient beasts who had developed intelligence.

Even before they had all manifested their true forms, they were already a dense, black mass. To say there were millions of lions would be an exaggeration, but to call them a massive army of thousands was no overstatement at all.

Furthermore, among them were the demon geniuses of the eight tribes, each a famous figure in the current East Desolation.

That Xu Xian was powerful, and it was true he was accompanied by dozens of seventh stage sword cultivators. But as the old saying goes, two fists are no match for four hands. They truly didn't believe that with so many demons, they couldn't beat them. Even if those cultivators from the Central Plains joined in, they wouldn't be afraid.

Thus, their fighting spirit was high, and beast roars shook the heavens inside and outside Spirit Elixir City.

Even from a great distance, the human cultivators deep within the Demon Suppression Abyss heard the commotion. Their hearts trembled with fear and their eyes filled with wariness.

Atop the walls of Spirit Elixir City, a distinguished leader among the demon emperors took advantage of the high morale, manifesting his true form as large as a mountain. He let out a long howl toward the sky and roared, "Charge in! Crush those despicable humans!"

The other demon emperors and beast kings also manifested their true forms, roaring incessantly.

"Kill them all!"

"Crush them!"

"For the tribes, fight until the final chapter!!"

Beast roars echoed like thunder, and the swarm of beasts moved like a tide, blotting out the sun. With bared claws, they headed straight for the depths of the Demon Suppression Abyss.

In an instant, there were land beasts and birds of prey. Goshawks with wings that blotted out the sky, great birds covered in fire, Mountain Lords with thunderous roars, and pythons as thick as pillars. Great apes, giant elephants, gray wolves, qingluan... of all sizes and forms, a black mass like a bursting flood sweeping through the Demon Suppression Abyss.

The earth trembled. The mountains and rivers shook. Dust billowed into the sky. A mournful wind swept over everything.

Wherever they passed, they were unstoppable. The sun and moon seemed to change color. Such momentum was no less than a charge in an epoch-defining war.

At this moment, never mind the human cultivators deep in the Demon Suppression Abyss—even those standing atop the dilapidated high walls of the Demon-Slaying City could see a black shadow pressing down upon the world.

Inside the Demon Suppression Abyss, human cultivators were briefly stunned before fleeing in haste, not daring to face the brunt of the assault. As they retreated, they didn't forget to curse.

"Dammit! The demon race has gone mad!"

"Is this the main force of the monsters from the East Desolation attacking?"

"It's all the fault of those idiots from the Wendao Sword Sect. They pushed them too far, and now they want a fight to the death!"

"Are we going to fight?"

"Fight my ass! If you don't run, are you waiting to be crushed?"

"The Wendao Sword Sect caused the trouble, let the Wendao Sword Sect fix it! Isn't that Xu Xian supposed to be amazing? Let's see how amazing he can be now!"

Whether they were disciples of the Three Sects, the Hundred Schools, or the Thousand Sects, their first reaction was to run. After all, the enemy's momentum was truly terrifying.

They hadn't come here to actually risk their lives; they were here to gain advantages. Rather than engaging in a grand, bloody battle with these demons, they preferred to conserve their strength and sit back to watch the tigers fight, profiting from the middle.

As for those on the walls of Demon-Slaying City, whether they were cultivators of the Wendao Sword Sect or other demon hunters, they were mostly kept in the dark, each of them confused.

"What on earth is that?"

"It seems the demon race is truly going to risk their lives."

"Madness! Everyone's gone mad!"

Tension and panic quietly grew and spread inside and outside the city. The clamor never ceased!