Time passed quickly, and the mundane days eventually came to an end.

Three days after Diefang and the others reunited, sounds of battle erupted outside the Xin'an community.

His killing intent soared to the heavens, and his momentum was overwhelming.

It was as if to declare their determination, as if they were ready to die for their cause.

Looking down from the city wall, the sight of soldiers and horses, a dense, imposing mass, evokes a sense of despair.

Is the difference between them several times? No, it can no longer be described as a difference; it's a chasm, an insurmountable barrier.

There are far too many, and far too few people in Xin'an.

So few that even a single elf might have to face a hundred or even hundreds of people to withstand them.

It was obvious... after their discussions, the three clans each contributed all of their military strength.

This was merely low-level combat power; as for the True Immortal level combat power that influenced the entire battle, Bai Chen felt even more hopeless...

Above the massive, dark mass of people were figures with the strength of six True Immortals. Without a doubt, they were the two True Immortals that the three races had eliminated.

It should be noted that in Xin'an, there are only two spirits at the True Immortal level, while the other elders are only at the Immortal level.

In this battle... Bai Chen could not see a single chance of survival.

Diefang and the others slowly walked onto the city wall...

So many...so many enemies.

A third of them were actually demons with strange shapes and black mist wrapped around their waists.

There are countless Nascent Soul cultivators, hundreds of those undergoing Tribulation Transcendence, nearly a hundred Lower Immortals, and more than twenty Middle Immortals.

They couldn't imagine how earth-shattering the fight would be, or how long their Xin'an could hold out.

The gap between the two sides is... too big.

Bai Chen knew that their alliance was not unbreakable, and that they each harbored their own ulterior motives, but the difference in numbers had already caused a qualitative change.

She couldn't see the future, and even doubted that even if reinforcements from the Human King's Palace arrived, they might not be able to report back to Xin'an.

Their three clans undoubtedly possess the strength of half an elven race. The other half consists of their Xin'an tribe and those remote and scattered small tribes. However, this half of the elven race's strength is undoubtedly capable of sweeping away any tribe.

Bai Chen clenched his fists instinctively.

The six enemy True Immortals didn't give them much time to think before unleashing their overwhelming power.

"Don't hesitate, come out and fight! Or perhaps... you're planning to surrender?"

The voice was distant yet chilling; it was a true immortal speaking to them.

Diefang endured the six figures shrouded in blinding light. This trial... was truly immense.

The next moment, countless figures of the opposing side flew into the sky, behind the six beams of light.

Upon sensing the presence of the immortals, there were one hundred lower-level immortals, twenty-seven middle-level immortals, and six true immortals at the very front.

Among them, there are two True Immortals of the Demon Clan, eight Mid-level Immortals, and nearly thirty Lower-level Immortals.

This is the combat power that Yuanfeng and Shen agreed to in exchange for the demon clans providing tens of thousands of elven girls, totaling more than two hundred elven girls.

Neither of their races currently has enough elf girls with mixed bloodlines, so they are all hoping for Xin'an... hoping for those elves who are capable of reproduction.

The terrifying aura almost made Diefang suffocate.

She understood perfectly well that even if she and her four fellow disciples could withstand the attacks from those below the level of immortals, the real battleground that would determine the outcome would still be the battles at the level of immortals.

On the other hand, Xin'an has thirty lower-level immortals, ten middle-level immortals, and two true immortals.

The ten mid-level immortals were some older spirits from Xin'an who had lived for many years.

gap……

Not only Diefang noticed it, but Wenxin and the others also realized it.

Is it a situation where defeat is inevitable...?

Such trials... even if you give it your all, it's all meaningless!

Diefang couldn't help but turn her head to look.

The Xin'an elves seemed to completely ignore the terrifying aura, advancing with determined expressions.

Several elves couldn't help but glance back again and again...

It touched Diefang's heart.

They turned back not out of fear, but as a final farewell to their hometown, a resolute acceptance of death, their eyes revealing tenderness, reluctance, and... their last emotions.

A situation where death was certain...

Still no one is scared and runs away...

Why is this? The difference between elves is so great. Some are licentious and greedy, while others are law-abiding, steadfast, and loyal.

Xin'an... They wanted to devour this outcast Xin'an, just as a beautiful lotus flower cannot exist in a filthy swamp; they wanted to pluck this lotus flower.

Is the night trying to devour the last glimmer of light within the Elven race...?

This war, destined to fail, was actually imbued with so much significance...

Fighting for a better future...

Hmm... Let's fight for a better future.

Diefang snapped out of her daze and looked at Wenxin and the others beside her.

Above them, a powerful aura suddenly erupted.

It was Bai Chen who led Linglong and all the immortal-level combatants in the Xin'an community.

Diefang and the others looked at each other.

Even when faced with a seemingly insurmountable gap in their chances, they couldn't help but laugh.

Trust...trust each other, and the legendary miracle will happen...

Diefang's aura continued to rise. Although she only had the cultivation of a Nascent Soul cultivator, she was vaguely more terrifying than an ordinary Tribulation Transcending expert.

Wenxin's sword intent soared into the sky with unparalleled ferocity.

Xin Yu's magical power rippled around her body with her breath.

Xiao Fangying held a sword in one hand. Although it was not as sharp as Wenxin's, it was still dazzling to the enemy.

So... are you all ready?

If you're ready...

Then let's go and crush the Heavenly Emperor and shatter them!

...

A white-haired beauty sat gracefully at the table, on which sat a cup of bright green tea, its fragrant aroma soothing and invigorating.

If Xin'an falls, it will be considered her breaking her promise. She will lose the chance to taste the fragrant tea with such rich aroma again, as well as an old friend she has known for a long time.

"Could you please go now, Xiao Hei? I think they won't be able to hold out for much longer."

"no problem……"

...

On both sides of that enormous city wall, the fighting spirit of both sides had reached its peak.

The terrifying pressure and the overwhelming momentum—this was an epic battle that would shock the entire world, a battle comparable to the human race's sword domain war!

They will surely be recorded by the world, and they will surely... use the entire stage to reach... the whole world.