The Heavenly Evil Ancestor led his army of evil spirits in a swift retreat, leaving behind countless corpses of evil spirits.

The alliance suffered heavy losses, with tens of thousands of cultivators killed or wounded, and less than 30% of them were able to continue fighting.

However, the evil spirit army still numbers in the tens of thousands. If they cannot deal with the enemy's experts above the Refining God Realm, the alliance cultivators will face the danger of total annihilation.

The powerful figures from the alliance have all returned.

Du Renjie had several brownish-red patches on his chest, making him look very tired.

The life-or-death battles between Yuanxiang Realm experts are extremely dangerous, and for ordinary cultivators and mortals, they are simply devastating disasters.

"Brother Du, how badly are you injured?"

"No problem!"

Even in the life-or-death battle, Du Renjie did not put away the ice coffin behind him, and the ice coffin was well protected.

The Black Water Demon Bull, shaking its massive head, returned in mid-air, exclaiming loudly:

"Ah, I'm getting old, getting old. If this were ten thousand years ago, I, Old Niu, could have killed two Yuanxiang Realm cultivators all by myself."

"I can't believe it! Now that they're out, they can't even kill a single one!"

Before he could finish speaking, a trickle of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, clearly indicating that he had suffered a serious internal injury.

"Brother Niu, can you hold on for the next big battle?" Lan Hua asked cautiously.

The Black Water Demon Bull glared angrily and snorted, "I must be able to hold on. I've lived for over ten thousand years. Even if I get old, I can still send the other side out first."

Besides, that so-called Heavenly Evil Ancestor was injured even more severely than me!

Black-hearted Tiger, Five-flowered Chicken, Sky-devouring Python, and White-haired Giant Ape returned one by one, their demonic energy surging wildly, all suffering injuries of varying degrees.

Blackheart Tiger cursed, "We almost couldn't even beat a junior. What a disgrace to my tiger clan!"

His opponent was a mutated tiger, hence the saying.

The five-flowered chicken is inspecting its feathers. It was once a very beautiful chicken, but now it has lost a lot of feathers.

"What a damned evil spirit! It's made me look so pathetic!" the Five-Flower Chicken cried out in a high-pitched voice.

Upon further counting of the number of demonic beasts, it was discovered that five of them had perished in this battle.

These are all ancient monsters that have lived for thousands or even tens of thousands of years.

The problem that Lan Hua had been worried about still happened.

A bad feeling rose in his heart; in the battles to come, even more monsters might perish.

"You've all worked hard. Let's go and rest in the Hundred Demon Scroll!"

Lan Hua waved her right hand, and the Hundred Demon Scroll appeared, taking all the demon beasts inside.

Looking at the drastically changed east coast, Fu Shengyuan sighed, "This battle was far more brutal than yesterday's!"

Pan Wendao asked, "I wonder if all the powerful figures on the evil side have come out?"

Lan Hua shook her head. "I'm afraid not yet. At least the Evil Spirit King that the Heavenly Evil Ancestor spoke of hasn't appeared yet!"

Fu Shengyuan said worriedly, "That Evil Spirit King is probably an even more terrifying opponent. I just don't know if he might be a Celestial-level expert!"

"impossible!"

Zhang Xuanmiao said with certainty, "Even if the Death Continent is far away, if a Celestial-level expert really appears, there will be celestial phenomena that the Xuanhuang Continent can still sense!"

Wei Wuji sighed, "To become the King of Evil Spirits, one's cultivation must be at the ninth level of the Yuanxiang Realm, or even at its peak!"

Upon hearing this, a dark cloud seemed to appear before everyone's eyes, and they all lowered their faces.

A Yuanxiang Realm expert is invincible; the alliance has no such supreme expert.

Lan Hua looked north and thought to herself, "Alliance Leader Chen, will you arrive in time?"

Chen Xingnan is in seclusion. If he succeeds, his cultivation will definitely reach the ninth level of the Yuanxiang Realm. If he can come in time, he will definitely be able to restrain the Evil Spirit King.

At night, Lan Hua and Ba Xia sat facing each other by the campfire.

"Brother Hua, what should we do if the Evil Spirit King appears tomorrow?"

Just as she was about to add firewood, Lan Hua paused and sighed, "Let's see if anyone from the Half-Heaven Realm will come again?"

