The tide of people dispersed, yet the blood sun remained, leaving behind a mountain of corpses.
After a brief rest, Xu Xian leaped onto the rim of the bowl and glanced at the people inside the bone bowl.
With a careful count, there were over thirteen hundred of them.
Though not perfect, Xu Xian figured he had captured everyone worth catching.
After all, during the battle that had just passed, anyone with even a modicum of strength had charged forward quite fiercely.
As for those who slipped through the net?
Forget it.
If they hadn't fallen into his hands by now, it was simply their good fortune.
He was weary.
Xu Xian didn't want to continue any longer.
He just wanted to bring all of this to an early end...
Having no heart to clean up the battlefield, Xu Xian lifted the bone bowl with one hand and led Chi Ji down the slope, treading across the corpse-strewn battlefield.
If one was going to put on a show, one had to go all the way.
The act still had to be performed.
He had to find Lu Yuan and stage a play for these people to see, and for the whole world to witness.
The trouble he had caused this time was truly a bit too large; the Wendao Sect could not take the blame for this. Only the Demon Abyss could carry this burden...
In any case, the reputation of the Demon Abyss had always been poor; that Black Sand Desert was a living example.
As the saying goes, once you have enough lice, you stop worrying about the bites.
Suddenly, his foot, stepping on a pile of corpses, was grabbed by something. Xu Xian instinctively paused and looked down, seeing a gore-stained palm gripping his ankle.
Xu Xian frowned slightly. "Are you a man or a ghost?"
But in the next second, his brow furrowed even deeper in utter confusion.
"What the hell?"
The person on the ground exerted strength in his hand and struggled to lift his head. With a savage gaze looking upward, he said haltingly:
"Niu Batian, a disciple of the Zhijian Hall of the Wendao Sect... has come specifically to slay the demon... Surrender and you shall be spared!"
With a thud, the person on the ground and Xu Xian both looked to the side at the same time.
They saw Chi Ji standing there, holding a blood-stained club in her hand.
The atmosphere became somewhat eerie...
The person on the ground only felt his head grow very heavy and cursed, "Sneak attacking me... despicable..."
Then his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground.
Xu Xian's throat bobbed as he looked at Chi Ji, then at the unconscious man on the ground. "What are you doing?"
Chi Ji was made a bit unsure of herself by Xu Xian's reaction, thinking to herself that she might have hit the wrong person.
Surely not.
She said weakly, "Hitting someone."
"Why did you hit him?"
"Am I not allowed to?"
Xu Xian fell silent. She even hit one of his own people. But on second thought, he was currently Bai Mang, not Xu Xian.
Fortunately...
He was only unconscious, not dead—just a mild concussion.
He lifted the unconscious lad with one hand. With a person in one hand and the bowl in the other, he continued forward.
"Let's go."
Chi Ji was completely bewildered, feeling that Bai Mang was acting quite strangely.
She uttered an "Oh!" and jogged to keep up.
Along the way, Xu Xian complained to the little book spirit, "This kid is really dishonest. How did he sneak out? I didn't even notice the sword aura on him..."
"Lu Yuan is strong enough, but his competence is lacking. He couldn't even handle a small matter like this..."
Listening to Xu Xian's complaints and grumbling, the little book spirit reminded him, "Master, do you think there's a possibility that this kid is that missing corpse?"
Xu Xian paused. "Hmm?"
The little book spirit continued, "When we were collecting the bodies earlier, wasn't there one missing? Don't you remember?"
Once the little book spirit said that, Xu Xian actually did remember.
And honestly, it was quite possible.
Still, was this kid's luck really that great? He didn't get killed while alone, and even after diving into the crowd to 'slay the demon,' he still hadn't been killed?
Xu Xian looked out of the corner of his eye at the youth in his hand, scanning him several times before muttering, "If that's really the case, this kid is quite the talent."
"Hmph!"
"By the way, what did he say his name was?"
"Niu Batian."
