After Saint Lord Wumeng finished speaking, Qingyang could only stand up and say goodbye and return to his residence. He spent the next few days in his tent to meditate and adjust himself. He was about to go to Xuehe Province, and the journey was full of dangers and the future was uncertain. He needed to adjust himself well. During this period, except for the pill formula sent by Saint Lord Wumeng, no one saw it. Only the Flower-faced Grandma and Yuanbao Boy were guarding outside.

A few days passed quickly, and one morning, the sound of a horn suddenly rang out in the entire Elven camp. The sound was low and grand, penetrating the mind. Even the restrictions and formations set up outside the tent by Qingyang could not stop it. Qingyang hurriedly stopped practicing, removed the restrictions and formations outside, packed up as quickly as possible, and headed towards the central tent of Tianjian City. Not only Qingyang, but all the cultivators in the entire camp were busy, and were all gathering towards that place.

After the nine horns sounded, all the monks gathered outside the tent of Saint Tianjian. The largest number were from Tianjian City, and the other second-level immortal city monks were on the left and right. There were nearly 100,000 of them, densely packed throughout the entire camp, and there was almost no end in sight.

The Holy Lord of the Sky Scythe floated in the air with a group of combined monks, his eyes full of pride. After a long time, he said in a deep voice: "The demons have invaded for decades, burning, killing, looting and committing all kinds of evil in my Tianjian City. The latest crimes committed are too numerous to list. In order to resist the invasion of the demons, the elites of all cities and tribes have come out, and they have paid a heavy price. Countless monks have died. Now that the demons are in decline, I have decided to lead all the spiritual monks to launch a final battle against the invading demons. Success or failure depends on this one move. I hope everyone will fight bravely and completely eliminate the demons that invaded my Duanyun Province."

After saying this, Saint Tianjian pointed his right hand in the direction of Qianji City and said, "Kill."

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" Nearly 100,000 monks were infected by the Heavenly Scythe Saint and shouted at the same time, their voices resounding through the sky. At this time, no one was needed to lead the way. Nearly 100,000 monks flew madly towards Qianji City. From a distance, they looked like a swarm of locusts.

The camp of the Spirit Clan was not far from Qianji City, and the speed of the cultivators was very fast, so they arrived near Qianji City not long after. The Demon Clan here seemed to have received the news and had been flying over Qianji City waiting. The sky was filled with black masses, and their number was no less than that of the Spirit Clan cultivators.

Seeing the spiritual monks rushing over, the demons also gave an order and rushed over here. Then the two armies started fighting in the air. It was a battle involving nearly 200,000 monks. A battle of this scale was rare in millions of years. The battlefield alone was hundreds of miles in radius. The grass, trees, animals and animals within the range were turned to ashes, the mountains and rivers were razed to the ground, and except for the monks, all other living things were wiped out.

In such a large-scale battle, the scene was naturally extremely tragic. Magical weapons and talismans were dancing everywhere, broken limbs and arms were flying everywhere, and from time to time, cultivators fell from the sky with screams. In just less than a quarter of an hour, thousands of cultivators were killed or injured. And this was the result when only the God Transformation cultivators and the Void Refining cultivators participated in the battle. The Fusion cultivators and Tribulation Crossing cultivators on both sides stood quietly in the distance, watching the battlefield coldly, and did not personally participate in the battle, otherwise the casualties on the battlefield would have been even greater.

Qingyang tried his best to stay in places where there were many spirit monks on the battlefield and did not participate in the battle. If an enemy attacked him, he would hide and slip away if he could, and tried not to engage in battle with the demon monks. He had more important tasks, and it would be troublesome if he was targeted by high-level demon monks.

In a blink of an eye, more than half an hour had passed. The spirit and demon races each suffered five to six thousand casualties, but for an army of nearly 100,000, it was not a serious loss, and it would certainly be difficult to determine the winner in a short period of time. At this time, the demon race finally lost their patience, and with a loud shout, the combined monks also joined the battle.

Nearly three hundred combined monks from both the spiritual and demon sides participated in the battle. For a moment, the entire battlefield became more chaotic, the fighting scene became more tragic, and the casualties increased sharply. Before long, the total number of deaths and injuries exceeded 20,000, and even the combined monks were injured. However, the tribulation-crossing monks on both sides never took action, which disappointed many monks who wanted to witness the battle between the tribulation-crossing monks with their own eyes.

In such a fierce battle, it was difficult for Qingyang to remain unscathed. It was useless to just hide, as there would always be demon cultivators who would find him and attack him, and he would even be affected by the battle of the combined cultivators. There was no way, Qingyang could only suppress his strength and choose a weaker demon cultivator to fight with him. The other demons saw that Qingyang was weak and his companions could easily deal with him, and it seemed that they did not need help, so they did not intervene. But in fact, the two fought for almost half an hour without a clear winner.

At first, the demon cultivator opposite Qingyang was full of confidence, thinking that he could surely kill his opponent, so he used his trump card several times in an attempt to end the battle quickly. However, he found that Qingyang became stronger when facing a stronger opponent, and no matter what means he used, he could only narrowly dodge the attacks every time and could not be killed at all.

Later, he figured it out. The opponent must be stronger than him. He was just slacking off and hiding his strength. He didn't want to attract the attention of high-level demon cultivators. That's right. The more outstanding you are in this kind of situation, the faster you will die. There is nothing wrong with the opponent's performance.

Although the high-level demons did not say it explicitly, they also hinted at some information. The demons were no longer able to invest in this stronghold. This was the final battle with the spirits. After the battle, they would retreat regardless of victory or defeat. In other words, they would be able to go home immediately. It was not worth losing their lives at such a critical moment. Thinking of this, the demon cultivator who had transformed into a god suddenly changed his offensive strategy and started paddling tacitly.

Of course, there are only a few such people. Others are simple-minded, cruel, or ill-informed, or are excited by the bloody smell of the battlefield, or are too strong to use all their strength, and they are still fighting desperately. In such a large battlefield, there must be some unlucky people who took the task and died here before they could go to Xuehezhou.

In a blink of an eye, another two hours passed. The battle had become intense. The spirits' offensive was getting more and more fierce, and the demons were fighting to the death. More than half of the casualties on both sides were already there. There were tens of thousands of corpses on the ground, and even dozens of combined monks were killed or wounded. The ground within hundreds of miles was almost covered with blood, and everywhere was red. The demons were in a state of decline and had no hope of winning, but the spirits also did not have the ability to completely annihilate the demons.

Seeing that it was meaningless to continue fighting, a deep voice suddenly came from the direction of Qianji City, saying, "Alas, the situation is over. It seems that the failure of the demon invasion this time is God's will. Let's withdraw."

The other party's voice was not loud, but all the demon cultivators on the field heard it clearly. This was the voice of a demon cultivator who was undergoing tribulation. They had long wanted to stop fighting. Now that the leader had spoken, if they didn't retreat now, when would they retreat?