The destructive power of the bed crossbows wasn't merely evident against the giants. When unleashed upon the fellow human Yellow Turban troops, their devastating might was even more terrifying—utterly savage to an inhumane degree. A single bolt landing in the Yellow Turban ranks would take down dozens, even hundreds—killing or maiming them, limbs torn apart, bodies ruined. The onslaught was catastrophic.
With just one volley, a vast swathe of Yellow Turbans was felled.
The battlefield was strewn with corpses.
"Fire!!"
From atop the city walls, archers and crossbowmen unleashed another round.
Dense bolts rained down like a tidal wave, engulfing the battlefield. Once the fighting started, no one's face showed hesitation or change—no mercy, no compassion. This was the battlefield. Only life and death existed here. Once engaged, it was either you or your enemy that perished. There was no third option.
From the very first clash, the battle had entered a white-hot frenzy.
It was brutal—unimaginably brutal.
Everywhere on the battlefield, corpses piled up. The vast glow of blood splattered across the land, illuminating the night with a dazzling, eerie radiance—bizarrely beautiful, like a deadly blossom.
"Your Majesty, there's something strange about this Divine-Demonic Battlefield. These Yellow Turban troops aren't ordinary humans. Regular Yellow Turbans couldn't possibly have such high combat power. Even if Zhang Jue, the Great Teacher, trained them himself, there's no way he could outfit them with such gear—enchanted warbows, rune-tipped arrows—not unless he also had a universal printer like us. Otherwise, it's simply impossible."
Standing on a tower, Jia Xu observed the battlefield with a grave expression.
"Indeed," Yi Tianxing replied calmly. "These giants—and now the Yellow Turban troops—emerged right after the meteor shower. Their emotions, expressions, and behavior all run counter to normal. This reminds me of something that happened many years ago."
"I would like to hear more," Jia Xu asked, curiosity flashing across his face.
"You should know that I'm a survivor from the time of the Great Cataclysm," Yi Tianxing said. "In Eternal Land terms, I'm one of the Heaven's Favored—a last survivor of the old world."
This wasn't a secret in the Great Yi Dynasty. Those who knew, knew; those who didn't, wouldn't. His identity as a Heaven's Favored was no big deal. In a chaotic world, whether you're a chosen one or a protagonist, if you encounter danger you can't overcome, death comes all the same.
"When the Myriad Worlds fused and the Cataclysm began, it was monstrous beings—natural disasters and endless falling monsters—that obliterated modern civilization. These creatures came from all races—undead abominations, feral beasts. Their only instinct was destruction, to kill and feed on humans. Murder brought them joy."
Yi Tianxing's eyes gleamed with remembrance. "Some of these monsters were utterly irrational; others had intelligence. Their sudden appearance wiped out the modern world. After the fusion of worlds, they became part of the myriad races, integrating into the Eternal Land."
"You believe these monsters arriving with the meteor shower are the same kind that descended during the Great Cataclysm? But weren't there no humans among them back then?" Jia Xu asked thoughtfully.
"From what I know," Yi Tianxing said, "most monsters are born from the seven emotions and six desires, filled with endless cravings and evil thoughts. Their very souls are inscribed with marks of slaughter and madness, making them near impossible to change. Those on the Divine-Demonic Battlefield are likely of the same origin—only even more terrifying than before."
This was his hypothesis—a speculation about the nature of this battlefield. There was no way such a massive Yellow Turban army could suddenly appear from nowhere. And they attacked Sunset City without warning or reason. If they were normal humans, even idiots would realize that civil war among humans only benefits their enemies.
In this battlefield of races, humans had every reason to not fight one another.
But these Yellow Turbans were too unnatural—irrationally bloodthirsty, launching slaughter at first sight. Their eyes contained no other emotion—only the urge to destroy. Just like during the Cataclysm—but worse.
