Zhou Mu's pupils contracted slightly, and a chill ran through his mind.

Before he could react, the 100,000 demon soldiers, who appeared as if by divine intervention, unleashed a powerful demonic aura that spread outwards at a visible speed.

Any spirit beasts or plants touched by the demonic energy turned into nothingness after making a hissing sound, revealing the most primitive yellow earth.

"One hundred thousand demon soldiers..."

Feng Qitong took a deep breath. As the young master of the Demon Clan, he naturally understood what this meant.

His incompetent father once said that 50,000 well-trained demon soldiers could kill a martial artist at the level of an emperor.

Even if there are greenhorns in the demon army who have only seen a few battles, they can still kill the Demon Emperor when outnumbered several times over.

In other words, even if the 100,000 demon soldiers were all new recruits who had never been on the battlefield, they could still perfectly complete this mission. This is enough to show that the great wizard really wanted to kill Jiang Jinyu here at all costs.

Even if the Dragon Clan were to send a top-tier, Emperor-level warrior to protect Jiang Jinyu in the face of the tense standoff between the extraterrestrial demons and the Nine Provinces Continent, that Emperor-level warrior would still be unable to protect Jiang Jinyu completely, given the deployment of 100,000 demon troops.

They really did make thorough preparations.

Upon hearing this, Feng Qitong's expression instantly turned cold.

My whole body felt as if it had fallen into an ice cave.

After taking several deep breaths to calm himself down, he looked coldly at Jintian and said in a chilling tone, "Did you mobilize an army of 100,000 with my father's permission?"

Jintian smiled calmly and said sarcastically, "Do you think it matters whether there's an imperial decree or not at this point?"

"Does that mean there's nothing left?" As if she had caught a glimmer of hope, Feng Qitong's eyes brightened at this moment.

But then, Jintian poured cold water on his hard-won hope, "Do you think I didn't consider these things before I came? The Great Wizard severed all contact with the Nine Provinces Continent after I came out. Unless you can return to the outer realm immediately, no one will listen to you even if you shout yourself hoarse."

"In the Demon Clan, who is the clan leader? Does your so-called Great Wizard really think he can control everything?" The light in Feng Qitong's eyes vanished instantly, his face turned ashen, and he chuckled heavily.

"There's no point in discussing this now, just prepare to die."

As Jintian's words suddenly turned cold, a fierce gust of wind swept by. Above the demonic clouds, the demon army standing in mid-air let out a heavy roar, then stomped their feet, and a boundless killing intent surged out instantly. The mountains and rivers shook, the sun and moon were reversed, and a deafening roar filled the air, as if it were the end of the world.

Zhou Mu's pupils narrowed, and he exhaled a breath of turbid air. When he looked at everyone again, his gaze was filled with sorrow.

"Gentlemen, I'm afraid we really have to..."

He was unwilling to say those words.

But some things, even if you try to avoid them, you still have to face them.

For Zhou Mu at this moment, it seems that he has truly reached the end of his rope.

At this moment, Feng Qitong took a step forward, her white robes fluttering, and a graceful longsword shot out from behind her, like a long snake coiling left and right.

At this moment, Feng Qitong exuded the heroic spirit of an ancient swordsman.

Stroking the familiar longsword, Feng Qitong's eyes softened.

The sword is the blade of the heart; it can be used to kill or to protect. The choice between killing and protecting often lies in a single thought.

Jiang Jinyu liked him practicing swordsmanship, saying that his heroic posture when practicing swordsmanship was particularly majestic, fulfilling all of Jiang Jinyu's fantasies about swordsmen.

So he devoted himself to his studies and has now achieved some success.

However, if he were to use a sword, it would mean revealing his true strength.

Once exposed, the consequence would be that he would be unable to establish himself on the continent of Kyushu. It is likely that after separating from Jiang Jinyu, they would never see each other again in this lifetime, which could be considered a true separation of life and death.

Jiang Jinyu saw through Feng Qitong's intention and subconsciously took a step forward, getting closer to Feng Qitong. Her clear eyes were filled with tears, making her look pitiful and lovely, like a willow swaying in the wind. She looked incredibly endearing.

Feng Qitong was about to speak, but the next moment she choked up with a sob.

"Alright." Seeing this, Zhou Mu sighed. "It hasn't come to that yet. Don't worry, with me here, I won't let anything happen to you."

Although it was just the words of a Xuanling Realm martial artist, they undoubtedly had a very good calming effect on everyone at this moment. Perhaps in everyone's eyes, Zhou Mu had already played the role of the backbone.

Under the eager gazes of the crowd, Zhou Mu stepped forward and faced the earth-shattering attack head-on.

In Jintian's view, this scene was particularly ridiculous. A mere Xuanling Realm martial artist trying to stop an attack that was powerful enough to destroy a Great Emperor was simply delusional and overestimating his own abilities.

With a wave of his hand, the demon army roared, and layers of powerful demonic energy surged out, transforming into a giant black blade that slashed down from nowhere.

In an instant, the sonic boom ripped through the entire space, and as a brilliant flash of light streaked by, crackling sounds followed, like landmines exploding out of thin air.

hiss!

Everyone was utterly horrified by what they saw.

High above in the sky, when the attack appeared, Zhou Mu felt a sharp pain on his skin, as if someone were pricking him with needles.

At this moment, even the simplest breath is extremely difficult.

"Brother Mu, let me handle this. You all run away quickly..."

Feng Qitong was still worried about Jiang Jinyu's safety, but at this moment the little girl was nestled in his arms, her pitiful and aggrieved appearance was simply melting his heart.

call!

Zhou Mu let out a deep breath, then turned to look at everyone and said, "Who said I can't do it?"

Regardless, at this moment, one must maintain a strong presence and at least not lose face. As the male protagonist of the novel, one naturally possesses the protagonist's aura, and usually, a powerful figure will come to the rescue at this time.

Therefore, he only needs to wait patiently.

However, judging from that earth-shattering attack, it seems he doesn't have much time left.

Although it was very unethical, he knew clearly that at this moment, he was essentially playing the role of a mascot.

A mere Xuanling Realm cultivator is utterly ineffective; it's like a mantis trying to stop a chariot—utterly vulnerable.

Without the system's assistance, he was no different from ordinary martial artists.

splash

Just as Zhou Mu was filled with despair, a dazzling golden light suddenly appeared. The next moment, the golden light dissipated, and a figure stood in front of Zhou Mu.

It was Han Fei, whom I hadn't seen for a long time.

Then another meteor flew in from afar, its momentum so powerful it was like a fleeting glimpse of a startled swan.

As the light faded, Blackie's figure was revealed to everyone.