Chapter 37 – The Eight Human Commanders vs The Eight Demon Commanders
Both sides were ready.
The Demon Lord's army, their armor soaked in killing intent, stood in perfect formation. Despite their arrogance, they did not dare underestimate the human cultivators.
On the other side, the human army, led by the Cultivation Association and Octaplanet's elite, stood firm. Every cultivator knew that this war would decide the fate of Earth.
At last, in the Northern District, on a vast desolate battlefield, the two armies faced each other. The sky itself trembled, dark clouds swirling as if mourning the bloodshed that was about to begin.
Shin stood among the human soldiers, his Abyssal Void Sword humming with boundless killing intent. His eyes were calm, yet inside burned a fire that no demon could extinguish.
The war began.
⚔️ Shin charged into the battlefield like a god of slaughter.
His sword tore through demons as if they were mere paper. Limbs and blood rained down as he cut a bloody path, demons falling one after another. Each kill resonated with his cultivation, his realm soaring higher and higher.
On the other side, the eight human commanders clashed against the eight demon commanders.
Chairman Guo faced the infamous Flame Demon Commander.
The demon sneered, his flaming aura igniting the battlefield.
"A lowly human dares to fight me? Then come and die!"
Guo's expression was grim but steady. With a stomp of his foot, he summoned towering earth spikes from the ground, aiming to impale the demon. The Flame Demon laughed coldly, dodging and unleashing a scorching Flame Storm. Fire and earth collided, the explosion shaking the heavens.
All around, battles raged. Each human commander fought desperately against their demon counterpart. Tribulation Realm clashed with Tribulation Realm. Soul Integration against Soul Integration. Every strike carried the power to shatter mountains.
And above it all, sitting like a king upon the battlefield, the Demon Lord did not move. He simply observed with cold, calculating eyes, watching both armies clash.
But soon, his gaze shifted—toward Shin.
Shin's slaughter was beyond anything imaginable. Every twenty minutes, his cultivation realm rose like lightning. His spiritual roots glowed brilliantly, his enlightenment deepening with each kill.
One hour. Two hours. Three hours.
With every wave of demons he cut down, his strength grew more monstrous.
After seven hours of endless killing, his aura erupted like a storm.
Shin had reached Body and Soul Integration Realm – Level 2.
The ground cracked beneath his feet. His Abyssal Void Sword radiated a terrifying, soul-shaking power.
The Demon Lord's eyes narrowed. His voice was low, but filled with killing intent.
"If I don't stop this child now, he will become an immortal in a single day."
With that, the Demon Lord finally moved.
His aura swept across the battlefield like a tidal wave of death. Both human and demon cultivators froze in terror as the Mahalaya Realm Demon Lord descended.
And his target… was Luo Shin.