The battlefield was stained red with blood, and soldiers on both sides cast aside all extraneous thoughts, with only slaughter remaining in their hearts.
Xiang Yu, leading the Jiangdong iron cavalry, clashed fiercely with the demon race heavy cavalry led by Barbarossa.
Lin Zhan looked at the Demon Race Imperial Son opposite him and smiled meaningfully.
"You're not planning to hide anymore, are you? Actually, if you could hold on until the end, with your family's status in the Demon Race, you wouldn't die."
The Demon Race Imperial Son shook his head and said with a wry smile, "Actually, I personally oppose the Ten Thousand Races War. But I still have to come. Because my father died at the hands of your Great Shang's Zi Ming the Great. Therefore, I can only kill you or die on this battlefield to not dishonor my bloodline."
Lin Zhan nodded and said understandingly, "Yes, our bloodlines have already determined the path we must take. Ancestor Zi Ming told me that your father, Emperor Mo Shang, could be called a figure who suppressed an era. Otherwise, she wouldn't have risked infiltrating the Demon Race to assassinate your father."
"I'll tell you some news, which should make you feel a little better. Ancestor Zi Ming only won against your father by borrowing the power of bloodline. If our ancestor hadn't arrived in time to rescue her, Ancestor Zi Ming would have perished along with your father."
The Demon Race Imperial Son sighed and said, "Hearing this news does make me feel much better. Lin Zhan, you should be able to see that this Ten Thousand Races War is a farce. We are all... from the heavens..."
Before the Demon Race Imperial Son could finish speaking, Lin Zhan waved his hand and interrupted him.
"I know."
"But what can we do? Without the return of destiny, we will ultimately be unable to fight them. Whether it is the Human Race or the Myriad Races, all sentient beings in the heavens and myriad realms are like livestock being herded. To gain freedom, one must first break this restrictive cage."
Hearing Lin Zhan's words, the Demon Race Imperial Son's eyes flashed with brilliance again, "Haha, it's a shame I won't see that day. I hope you can break this cage."
With that, the Demon Race Imperial Son held his spear, rode his Dream Nightmare, and turned into a purple beam of light, charging towards Lin Zhan.
Lin Zhan sighed, then his eyes narrowed, and he rode his Bai Ze to collide with the Demon Race Imperial Son.
Lin Zhan drew his saber horizontally, deflecting the spear thrust by the Demon Race Imperial Son, and using the momentum to lift his saber, slashing towards the Demon Race Imperial Son's neck.
With a "clang," Lin Zhan raised his Wind-Lightning Saber, angling its surface to block the returning spear thrust. At the same time, he spun, using the force to deflect Lin Zhan's saber, and then, with a counter-thrust, he aimed directly at Lin Zhan's face. Su Dan Novel Network
"Ding!"
Lin Zhan raised his Wind-Lightning Saber, its side deflecting the counter-thrust.
The two exchanged blows, his saber and the other's spear. While their attacks appeared ordinary, each carried immense force.
It could be said that a casual strike from either of them could kill an ordinary King.
"Lin Zhan has tested him enough. It's time to end this."
Lin Zhan nodded and said, "I know you've been hiding your strength. I didn't expect you to have this level of combat power. Even your Demon Race's several Demon King-level Guardian Generals are no match for you, are they?"
The Demon Race Imperial Son nodded, threw down his spear, and drew a pitch-black knight's sword.
"Come on, it's time to decide life and death."
"Draw sword, cleave heavens."
A seemingly ordinary, yet radiating infinite destruction, black sword light struck Lin Zhan the moment the Demon Race Imperial Son drew his sword.
"Great Starlight Fire."
"Starlight Cleaves Heavens."
A starlight burning with flames merged into the Wind-Lightning Saber. Lin Zhan, channeling the saber with his body, transformed into a saber glow shining with starlight and elemental fire. After shattering the sword light in mid-air, it pierced through the Demon Race Imperial Son's body.
The Dream Nightmare seemed to sense its master's state, let out a mournful cry, and ceased to breathe.
Lin Zhan walked before the man and horse and said to the Demon Race Imperial Son, "I will make them pay for you and all the sacrificed warriors of the Ten Thousand Races. Rest assured."
As Lin Zhan's voice fell, a mist of blood erupted from the Demon Race Imperial Son's body, and the soul aura belonging to the Demon Race Imperial Son slowly dissipated.
Lin Zhan sighed, waved his hand to collect the corpses of the Demon Race Imperial Son and the Nightmare, and then rode his Bai Ze towards the battlefield.
In Lin Zhan's system space, the system, in the form of a little fatty, looked dumbfounded at the Demon Race Imperial Son who had been collected.
"Holy crap, this guy is dead as a doornail. How am I supposed to save him? This is going to be a tough one... I'll need more money."
Lin Zhan looked towards the central army camp of the Ten Thousand Races Allied Army. Rommel was directing his troops without any panic, mobilizing the rear to envelop the participating Human Race Alliance.
Just as Rommel sneered, he suddenly became dumbfounded.
It was Wei Qing leading his army, cooperating with the celestial race's attack formations, that had smashed open the central army camp of the Ten Thousand Races.
Five million Imperial Guards and 300 Golden Wolf Riders, led by nearly a hundred Kings, launched a massacre on the logistics army left behind in the Ten Thousand Races Allied Army's camp.
"Temujin, don't get bogged down in the fight. Take your men to release the soldiers infected with rabies. We still need to lure them to charge the main force of the Ten Thousand Races Allied Army."
"Ancestor, don't worry. The grasslands... forget it, no time. I'll do the job first and then brag." With that, Temujin led the grassland wolf riders towards the quarantined infected camp.
Rommel's face turned ugly as he looked at Lin Zhan, who was staring at him from afar.
Damn it, his flank had been compromised. If he didn't seize this opportunity to eliminate the main force of the Human Race and kill Lin Lao Hei, he would be utterly finished.
Immediately, Rommel spoke to the Night Demon Race King, who had not yet been deployed beside him, "Relay the order: all Night Demon Guard Legions, capture Lin Zhan at all costs, alive or dead."
As the Night Demon legions were about to assemble, another unexpected event occurred.
One hundred thousand ferocious elephants and forty thousand dragon-colt chariots, under the command of Huo Qubing, advanced fiercely from both flanks towards Rommel's central command banner, cooperating with five million Great Han cavalry.
The surprise attack directly disrupted Rommel's troop deployment.
With all his elite forces committed, Rommel had only 300 Night Demon race legions left from his rear forces to mobilize.
Originally, he had been counting on the Night Demon race legions to capture Lin Zhan, but now they could only be used to resist the Human Race cavalry.
However, the Great Shang's ferocious elephant army and dragon chariots were not something ordinary armies could resist. Even the divine and demonic race heavy cavalry, known throughout the civilized myriad races, would need more than a tenfold advantage in equivalent strength to contend with them.
As for the mixed-blood Night Demon race, forget it. The archers on the dragon chariots shot arrow after arrow, imbued with armor-piercing enchantments, towards the Night Demon legions.
The knights on the ferocious elephants thrust their javelins into the chests of the Night Demon race.