Xu Xian scoffed, "That name sounds extraordinary at first listen. In the future, he'll definitely be someone..."
Leading Chi Ji away, they didn't encounter a single soul along the way. Those who had retreated had long since avoided that pillar of light the moment they saw it from afar.
Although there was still one day left and the ten days of slaughter hadn't ended, the legacy of the Emperor's Tomb already had a master.
Contend?
With what would they contend?
They had accepted their fate and compromised...
These final hours should have been the most intense time of competition, yet at this moment, the entire Emperor's Tomb was eerily quiet.
And this was not the calm before the storm.
It was truly over.
Everyone knew the curtains had closed.
In truth, it should have ended two days ago, before this universal crusade against the demon, but they had refused to believe in such a thing.
The result?
The favored children of every sect, family, race, and tribe had all been captured, leaving behind a hundred thousand corpses and a sea of blood.
The living beings hid in various corners of this wasteland, their expressions dazed, yet their eyes were constantly focused on that pillar of light.
They only did so to observe his movements, lest they accidentally bump into him.
Waiting.
They only hoped now that time would pass faster, just a bit faster, so they could leave this hell.
Yes.
They only wanted to go home now.
The scenes of the past played on loop in their minds; the figure of Bai Mang was inescapable.
In the eyes of the people were despair and fear; at the mere mention of Bai Mang, everyone's expression shifted.
In certain corners, discussions about him still existed, though they were much quieter than before, even if they were far away from that pillar of light.
Yet when they spoke, they were still very quiet, as if they were on guard against something, fearing that Bai Mang might be able to hear them.
"What is he going to do now?"
"Who knows."
"Is it really over just like this?"
"What else? Do you still want to try and snatch it?"
"No, no, no, I've given up. He's simply not human. He can't be killed..."
A million people trying to slay one man, a bloody battle for two days, leaving behind a hundred thousand corpses... With what could they possibly compete against such an existence?
In this burial ground, at this very moment, Bai Mang was no different from a god to them.
"Sigh... The young lord was captured. How will we explain this to the tribal chief when we go back?"
"We can only hope he doesn't harm the young lord..."
The only thing they were worried about now was whether their own 'geniuses' would die at Bai Mang's hands.
Of course, there were also those who wished Bai Mang would just slaughter them all.
Xu Xian deliberately approached the territory of the Wendao Sect.
The people of the demon race also left their camp, following from a distance under the leadership of Lan Zhan.
They didn't dare get too close, fearing that if the Young Lord became enraged, he wouldn't distinguish between friend and foe.
But they also didn't dare get too far away. They thought that at a time like this, they had to let the Young Lord know they were there and were on his side.
And that they supported him.
Lest the Young Lord leave the Emperor's Tomb and tell the demon gods that while he was fighting a bloody battle, they were merely watching.
After all.
Before setting out, the elders of the tribes had exhorted them more than once to ensure the Young Lord's safety at all costs, for he was the hope of the demon race.
Especially the heavenly demon race.
Clearly, they had managed it at the beginning, but later... they had chickened out.
But they couldn't be blamed for that.
Who could have expected the Young Lord to be so ruthless, offending the entire world?
In the camp of the Wendao Sect, the disciples who had previously been watching the spectacle also became nervous.
"This is bad."
"That man is coming for us..."
"What do we do?"
"Fight him..."
They were certain that Bai Mang was definitely going to make a move against them.
Someone suggested retreating to avoid his sharp edge.
Someone suggested fighting him... but how to avoid his edge?
However, most people suggested defending their position and reacting to changes as they came.
If he came, they would fight.
If he didn't come, then so be it.
Perhaps...
It was just a coincidence?
Xu Xian still came to a halt before reaching the Wendao Sect's camp.
The crowd from the Wendao Sect let out a sigh of relief.
But the hearts that had just settled soon hung in suspense once more.
Zhang Yang said, "This is bad. This madman really is coming for us."
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