These few members of the Ice God’s lineage followed the Spirit Clan to hide, but now they once again had to face a moment of life and death.
In just one hour of bloody fighting, the outermost line of defense collapsed completely. More than half of the three hundred spirit race elite warriors were dead or injured, their bodies were scattered on the ground, and blood flowed like rivers. The route was destroyed.
Elder Qingxuan’s eyes reddened as he watched his clan members and the younger generation, who had been by his side day and night, fall one after another and die on the battlefield. His heart was broken and he felt excruciating pain.
These elites were the Spirit Race’s future hope, the backbone protecting their ancestral land, but now they were bleeding on the battlefield, powerless to turn the tide.
“Retreat across the front line! Retreat to the heart of the ancient forest and defend to the death, relying on the terrain!”
Having no other choice, Elder Qingxuan gritted his teeth and, with tears in his eyes, issued the order to retreat.
The remaining Spirit Clan cultivators fought and retreated, suffering defeat after defeat, and finally retreated into the depths of the Ten Thousand Spirits Ancient Forest.
Wei Pengkun’s troops followed closely, relentlessly pursuing them. Their iron cavalry trampled the grass and trees, and their holy light burned the forest. They burned, massacred, and looted along the way, committing all kinds of atrocities. The flames of war quickly spread throughout the ancient forest.
Deep in the ancient forest, towering ancient trees, thousands of years old, burned fiercely in the light and sacred fire, thick smoke billowed, their trunks charred and broken, then collapsed with a loud bang.
Weak spiritual plant seeds, which had just begun to develop intelligence, were uprooted, trampled for no reason, and had their life force severed.
Elven settlements were forcibly invaded, leaving the elderly, women, and children with nowhere to escape. They were all surrounded, and despair enveloped the entire ancient forest.
The Chief of the Qingmu Tribe stood on the high platform in front of the Qingmu Palace, staring at the flames and billows of smoke, listening to the cries and screams of his people. His face was pale and his heart was broken.
The staff made from his natal spirit wood trembled slightly in his hand, and his body was surrounded by a continuous stream of turquoise primordial spiritual light.
His cultivation had reached the ninth rank of True God, making him the strongest among the Spirit Race. However, facing tens of thousands of elite troops from the Divine Race, as well as two powerful but still injured Divine Race generals, he knew in his heart that the chances of winning this battle were extremely small and the situation was hopeless.
Several elderly elders rushed forward, kneeling and kowtowing, tears streaming down their faces, their voices hoarse with despair: “Clan leader, the situation is already hopeless, there is no way to reverse it!”
“Immediately hand over this city to the divine race, hand over all the spiritual vein resources and inherited cultivation techniques. Perhaps this will preserve the spiritual race’s remaining bloodlines and give them a glimmer of hope. Don’t resist until the end, lest you destroy the entire race!”
Another elder, filled with regret, sobbed softly, “I shouldn’t have been soft-hearted and formed an alliance, I shouldn’t have helped David, and I shouldn’t have gotten involved in the chaos of the Valley of Freedom!”
Why should our clan be exterminated when we have been living peacefully in the ancient forest? David is now barely able to protect himself, his soul is sealed; why should my Spirit Clan be forced to perish with him?
More and more tribesmen knelt down and begged, their cries, regrets, and complaints filled the valley, and the atmosphere of despair grew stronger.
Panic gripped the people, morale collapsed, and the shadow of destruction loomed over every member of the Eldar.
Chief Aoki slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath inhaling the air filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood, and countless memories flashed through his mind.
For a thousand years, the Wanling Ancient Forest has been peaceful and serene, where people live and work in peace and contentment, without any conflict with the world.
David entered the forest alone, exerting all his cultivation to repair the drained spiritual veins and save the lives of his entire clan.
When Elder Qingxuan led his elite troops into battle, his spirited and determined figure, vowing to protect his clan to the death—these scenes reappeared vividly, unforgettable.
He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze firm, showing no signs of giving up. He slammed his wooden staff heavily onto the bluestone ground, the dull thud echoing throughout the valley, drowning out all the cries and complaints.
“All clan members, rise and stand!”
His voice was not loud, but majestic and deep, directly touching the heart: “Our Spirit Clan has lived in the Ten Thousand Spirits Ancient Forest for generations, guarding the mountains and forests, protecting the spiritual veins, living in peace with the world, and owes no favors to anyone in the heavens.”
In the past, when the spiritual veins were depleted and the entire clan was on the verge of extinction, it was David who devoted himself to helping repair the spiritual veins, continuing the ten thousand year old foundation of our spiritual clan, and saving the lives of all clan members, both young and old.
This life-saving gift will be remembered by the People of the Holy Spirit for generations to come, and will never be forgotten. How could we betray him and be ungrateful in times of crisis?
“The gods launched a massive invasion today, not because we helped David.”
Chief Qingmu’s tone became more and more firm, his gaze swept across all the clan members present, every word full of power: “The God Clan has ambitions, intending to unify the Sixteen Heavens, enslave all the foreign races in the heavens, and make our God Clan the only supreme!”
Today they destroyed the Valley of Freedom, tomorrow they massacred my Spirit Race, and the day after tomorrow they will conquer the rest of the weaker races! Even if we close the door, bow our heads in surrender, and beg for peace, we will still not avoid the catastrophe of extermination and enslavement one day!
“Today’s battle is not for David, nor is it for foreign aid, but solely for the survival of the Spirit Clan’s bloodline! Only so that our descendants will not become slaves of the God Clan! Only to protect our ancestral homeland and the dignity of our race!”
“Instead of kneeling on the ground, lamenting humiliation, it is better to stand tall, fight to the death, and die standing up!”
As soon as he finished speaking, his ambition was immediately ignited.
The tribesmen who had been kneeling rose to their feet, wiping away their tears, gripping their weapons and staff tightly. The fear in their eyes faded, replaced by a burning fighting spirit and a reawakening of lust consumed them completely.
“I am willing to follow the clan leader and defend the ancient forest to the death!”
“I would rather die standing than live on my knees!”
“Fight to the end, never give up!”
The remaining hundreds of warriors roared in unison, their momentum was extraordinary, facing the tens of thousands of divine warriors head-on without any fear.
FAQ Novel
Q: What is the condition of the Pure Yang Immortal Body?
A: It is severely damaged, retaining only 30% of its peak combat power.
Q: How was the ancient spirit race’s protective barrier compromised?
A: Zhi Zhan identified a weak point, directing concentrated attacks that led to its collapse.
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