The sky above the Western Warzone was red.
Not from dawn — but from fire, smoke, and blood.
For days the Devil Sect's armies had pushed deep into the borders of the Martial Alliance territory, their demonic banners blotting out the sun. The ground trembled with each clash of saints and half-step saints, and the rivers ran dark with the stench of battle.
At the heart of the chaos — a streak of golden light tore through the battlefield.
"That's him! Lin Feng!"
Cries erupted as countless eyes turned toward the blazing figure. His long hair burned like molten gold under the sun, and every swing of his sword split mountains and demons alike. Behind him, nine ethereal dragon heads howled through the skies.
"Azure Dragon Annihilation!"
With a single strike, a ridge of mountains collapsed — the Devil Sect's defensive formation shattered like glass. The shockwave blew through hundreds of demonic cultivators, their armor and bodies disintegrating before they could even scream.
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Far away, on a high obsidian cliff, a man watched through an orb of black light.
The figure was tall, shrouded in robes embroidered with symbols of blood and shadow — the Devil Sect's Second Patriarch, Mo Wujian.
His eyes were calm but glimmered with cruel amusement.
"So the God Realm brat makes his move at last," he murmured. "He killed Silent Viper and still dares to rampage? Hmph… arrogance and youth never mix well."
Behind him knelt several elders, each one emanating the aura of Half-Step Saint.
"Patriarch, shall we intervene?" one asked, his tone cautious.
Mo Wujian smiled faintly. "No. Let him burn the ants if he wishes. The more he struggles, the deeper he'll sink. His blade may slay thousands — but our roots run deeper than he can imagine."
He turned to the horizon where the flames of Lin Feng's rampage glowed faintly even from miles away.
"However… continue to monitor him. If he approaches the Abyssal Stronghold, inform me immediately."
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Back on the battlefield — Lin Feng stood upon a mound of corpses, his divine aura flickering faintly.
Around him, his companions were fighting on different fronts.
Li Quexin, her dual blades soaked in blood, fought like a crimson storm, cutting through the Devil Sect's inner disciples.
Yang Busi, his arms transformed into golden scales, wielded brute strength that shook the earth with each strike.
Sun Mei, her spirit flames wrapped around her body, purged demonic miasma wherever she passed.
Behind them, disciples of the Martial Sect Alliance held their lines, their morale surging as Lin Feng's presence ignited their fighting spirit.
"Push forward!" Lin Feng's voice thundered through the valley. "Every fortress they've taken — burn it down!"
"YES, COMMANDER LIN!" the soldiers roared back.
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The battle turned into slaughter.
From the skies, Lin Feng descended like a divine reaper. His Dragon Domain expanded, and within it, enemies were slowed, their qi suppressed as though their blood had turned to ice.
He moved like lightning, his sword flashing with golden arcs.
Each strike carried the weight of a god's wrath.
He cut through three Half-Step Saints in succession — their blood exploding midair before their bodies could even hit the ground.
The demonic miasma dissolved under the radiance of his divine qi.
But Lin Feng's face remained expressionless.
This was not glory.
This was extermination.
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Hours passed — until finally, the last of the Devil Sect's army retreated toward the west, leaving behind only corpses, smoke, and scorched land.
Lin Feng landed silently amid the ruins of a fortress.
Sun Mei approached, wiping blood from her cheek. "The southern outpost is secured. No survivors from the Blood Sect division."
Yang Busi dropped down beside them, panting heavily. "That's five strongholds in two weeks. If we keep this up, the entire warzone will fall into our control."
Li Quexin looked at Lin Feng. "But we're drawing too much attention. The Devil Sect won't let this go unanswered. The Ouyang family will likely move soon too."
Lin Feng nodded slightly. "Let them. We'll crush them one by one."
He turned toward the horizon where a black mist gathered far in the distance — the direction of the Devil Sect's main base.
"I'm not here to survive six months," he said quietly.
"I'm here to end this war before I ascend."
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That night, the camp burned with torchlight and silence.
Scouts came and went like ghosts, bearing reports of enemy movement. The soldiers rested uneasily, every man and woman ready to rise at the sound of a horn.
Lin Feng sat alone at the edge of the camp, staring into the darkness.
The moonlight reflected off his sword, faint and cold.
He could sense it — faint killing intent, drifting from the north.
Not from the Devil Sect.
From the Assassination Hall.
He smirked. "So they couldn't resist after all."
A faint rustle of wind passed behind him.
A dagger shimmered in the dark — silent, precise, aimed for the heart.
But before it could land, Lin Feng's sword moved.
Clang!
The dagger shattered.
A figure stumbled out of the shadows, clutching his arm, blood dripping between his fingers.
"Impossible— you sensed—"
"Your killing intent," Lin Feng said flatly. "It's too crude."
He turned his wrist — the sword's tip pressed against the man's throat.
"Who sent you?"
The assassin gritted his teeth, eyes burning with defiance. "You think I'd tell—"
He never finished.
Lin Feng flicked his fingers. A spark of divine qi entered the man's dantian — and the assassin screamed, his body crumbling into dust.
"Assassination Hall, Ouyang Family… you all move too predictably," Lin Feng muttered. "If you want my life, you'll have to send something stronger."
He stood and looked toward the western horizon again.
Far away, thunder rumbled — not from the sky, but from the clash of distant saints.
The war was far from over.
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At dawn, Lin Feng gathered his companions.
"We move again," he said, rolling up the map of the warzone. "Next target — the Shadow Abyss Fortress."
Yang Busi frowned. "That's one of their main hubs. It's guarded by the Devil Sect's Grand Elder, the Poison Saint's disciple."
Li Quexin narrowed her eyes. "And… rumored to be where the Ouyang family has stationed their elite troops."
Sun Mei's flames flickered higher. "So it's a trap."
Lin Feng smiled faintly. "Then we'll make it their grave."
He looked at the rising sun — its crimson light reflecting off the blackened earth.
"Six months… enough time to erase their sins."
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Far to the west, in a vast demonic hall carved into a mountain, the Devil Sect's Grand Elder opened his eyes.
He sensed the destruction of five strongholds — and smiled faintly.
"So the God Realm boy comes for me," he said, his voice like grinding stone.
He raised his hand — black chains of demonic qi slithered across the floor, forming an array that pulsed with living darkness.
From within the shadows, countless demonic cultivators knelt.
"Prepare the Shadow Abyss," he commanded.