Lin Jingxing dared not be careless. He condensed the Dragon Flame Sword again and engaged in a fierce battle with the demon leader. The golden dragon flame collided with the black demonic energy, and violent energy scattered everywhere. The surrounding cultivators all avoided the aftershocks of the battle between the two.

On the other side, Luo Qingyang also encountered a demon at the peak of the Dao Proving stage. He held a white jade whisk, white threads of which were wrapped with spatial power, like a nimble venomous snake.

They relentlessly targeted the demons' weaknesses, each silk thread leaving a bloody mark on the demon's body, displaying complete control.

Xiao Chen's gaze fell on a demon in the early stage of the Dao Proving Realm, who was wielding a bone knife.

While chasing and slashing at a rogue cultivator in the late stage of the Dao Inquiry realm, the rogue cultivator's left arm had been slashed, blood was flowing freely, and he was about to lose his life under the bone knife.

Without hesitation, Xiao Chen charged forward, wielding his ordinary iron spear. He deliberately slowed his pace, feigning a struggle with the demon: the spear aimed at the demon's throat.

The attack was blocked by the demon's bone knife; then it was thrust at the demon's chest, but the demon dodged it again, making it seem like a "back and forth" exchange, revealing no sign of true strength.

Seeing that Xiao Chen's strength was "mediocre," the demon's eyes flashed with contempt. He swung his bone knife at Xiao Chen's shoulder, wanting to quickly finish him off before chasing after the rogue cultivator.

"Right now."

A cold glint flashed in Xiao Chen's eyes. He no longer concealed his intentions. His iron spear suddenly accelerated, like a viper flicking its tongue, precisely avoiding the bone knife, piercing through the demon's defenses, and fiercely stabbing into its heart!

"Well……"

The demon's body stiffened, his eyes filled with disbelief. Black blood flowed from the tip of the spear, and his body slumped to the ground, completely lifeless.

"Thank you so much for saving my life, fellow Daoist!" The injured rogue cultivator hurriedly stepped forward, cupped his hands in thanks to Xiao Chen, and his face was full of gratitude.

"No need to be polite. We're all fighting against the demons, so we should help each other." Xiao Chen sheathed his iron spear, nodded to the rogue cultivator, and turned to run towards another cultivator who was being besieged by demons.

Instead of challenging the high-level demons, he continued to conceal his strength and help the weaker cultivators, thus avoiding attracting attention and reducing casualties in the team.

Not far away, Stone was also wielding a spiked club, wreaking havoc. He smashed a horned demon in the late stage of the Dao Inquiry realm to death with one punch, and then smashed the head of another bone spike demon with another club.

Seeing Xiao Chen helping others, he also went over and swung his spiked club at the demons who were besieging the cultivators, helping them out of the predicament.

The battlefield situation gradually became clear. Without the cover of the black mist, the demons' sneak attack was ineffective, and the cultivators, led by Lin Jingxing and Luo Qingyang...

The fighting spirit grew stronger. Although the demons had powerful physical bodies, they couldn't withstand the large number of cultivators, and the presence of geniuses to restrain the high-level demons meant that the battle was developing in a direction favorable to the cultivators.

As Lin Jingxing fought the demon leader, his gaze occasionally swept over Xiao Chen. Seeing that Xiao Chen was merely helping low-level cultivators kill weak demons, his doubts lessened slightly.

If it's Xiao Chen from Misty Valley who can fight Luo Qingyang, his strength is definitely not this much. It seems I was overthinking things.

Little did he know that Xiao Chen was deliberately concealing his strength, waiting for the moment when he truly needed to make his move.

This chaotic battle with the demons is just the tip of the iceberg in the border war; even more dangerous crises await them.

Lin Jingxing fought for dozens of rounds with the demon leader who was at the peak of the Dao attainment stage, and the golden dragon flames around his body had already burned to their limit.

Sweat streamed down his face, but he dared not relax for a moment. The demon's physical body was stronger than expected, and ordinary attacks could not hurt its vitals at all.

"We can't afford to waste any more time!"

A resolute glint flashed in Lin Jingxing's eyes. He suddenly roared, and his spiritual power surged wildly into his right hand:

"Cloud Dragon Palm!"

Golden spiritual energy condensed into a dragon claw even larger than before, the flames on the claw almost solidifying.

With a force that could "rip the heavens and shatter the earth," it slammed down hard on the demon leader's chest!

"Hmph, the same trick again, you think you can hurt me?"

The demon leader snorted coldly, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and black demonic energy swirled around them, forming a thick shield, clearly intending to take the attack head-on.

"Bang—!"

The dragon claw slammed into the shield, and golden flames exploded instantly. The black demonic energy sizzled as it was burned, and the shield trembled violently, but it still did not break.

The demon leader's lips curled into a mocking smile. Just as he was about to retaliate, his pupils suddenly contracted. Lin Jingxing's figure had vanished the instant the dragon claw exploded!

"not good!"

Just as the demon leader was about to turn around, a sharp aura attacked from behind.

Taking advantage of the dragon flame eruption as cover, Lin Jingxing used the Lin family's secret technique, "Dragon Soaring Step," to instantly teleport behind him!

"die!"

Lin Jingxing's Dragon Flame Sword condensed once more, its scorching edge flashing as he thrust it towards the demon leader's heart without hesitation!

"Pfft!"

The Dragon Flame Sword pierced through the demon leader's scales without any resistance, striking its heart! Golden flames surged into the demon's body along the blade, instantly scorching its internal organs.

"Ugh—!"

The demon leader let out a shrill scream, his body convulsed violently, black blood gushed out from the sword blade, and his aura dissipated at a visible speed.

Lin Jingxing abruptly drew his Dragon Flame Sword, turned to avoid the splattering blood, and only breathed a slight sigh of relief when he saw the demon leader collapse to the ground.

On the other side, Luo Qingyang's battle with the demons at the peak of the Dao-proving stage was also nearing its end.

Luo Qingyang held a white jade whisk, surrounded by pale purple spatial fluctuations. White threads, as if alive, continuously coiled and cut, sealing off all the demons' escape routes.

Although the demon was physically powerful, it could not get even half a step close to Luo Qingyang. Instead, it was cut by the silk threads, leaving deep wounds that revealed the bone, and its black blood had already soaked through its scales.

"The Secret Technique of the Flowing Cloud Dao Sect - Shattering Void Blade!"

Luo Qingyang's eyes turned cold. He flicked his whisk, and dozens of white threads suddenly condensed, transforming into a transparent blade containing the laws of space. It slashed towards the demon's neck like lightning!

"Whoosh!"

A transparent blade sliced ​​through the air, and the demon's head fell to the ground with a thud, black blood gushing out, and the corpse collapsed heavily to the ground.

Luo Qingyang put away his whisk and gently wiped the bloodstains from his sleeves, his expression calm, as if he had only resolved a minor matter.

Lin Jingxing looked around the battlefield. The surviving cultivators were clearing out the remaining demons. The corpses of cultivators and demons lay scattered on the ground, the stench of blood and stench of mutton mixed together, making people want to vomit.

A sense of helplessness welled up in his heart—although they had won the battle, they had paid a heavy price; at least 30% of the cultivators had perished here forever.

"Everyone, take a short rest and treat the wounded..."

Just as Lin Jingxing was about to give the order, he suddenly sensed three terrifying auras approaching from afar. He abruptly looked up into the distance, his pupils contracting sharply.

On a distant mountaintop, three figures slowly emerged. They were covered in black scales, and the horns on their heads were thicker than those of the previous demons. They were surrounded by dense black demonic energy, and their aura was as vast as the sea. They were all at the Creation Realm!