In the starry sky, several waves are approaching Earth.
This wave of energy, carrying devastating power, broke through the atmosphere and finally landed on the throne in the southern city.
The aura of the demon god emanated from the throne, instantly enveloping the land for millions of miles and impacting the soul of every life in the southern city.
The demonic fetus was completely corrupted, devoid of any intelligence. Even those with extraordinary opportunities, such as the Rat Eater and the Lucky Pig, were reduced to mere ripples in the tide of demonic transformation.
With a deafening roar, the source of the battlefield seemed to come alive, eager to challenge the throne in the sky.
"They've finally arrived!" Ning Yanlan's gaze pierced through the layers of dark clouds and she saw the Demon Lord in the sky.
The Demon Lord was not the grotesque figure with three heads and six arms that one might have imagined. On the contrary, he had the same facial features as a human man. If there was any difference, it was the pair of curved horns on his head.
"I didn't expect the source of this battlefield to have reached the peak of the Spirit level!" The Demon Lord did not get off the throne, but his voice resounded throughout the entire South City.
As the Demon Lord's voice faded, the entire South City transformed into a hellish arena, with countless demonized beings merging into the beast tide and beginning their assault on the city.
Originally, it was these people who used the blood of the demon god who were supposed to resist the beast tide, but now that they have turned against us, the defenses of the South City are practically non-existent, and any slightly decent attack is easily crushed.
"Brother Yuan, is it true that if we can hold out for 24 hours, the crisis in Nancheng will be resolved?" Little Fatty asked.
His focus wasn't on the strength of the Demon Lord, but on surviving the calamity. He had no idea how terrifying the Demon Lord's power was.
"Let's go. Since we've chosen to stay, we have to face everything!" Jiang Yuan knew there was no going back now, and he could only resolutely face everything.
"Brother Yuan, we'll fight however you tell us to!" Little Fatty looked completely obedient.
Jiang Yuan did not refuse, but said, "The three of you, plus Ning Yanlan, will each lead a regiment from the Oath to resist the beast tide. Although it is a dead end, you must do your best!"
"good!"
After Xiaopang and Lengyue finished talking, they left, while Liu Zhaodi tiptoed and kissed Jiang Yuan before hopping away.
“Myriad Realms Origin Dragon, you said I could borrow the power of the source. Can I borrow it at any time?” Jiang Yuan’s gaze fell on the World Pulse.
“That’s right, as long as you activate the Battle Soul Imprint!” The Myriad Realms Origin Dragon perked up, seemingly very interested in Jiang Yuan’s changed attitude.
"good!"
Jiang Yuan left a single word and hurriedly departed. He knew the consequences of using the source power: he would become increasingly ethereal, eventually becoming a complete battlefield spirit.
Becoming the Soul of the Battlefield means that he has sacrificed everything to the battlefield, and he will no longer be himself! There is no Jiang Yuan on this battlefield, only the Soul of the Battlefield suppressed for eternity.
The power of the source is not enough to defeat the Demon Lord. In fact, even if he used the power of the source, he could only barely survive and ensure that the source was not destroyed. As long as the source of the battlefield still belongs to the human race, the future battlefield will be much more friendly to the human race.
Jiang Yuan flew to the Throne Demon Lord in his Battle Soul Imprint and finally used the detection ability of the Heavenly Eye.
"Heh, so you're the War Soul this time!"
Before the detection results came out, the Demon Lord's voice came through. Jiang Yuan's closeness could not be hidden from him at all.
Jiang Yuan's expression was solemn. He looked at the extraordinary Demon Lord in front of him and felt a sense of awe, just as mortals are born with the awe that gods should have.
"The battle spirit has already reached the peak of the spirit level before it has even begun to integrate. It seems that the variables in this final battlefield are not to be underestimated!" The Demon Lord did not rush to attack Jiang Yuan, but instead chatted with him with great interest.
With the help of the Battle Soul Imprint, the Heavenly Eye finally detected the opponent's strength.
Ninth stage of the Divine Transformation Realm!
"You are the one who should not be underestimated. Don't you think it's overkill to trouble a ninth-stage Nascent Soul Realm demon god to destroy our city?" Jiang Yuan sneered.
What is the concept of the ninth stage of the Divine Transformation Realm? The Spirit Realm is divided into the Void Spirit Realm, True Spirit Realm, and Heavenly Spirit Realm, while above the Spirit Realm is the Divine Realm, which is a more complete transformation, and is further divided into the Profound God Realm, Supreme God Realm, and Divine Transformation Realm!
To compare with the people Jiang Yuan knew, the master of the inheritance he received, Sun Moon Saint Lord, was at the ninth level of the Divine Transformation Realm. However, Sun Moon Saint Lord was even more powerful. He was invincible in this realm and even comparable to a top demigod.
And now, such an existence has descended upon Nancheng, a city with hardly any True Spirit Realm cultivators, which is undoubtedly a great mockery.
"This is the inevitable ending!" The Demon Lord stood with one foot on the throne, looking at Jiang Yuan with an arrogant and unrestrained air.
At this moment, Jiang Yuan finally saw the Demon Lord's appearance. Unexpectedly, the Demon Lord was not as ferocious as he had imagined. Instead, he was exceptionally handsome, with an indescribable evil in his domineering expression.
"I know why you came here, but as long as I live, you won't succeed!" Although Jiang Yuan was unwilling, he still had a sense of racial righteousness in his heart.
"Interested in playing a game?" The Demon Lord looked at Jiang Yuan with a smile, his eyes filled with a strong sense of amusement.
"Not interested!"
Jiang Yuan shook his head directly.
"You're quite the player!" The Demon Lord grinned after saying this, and then continued, "We'll use the South City as our battleground and these ants as our pawns. If my demon army destroys your human race within twenty-three hours, then you lose, and you'll have to hand over ownership of the War Soul to me!"
"What if the Demon Army loses?" Jiang Yuan asked thoughtfully.
"Heh, do you think I'll lose?" The Demon Lord sneered.
"Then do you think I'll lose?" Jiang Yuan retorted defiantly.
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