"I'm afraid it's hopeless. A Yuanxiang Realm expert is in seclusion and won't come out so easily!"

Lan Hua sighed, "Then I'll have to go myself!"

Baxia exclaimed in surprise, "Are you out of your mind?"

You're only at the third level of the Divine Refinement Realm. How could you possibly kill an enemy who's a whole realm higher?

If all else fails, we'd better just obediently return to the Half-Heaven Realm!

Lan Hua shook her head. "I still have two trump cards up my sleeve that might actually be able to kill the Evil Spirit King!"

"You're going to rely on a thousand arrows to clear the way?" Baxia exclaimed in surprise.

"That's far from enough. You know about those two trump cards!"

Baxia thought for a moment, then almost exclaimed in shock, "Are you crazy? That would severely damage your cultivation!"

Lan Hua smiled and said, "We can just retake the course. Go to sleep early!"

Deep within the backyard of the Immortal Talisman Sect.

Fu Shengyuan passed through layers of rune arrays and arrived at a secret room.

Elder Yang Chen asked softly, "Sect Master, have you made up your mind?"

Fu Shengyuan nodded slowly, “At this difficult time, we have no choice but to use the talisman left by our ancestor. If we don’t use it now, when will we?”

"If we all perish, what use will this talisman be?"

"The sect leader is right!"

Fu Shengyuan and Yang Chen bowed and paid their respects to the incense table in the secret room.

"Follower disciple Fu Shengyuan, Xuan Yu is in grave danger, and the sect is in grave danger. Therefore, please use this talisman to protect the sect!"

The portrait of the patriarch on the wall flashed with light, and a talisman appeared in Fu Shengyuan's hand.

The talisman was purple, shimmering with a faint purple light.

"Thank you, Master!"

Fu Shengyuan put away the talisman and sighed, "I hope this talisman will be useful in the battles to come!"

The next day, everything was normal on the east coast, and the Alliance found no trace of any evil spirit.

Although no major battle took place, the mood among the Alliance members grew increasingly heavy.

Because everyone knows that once the Evil Spirit King appears, the balance of the world will be disrupted, and death will be all that awaits them.

The people here are alive now, which is no different from waiting to die.

Death is just a countdown.

Day three.

The final battle has finally arrived.

The evil army once again came in a mighty wave, with a number of people even greater than in the last great battle, but the alliance's side only had less than 30% capable of fighting back.

A figure slowly flew to the front of the army. His ugly face was still repulsive, but his sharp eyes shone brightly, as if they could pierce through mountains.

Wearing a cloak, his entire body was surging with black, exuding the aura of an unparalleled overlord.

This person is the leader of the evil spirits, the Evil Spirit King.

Behind him followed a man dressed in black, wearing a hat with a low brim, so that the face inside could not be seen at all.

The Evil Spirit King glared at the six Yuanxiang Realm experts from the alliance, his gaze lingering briefly on Lan Hua before he roared:

"Before I take action, I'll give you one last chance to choose: live or die?"

Fu Shengyuan avoided answering and instead asked, "The Death Continent and the Xuanhuang Continent originally did not invade each other, so why are they launching a large-scale invasion now?"

"To live!" the Evil Spirit King said calmly.

Fu Shengyuan snorted, "We will fight to the death!"

"Then die!"

The Evil Spirit King spoke calmly, then spread his arms wide, and a terrifying surge of Yuan energy spread wildly.

Suddenly, everyone felt an immense force on their bodies. Those below the Danxia Realm fell to the ground, unable even to fly.

As for the ordinary cultivators on the ground, they were directly forced to their knees and wailed incessantly.

Even someone as strong as Lan Hua felt a powerful sense of oppression.

Blackwater Demon Bull's expression changed drastically, "This ugly man is indeed strong!"

The Evil Spirit King glanced at the former powerful demon beasts, a hint of disdain in his eyes, and sneered, "These few nobodies can stop me?"

With a slight clench of his hands, hundreds of ordinary cultivators exploded and died on the spot, while hundreds more rolled on the ground, their faces contorted in pain.

A peak Yuanxiang Realm expert is terrifyingly powerful.

The last time Lan Hua saw such a scene was several years ago when Zi Yue intervened.

"I surrender! I am willing to follow the Evil Spirit King!" a nobody cultivator suddenly said.