Chapter 5011

But such a fierce outburst clearly came at a heavy price. Blood began to pour from Kai’s seven orifices, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared across his skin.

The woman in white gritted her teeth and rushed to his side, skewering two sneaking attackers with a single thrust. “Do you want to die?!”

Kai turned a deaf ear to her. His eyes held only one thing—killing.

The soldiers of Feihu City, witnessing Kai’s frenzied assault, felt a surge of fearless courage rise within them.

They roared, brandished their weapons, and charged the enemy once again.

The battlefield echoed with screams, battle cries, and the relentless clash of steel—a tragic war song forged in blood.

Crimson rivers flowed endlessly, and corpses piled higher with every moment. The entire battlefield reeked of blood and death.

Fengxian looked at the brutal scene before him, and sorrow filled his heart.

He knew that if this continued, they would eventually be annihilated.

But he also understood that there was no retreat. They had only one choice left—fight to the death!

Bai Yi, now transformed into a nine-tailed fox, tore into Feihu City soldiers and black-clad foes alike with claws and fangs.

A glint of resolve flashed in Bai Yi’s eyes. He vowed silently that even if it cost him every remaining day of his life, he would avenge Nuo Qing and fight for a sliver of hope for the brothers of Rhino City!

As for Kai, his gaze had turned vacant. Only the obsession with killing remained in his heart.

He no longer knew how much longer he could hold out. But as long as he drew breath, he would never stop—not until every enemy lay dead, for the sake of Xiu Rui and Nuo Qing!

The battle raged on, each side throwing themselves into the brutal slaughter.

No one knew how this fight would end. No one knew how many would leave this Shura battlefield alive…

Seeing all this, the woman in white sighed quietly, then raised her spear skyward. A flash of purple lightning shot into the void.

Suddenly, a deafening thunder roared from the heavens. Dark clouds gathered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Then, a massive bolt of purple lightning—thick as a water barrel—crashed down, instantly reducing dozens of Feihu City soldiers to charred corpses.
Everyone was stunned by the sudden development and momentarily halted their actions. A bronze chariot slowly descended from the clouds. Standing atop it was an old man in purple robes, holding a thunder seal, exuding a powerful presence that demanded respect without a word.

Xie Zhong’s expression changed drastically. “Who are you?”

The old man in purple robes scanned the battlefield without replying. His gaze landed on Kai, and he frowned slightly. “Friend, your spiritual power is completely overdrawn. If you continue fighting, you’ll die.”

Kai raised the Dragon Slaying Sword with a grim smile. “What’s the harm in dying?”

Before he could finish, he suddenly coughed up a mouthful of black blood, dropped to one knee, and used the Dragon Slaying Sword to keep himself upright.

The woman in white rushed forward to support him and was alarmed to find that many of his meridians had been shattered.

“Elder Lei, please help him…” she pleaded, turning to the old man in purple.

It was now clear that the woman in white had summoned this powerful elder.

Elder Lei let out a sigh, raised the thunder seal once more, and summoned a storm of lightning.

Bolts of thunder rained down with precision, striking the black-clad soldiers of the Eight Palaces and the troops of Feihu City. Agonized screams echoed across the field.

Sensing the tide had turned, Xie Zhong quickly gave the order to retreat.

The battlefield finally fell into a temporary silence. Yet the blood-soaked ground and piles of corpses served as a grim reminder of the battle’s savagery.

Hu Mazi stumbled over, looked at the barely conscious Kai, and gave a bitter smile. “You brat…”

Before he could finish, his expression changed dramatically. He abruptly turned toward the distance. “This is bad! That aura…”

On the distant horizon, a black fog rolled in at terrifying speed. Within it, countless twisted figures writhed, and wherever it passed, grass and trees withered instantly.

The Gadfly’s expression turned grim. “It’s the Soul-Devouring Demon Army from the Demon Dragon Palace… Looks like they’re here to exploit the chaos.”

The woman in white clutched her broken spear tightly. Her brows furrowed as she turned to the elder in a hoarse voice.

“Can we… still fight?”