The sky dome trembles, a myriad of radiances scatter from the thick clouds.

The battle between hundreds of thousands of human cultivators and demonic evil cultivators has turned the endless coastline into a deep red, with visible severed limbs floating on the sea, drifting along with the tides.

Compared to the True Monarchs of the Dao Body, whose movements shatter the void and shake the heavens and earth with grand momentum.

The struggles between these Blood-Stained Realm, and even Dao-Entering Realm ordinary cultivators and demons, highlight the gruesomeness and cruelty of the battlefield even more.

However, because it is a home-ground battle, there is an intangible support from the Human Path Merit.

Although seemingly outnumbered, after a fierce bloodshed, the casualties of the human cultivators are evidently less severe than those of the demonic evil cultivators.

Moreover, during the battle, some cultivators occasionally break through their shackles, reaching higher realms, slaughtering all around during their outburst.

At this moment, anomalies appear above the sky dome.

Having been embroiled in a bloody battle for seven days, the physically and mentally exhausted human cultivators and demonic evil cultivators all look up, harboring a sense of anticipation.

Because deep down, they all know.

No matter how fierce and lively their battle appears.

In reality, even if they continue fighting, unless uninterrupted, until only one person and one demon remain.

Otherwise, the control of the war is fundamentally not in their hands.

Bang—

The clouds split open, numerous figures stand atop the cloud peak, overlooking below.

The pouring golden light is too intense, making it difficult for the human cultivators and demonic evil cultivators below to see clearly which side these figures belong to.

"Consider yourselves formidable, we'll come again next time, I don't believe that Hunyuan Myriad Laws True Monarch will always be here!"

With a resentful snort, fifteen figures with ominous auras, yet lacking confidence, hurriedly fled into the depths of the Endless Sea, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

It was only then that the human cultivators and demonic evil cultivators below finally understood.

In this battle, who was the victor, and who was the defeated.

"Heh, it seems you all have been treated as sacrificial pawns."

With a longsword across, wiping the bloodstain off the blade with a sleeve, a Dao-Entering cultivator, hair disheveled and heavily injured, yet at this moment, his weary eyes burst with terrifying battle intent.

There were countless other human cultivators akin to him.

Pairs of sharp and fierce eyes, brimming with killing intent, shone frighteningly bright, piercing through the void, falling upon the demonic evil cultivators opposite, making them feel a bone-chilling cold, our legs trembling.

The Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, invading Central Earth.

Although there was a joint resistance by the Dao Alliance and All Beings Alliance, preventing this invasion disaster from spreading too far.

But even so, every day, every week, every month, every year, people of the Human Race died at the hands of these filthy, ugly, violent, and cruel demonic evil cultivators.

Humans are not insentient; who can be heartless?

Though cultivators seek longevity and cultivate heavenly lust, unless one becomes that lone ancient sage, who can completely sever the emotions in their heart?

Witnessing compatriots die at the hands of demonic evil cultivators.

Even the most good-natured cultivator has long harbored a chestful of righteous indignation.

Now, with the complete annihilation of the Demon Kings and Lords of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, and the remaining dozen or so decisively retreating.

Without the anchor of a Dao Body Realm.

The remaining Blood-Stained Realm and Dao-Entering Realm demons have virtually become a feast on the table, at the disposal of the Human Race.

Even having fought for days, bodies weary, but facing these demonic evil cultivators before them, the human cultivators, forged in blood battles, still erupt with a fresh surge of power, propelling them to continue slaughtering these invaders!

"Kill!"

Roaring at the heavens, the rejuvenated human cultivators charged once more towards the demonic evil cultivators in front of them.

However, unlike the beginning, at this moment, the human cultivators were ablaze with fighting spirit, whereas those demonic evil cultivators, witnessing their own Demon Kings and Lords abandoning them and leaving.

No longer having their former protection to rely on, they clearly became sacrificial pawns in the eyes of the human cultivators.

All they could do now was barely hang on for dear life.

In no time, the blood battle resumed.

But with no fighting spirit left and fear in their hearts, the demonic evil cultivators were no match for the human cultivators, and the battle instantly turned into a one-sided massacre.

The demonic evil cultivators励 to resist, fighting as they retreated, attempting to escape the battlefield and seek a chance at life.

Yet, even with some determined to fight to the death, the demonic evil cultivators struggled to withstand the siege of the human cultivators.

Whenever demons gathered together, holding out in groups, a divine light would descend from the sky dome, smashing them into a bloody pulp, shattering the courage they had painstakingly mustered.

A great victory!

An unprecedented great victory!

Neither the ordinary cultivators who participated in the blood battle nor the human true monarchs who experienced the Dao Body free-for-all expected this major battle to end so smoothly, so perfectly.

In this engagement, all of the Human Race True Monarchs except for a few who were injured survived.

While the ordinary cultivators suffered significant casualties, it was far better than expected, especially the remaining human cultivators—after this blood battle, supplemented by the deliberate blessings of the Human Path Merit—almost completely transformed.

The average advance was at least two or three small realms.

Such significant progress even astonished the Human Race True Monarchs.

"It seems that the Dao's favoritism towards my Human Race has grown stronger; otherwise, a single blood battle could never have resulted in such substantial progress for these youngsters."

After inspecting the cultivation levels and physical states of a few ordinary cultivators, Zhong Gu's eyes showed a different hue, nodding secretly.

The improvement of these ordinary cultivators this time was not only significant but their foundations remained extremely solid and robust, with no hollowness or instability due to rapid advancement.