A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators.

Chapter 989: Chasing the Enemy for Thousands of Miles

A bloody and brutal pursuit began.

After the Ice Phoenix Demon King escaped, the Demon Clan's Royal Guards collapsed instantly, followed by the two royal demon armies in front of the Tushan Maids' Corps also collapsing instantly.

The clan leader abandoned his subordinates, the demon king abandoned the demon king, the demon king abandoned his demon generals, the father abandoned his children, and burned his blood. Everything was in chaos, and the demon cultivators fled in all directions desperately.

"kill!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The three armies of Tushan were not thrown into chaos by this and still maintained a tight military formation.

Sword energies of wind, rain, thunder and lightning, sword energies of scorching sun, and groups of sun flames were continuously thrown into the most densely packed demon cultivators.

Every time a legion spell is cast, a large area of ​​the sky will be cleared, and the broken limbs of the demon monks will keep falling, turning into ashes or charcoal.

The sky was raining blood and the world turned into a bloody one.

In this short moment, the casualties amounted to hundreds of thousands, which was more than all the previous casualties combined!

"kill!"

This hellish and bloody scene did not move any of the human monks.

Every soldier here is at least at the Foundation Establishment stage. In the small family, they can be called ancestors. They are no longer young and have experienced a lot. They are not rookies going to the battlefield for the first time.

They mechanically and precisely carried out the orders of the military formation and operated the military formation. One sword energy after another flew out, one big sun flame after another flew out, bombing one after another, bombing one after another, as if there was no end.

The world was plunged into a terrible roar and shock, with the ground shaking and the mountains trembling continuously. In the end, even the Demon Clan in the north, which had no demon cultivators to preside over the Heavenly Demon Killing God Array, collapsed and shattered, losing the last layer of resistance.

Overwhelming spells and sword energy exploded, and the turbulent spiritual energy of heaven and earth slowly calmed down.

Many human cultivators were able to spare some time to look up at the sky.

They suddenly discovered that the sky was clear and empty, and there were no longer any flying demon monks covered in scales and armor who were born from wet eggs.

Instead, there were millions of corpses lying on the ground, blood flowing like rivers, the earth was all scarlet, like hell on earth.

The elite army of the Western Desert demons invaded the Northern Plains.
Most of them are buried here!

"Disperse, organize into battalions, and continue the pursuit!"

Hei Louxi ordered.

"Yes!"

"Military Lord!"

Millions of human cultivators responded loudly. There was no scramble for spoils as many demon cultivators had expected. Instead, they fought to the death in the demon cultivators' northern capital over all kinds of coveted treasures.

This was extremely common among Beiyuan monks in the past.

Natural resources and treasures mean a breakthrough in realm, a prolongation of life, family glory, and everything. No cultivator can resist this.

But at this moment, countless human cultivators obeyed the order in awe, and instantly split into countless small camps from the three major military formations. With a Nascent Soul cultivator as the center, their speed suddenly increased a lot, and they chased after the demon kings and demon lords who had managed to escape and ascend to heaven in the distance.

Occasionally, some cultivators could not control their greed and turned around to run to the northern capital of the demon clan to plunder the spoils. They would be immediately executed by the higher-ranking officers nearby.

The higher-level officers who could not tolerate the greed were surrounded and killed by the nearby officers and their subordinates. They could hardly cause any chaos and restored order as soon as they turned around.

"Demon King! The Demon King's head!"

"kill!"

The human Yuanying cultivators were all furious, desperately hunting down all the fleeing demon kings, especially those of the slower turtle, spider, stoneman and other tribes, who were their main targets. The most frantic of the pursuers were undoubtedly the sword cultivators of the Great Sun Long Sword City, as this was related to their path.

Next are the True Lords of Yin Dao and other families. They need the heads of the Demon Lords to atone their sins, otherwise they will be executed by the Heavenly Lord in a hundred years, and there is no chance of them surviving by chance.

There has never been a better time than now to kill the demon kings. All the demon kings are in panic and have lost their will to fight.

If they miss this God-given opportunity, they will die a hundred years later and they can't blame anyone else!
On the battlefield, a strange sight often occurs: a human Yuanying True Lord leads a battalion of cultivators to block a group of demon kings. Without saying a word, they attack the slowest demon king. The other demon kings take this opportunity to flee and dare not stay at all.

Because of a slight delay, dozens of human True Lords came from behind with their own troops to kill them!
Not to mention that the monsters belong to different tribes, it is impossible for them to sacrifice themselves for other monsters. Even if they are willing, after some delay, all of them will be killed in an instant, and there will be no accidents.

A brutal and bloody pursuit took place across tens of thousands of miles of grassland. Demon kings were constantly caught up, surrounded and killed, and even their souls could not escape.

The powerful bodies that the demon cultivators used to be proud of became a burden now. They were far inferior to the human cultivators' True Lords and Nascent Souls, which could escape thousands of miles in an instant.

No matter how strong their bodies were, they would be shattered if surrounded and attacked by dozens of people of the same level. The human race's True Lord, who was smiling on his face, was more delighted than seeing a pile of natural treasures.

This pursuit that covered half of the Northern Plains lasted for about a year before it slowly came to an end.

After this battle, the high-level demon cultivators left behind a large number of corpses and almost all withdrew from Beiyuan, leaving only many weak demons remaining in Beiyuan.

Their future fate is self-evident.

The Ice Phoenix Demon King returned safely to the Icefield Lord.

The True Lords of the human race have always been extremely intelligent.

Except for a sword cultivator who has gone crazy, generally no True Lord would chase after the descendants of the demon king, lest it bring about unknown disasters.

However, this does not mean that the Ice Phoenix Demon King can act recklessly and do anything with the help of his identity.

Once she dares to show up openly, even if she has any hesitation in her heart, the True Lord of the human race will deploy a large formation to surround and kill her completely without showing any mercy.

The Demon King is indeed terrifying, but the Human King is not merciful either. He will not allow you to disobey orders on the battlefield and fish in troubled waters.

"Mother, please."

"Can we strike in secret so that the old thief Tushan won't notice?"

The Ice Phoenix Demon King was unwilling and begged.

This was her foundation, the demon dynasty that she painstakingly built, pouring in unimaginable effort from others. She had always been proud of this in the past, believing that regardless of whether she was a god or not, the strength of the Western Desert Demon Dynasty was the greatest in all the dynasties.

However, the reality is so cold and cruel.

"A secret attack once..."

Lord Bingyuan felt the faint aura of destructive sword intent around him and sneered.

She knew that the human race's emperor was also hesitating.

In terms of the potential for transformation into a god, no human being can compare to the Ice Phoenix Demon King at present. There is already a faint sword intent lingering on her body, locking onto her breath.

This foolish daughter knew nothing and asked me to take action secretly.

"Let's go back!"

Icefield Lord sighed, "The human race is a greedy race. The Western Desert will never be at peace again. You'd better think about how to deal with the next attack."

She left with the Ice Phoenix Demon King.

(End of this chapter)