"You may be right," Jia Xu said solemnly. "There are too many secrets hidden in this battlefield. Such enemies could not have emerged from nothing. And why does the Divine-Demonic Battlefield even exist? Who are the gods, and who are the demons?"
He drew a sharp breath. "This battlefield already existed in the previous era. Who fought here then? Who won? Who lost? Perhaps... we are not the only world. There might be another world—one beyond Eternal Land."
A bold speculation indeed.
If no other world existed, then what was this battlefield for? Who were the ultimate enemies?
"I've seen such a world," Yi Tianxing said, nodding. "During the Cataclysm, I saw a rift tear open the void. On the other side was a realm of utter darkness. In that world stood Demonic Gods, towering and supreme—strong enough to rival the Heavenly Dao."
That image still haunted him. It could not simply be forgotten.
"But these are not matters we can fully grasp yet," he said coldly. "Only with the proper strength can one uncover the proper truths. For now, our battlefield lies here, in the Divine-Demonic Battlefield."
He looked toward the battlefield, where the fighting had reached its peak.
The Yellow Turbans were elite—some even matched Great Yi's soldiers despite the endless rain of arrows. War arrows even reached the city walls.
But they caused little real harm.
Every Great Yi soldier wore battle armor and possessed defensive shields—not even rune-tipped arrows could pierce them easily, let alone kill. Losses were minimal. The Yellow Turban casualties were far higher—dropping in droves.
"These corpses must not go to waste. No matter where they came from, since they're here, they'll become nourishment—resources to fuel Great Yi's growth."
Yi Tianxing's gaze turned cold.
With a thought, he no longer hesitated.
Shua!!
A flash of light, and a crimson-blue treasure vial appeared before him.
"Yin-Yang Treasure Vase—devour!"
As he spoke, the Yin-Yang Treasure Vase flew to the battlefield. Light pulsed across its surface—crimson and blue rays alternating. At its mouth, a swirling vortex emerged, emanating an indescribable pull.
The moment it formed, Yellow Turban corpses were drawn toward it in droves—sucked up as if by invisible chains. Resistance was futile.
And as they neared the vase, their bodies rapidly shrank, unnaturally, by an unseen force.
The devouring power was too bizarre to fight. At their level, these Yellow Turbans could not resist at all. Crimson and blue light wrapped them up—dragging them into the treasure vase.
Within moments, tens of thousands had been devoured.
It was like a bottomless pit—a terrifying sight.
Shua!!
The Yin-Yang Treasure Vase reappeared in Yi Tianxing's hand. He gave it a shake.
Ding ding ding!
Clear chimes rang from within.
He tilted it gently, and crimson-blue pills poured out.
Some bore one pill mark, others two—each radiating a mystical glow.
"One-Turn Yin-Yang Pill. Two-Turn Yin-Yang Pill."
Indeed—they were Yin-Yang Pills. What surprised Yi Tianxing was that the vase could now produce Two-Turn Yin-Yang Pills directly.
One-Turn pills were already precious—suitable for Divine Sea and even Life Aperture Realm cultivators. Two-Turn Yin-Yang Pills could be consumed by Life Diagram Realm experts—offering immense benefits.
They could temper the body, increase physical strength.
This time, thousands of pills had been refined, with over a dozen Two-Turn variants.
"Such divine magic—Your Majesty can refine pills through divine powers alone," Jia Xu exclaimed in awe.
"These are Yin-Yang Pills. They can heal injuries, regenerate flesh, and enhance strength. One pill can increase physical strength by over 1,000 jin. After this battle, they'll be added to the merit point exchange list," Yi Tianxing said seriously.
"Look over there! More monsters—it's the Gnolls!"
"There too—an army of Ratfolk!"
"More beasts—wolves, snakes, scorpions—and those giant red-eyed rabbits the size of calves! Each jump covers dozens of meters!"
Rumble!
The ground quaked violently. Countless monsters charged toward Sunset City.
Strangely, they made no move to attack the Yellow Turbans.