Unrivaled Martial Emperor

Chapter 870 - Fierce Battle with the Demon Beast Army

The Sky Suspended Secret Realm was replete with countless powerful demon beasts.

When these beasts gathered into an army, the result was truly terrifying.

Chen Fan looked over. This was no ordinary demon beast army—it moved with precision and discipline.

Among them, the weakest ones were in the Divine Nascent realm. The slightly stronger ones were the captains of small squads, all Heavenly Star realm experts. Viewed from a worldly perspective, such an army was almost unrivaled.

A dry, hoarse voice buzzed through the ranks, shaky as though unaccustomed to speech.

“Humans, surrender! It’s been a hundred years—a full century—and now you’ve returned. From now on, you are all my slaves. Obey, and you may live. Resist, and you’ll become food for my children!”

“It’s an army led by a demon beast general!” Lei Yuanjie said with a furrowed brow, but his expression relaxed slightly.

The secret realm had demon beast kingdoms of various sizes, so the strength of the demon beast ruling over the kingdoms also varied. The weak ones were only in the Divine Nascent realm, while the strong ones were mighty Manifestation realm beasts, known as demon beast kings.

Had they encountered an army being commanded by a demon beast king, escape would have been impossible, and surrender would have been the only option.

In such a situation, even Chen Fan—confident as he might be in his strength—would flee immediately. Otherwise, he, too, would be in danger of losing his life.

When the others also realized that this was only an army commanded by a demon beast general, their collective sighs of relief were almost audible.

“A bunch of beasts like you dares to be arrogant!” Shang Ziyan sneered coldly.

Arrogance defined Shang Ziyan’s character. A man aiming to command all and claim the supreme throne would never bow to mere demon beasts. Such submission was unthinkable.

Before Shang Ziyan’s voice faded, he stepped out with one of his feet. His figure blurred into a storm of wind and cloud before stomping with unimaginable force.

Rumble!

The sound of mountains crumbling and earth cracking rang out. A large group of demon beasts was instantly crushed under his foot, the sheer impact ripping apart even the void.

Shang Ziyan’s overwhelming strength was simply unimaginable. His crippled foot, rather than a weakness, had been reforged into a weapon of immense power—a treasure capable of shattering anything in its path.

It was no wonder Gu Tian had been sent flying before. A disparity in strength was certainly one of the reasons, but it was the transformed leg, imbued with boundless energy, that truly made him unstoppable.

“Trouble keeps coming.” Chen Fan furrowed his brow. He had no choice but to do his best and fight the beasts now.

The others, unwilling to lag behind or show weakness, leaped into action, launching their own attacks one after another.

They were all outstanding talents; how could they submit to others, let alone a bunch of demon beasts?

These half-step Manifestation realm experts struck out with all their might. Those Divine Nascent realm and ordinary Heavenly Star realm demon beasts could not resist it, and even some peak Heavenly Star realm demon beasts mixed among them were smashed into meat paste, screaming miserably.

At that moment, their immense strength was fully revealed. None of them were weaklings. They were all prodigiously strong.

“Damned humans, you really don’t know what’s good for you. My children, kill them all! Turn their flesh and blood into our snacks!” bellowed the demon beast general from the army’s center, his voice dry and hoarse with fury.

To the demon beast general, these humans had been given a chance to live. Instead, they dared to slaughter its kin, their defiance a blatant challenge to its authority. It was enraged, convinced these fools were inviting their own doom.

The demon beast army charged the group like a densely packed swarm of locusts, covering heaven and earth. All kinds of demonic arts were mixed in, bombarding the group crazily.

While none of these beasts could face the experts in one-on-one combat, they moved with uncanny discipline, their formation unbroken. Advancing and retreating in unison, their methodical assaults blunted the experts' overwhelming strength.

Lei Yuanjie and the others found themselves on the defensive, dodging the deluge of attacks. There were simply too many attacks raining down on them; to take even a single hit could spell disaster.

The demon beast army seemed like a human army. Their terrifying auras connected as one and swept out, transforming into a towering wave and crashing toward Chen Fan and the others in a very terrifying manner.

Chen Fan had no time to care about others, as countless demon beasts came pouncing at him from the front. The terrifying demon wind turned into a hurricane, rumbling and shaking heaven and earth, while countless demonic arts converged into streams of radiant, destructive light, all aimed at him.

He did not dare to be complacent. He hurriedly channeled his cultivation, his fists like hammers, transforming into stars or sledgehammers. Each strike sent shockwaves through the battlefield.

Rumble, rumble!

Chen Fan’s sledgehammer-like fists would bring about a wave of miserable cries every time they fell.

Demon cores flew out one after another. Without any delay, the Heaven Seizing Furnace inside Chen Fan erupted, absorbing all and refining them.

The sheer number of demon beasts was staggering, and fighting them was a grueling drain on true primeval. Without sufficient reserves, even the strongest cultivator would eventually falter, their strength withering until death was inevitable.

Although Chen Fan had ten times the true primeval inside him than others, the unrelenting onslaught tested even his deep reserves.

Yet, he had no fear. The Heaven Seizing Furnace worked tirelessly, converting the spoils of battle into fuel for his relentless assault.

This cycle—defeating demon beasts, harvesting their cores, and replenishing his strength—allowed him to sustain his unyielding momentum.

Even though Chen Fan was already doing his best to kill, there were simply too many of these demon beasts. They were like the tide, surging wave after wave.

Although Chen Fan had no problem defending himself, nor did he have worries about his true primeval running dry, the same could not be said for the others.

Su Tong fought several top-tier, peak Heavenly Star realm demon beasts, and although she kept consuming elixirs to replenish her true primeval, it could not keep up with the consumption of such fierce battles.

When a half-step Manifestation realm struck, heaven would fall and earth would crack. The amount of true primeval and primeval qi of heaven and earth consumed would be astronomical. Relying solely on natural recovery was futile—only someone like Chen Fan, with reserves more than ten times richer than others, could sustain such expenditure.

Although Su Tong was fighting with all her might and consuming all kinds of elixirs to replenish her true primeval, she still felt that she was being stretched to the limit.

In a clash between human martial artists and demon beasts, it was difficult to declare one inherently superior. Both had their advantages; the key was whether they could bring out those advantages.

Victory lay in pushing one’s strengths to their utmost potential.

Su Tong could already be considered as being experienced in battle, but the opponents she was facing were not only powerful but also held an absolute advantage in numbers.

If not for Chen Fan’s timely interventions, shielding her from devastating attacks and neutralizing threats, Su Tong would have long been overpowered.