The powerful figures of the demon race are not fools; how could they not know the might of the army? Naturally, they refuse to jump down from the body of the Ba Snake.
The Bear Demon King, hearing this, fought while retreating towards the blood pit. His wings fluttered behind him at lightning speed, and even the eight Divine Spirits could not stop him, having no choice but to watch as the Bear Demon King fell into the blood pit.
At this moment, demon aura surged into the sky from the blood pit, as numerous Great Demons appeared on the surface of the bloody water, glaring angrily at the eight Divine Spirits of the human race.
"Damn! How are there so many Great Demons? Have all the mighty ones of the demon race run to the human territory?"
Looking at the dozens of Great Demons in the blood pit, the eight Divine Spirits stopped in fright, a tinge of horror flashing in their eyes.
Though they had become Divine Spirits, they were aware of their own strengths and weaknesses. Any Great Demon could rival their power in combat, and the likes of the Bear Demon King were even far superior. Unless the eight Divine Spirits were tired of living, they dared not assault the blood pit.
Watching the continuously clamoring Great Demons, the eight Divine Spirits retreated, approached Prince Pingbian, and bowed: "We salute the Prince."
"Why don't you seize the moment to pursue and kill those abominations and reclaim Creation?" Prince Pingbian inquired.
Previously, the Divine Spirit who mastered Thunder smiled wryly: "Great King, you might not know, but there's a blood pool above, with dozens of Great Demons. The eight of us going there would only serve as a feast for them."
"Is there really such a thing?" Prince Pingbian feigned ignorance.
The Divine Spirit nodded: "Indeed."
"Someone bring all the eighth-rank Divine Spirits from the Northern Land!" Prince Pingbian commanded.
Upon hearing this, a guard immediately used Yin Spirit Emergence to deliver the message. In the Northern Land, Prince Pingbian was like the ruler of the heavens; no one dared to defy his order, not even a Divine Spirit.
Xie Lingyun spoke: "Why not summon an army of three hundred thousand, encircle this place, and ensure those Great Demons cannot escape? With such a force, those lawless Great Demons will surely die."
Hearing this, Prince Pingbian glanced at Xie Lingyun: "To mobilize three hundred thousand troops would take no less than seven or eight days, but given the current rate at which the Great Snake is shrinking, it will disappear in less than seven or eight days. I fear those abominations will flee before the army even arrives."
Prince Pingbian merely wished to drive the demon race experts away; he had no intention of dealing the killing blow. He still needed to leverage the demon race's experts to eliminate the forces of the Inspection and Supervision Department — how could he truly aim to kill the Great Demons?
With Prince Pingbian's decree, numerous eighth-rank Divine Spirits from the Northern Land arrived; in no time, over thirty eighth-rank Divine Spirits joined the fray. They unleashed their Divine Techniques upon the blood pool, causing divine radiance to ripple through the heavens and the earth, spreading a terrifying wave of Divine Power, shading the sky and dimming the sun and moon.
Zhang Chen sat cross-legged on the Ba Snake, using the Divine Power of the jade brick to shield himself within a radius of three feet, deflecting the surrounding Divine Technique's aftereffects away the moment they approached within this range.
What left the deepest impression on Zhang Chen was the Mouse Spirit. Its eyes emitted a beam of white light, and wherever the light landed, the Divine Spirits seemed to be caught in a Time Delay Technique, moving as if in slow motion, influenced by the light.
"The Power of Time, huh?" Zhang Chen rubbed his fingers, feeling a bit envious. If he could kill that Mouse Spirit, could he perhaps obtain some Skill Fragments?
Zhang Chen did not act rashly but quietly observed the combat between everyone. The dozens of Great Demons and several dozen Divine Spirits were locked in a chaotic battle, preventing anyone from cultivating in peace, with neither side gaining any real advantage.
Yet, the human race had over thirty eighth-rank Divine Spirits, while the blood pool held sixty to seventy Great Demons, almost double the number of Divine Spirits, causing them to fall into a disadvantageous position.
Fortunately, the Divine Spirits were not foolish and did not engage in direct slaughter with the demon race but instead cooperated to continuously skirmish with the demon race.
The human race Divine Spirits knew that as long as they delayed time, the Yang God experts of the human race would intervene after the Heavenly Laws' turmoil ceases. At that time, these beasts would be doomed.
Thus, to the human race Divine Spirits, holding the demon race at bay was victory!
As the battle continued in the blood pool, the blood water splashed everywhere, struck out by the power of Divine Technique, eagerly caught by the soldiers and Martial World people below.
Divine Spirits and Great Demons clashed, both sides caught in a mixed melee with varied outcomes, the battle reaching a hard-fought stalemate.
Outside the battlefield, Chen Sanliang and the Master of Qingqiu, Bai Cang, observed the situation. Chen Sanliang, whose cultivation was inferior to Bai Cang, inquired, "How long will the turmoil of the Heavenly Laws last?"
Bai Cang sensed briefly and then replied, "Even though the world's instincts are constantly correcting, it will still take two or three months to completely calm the chaotic Heavenly Laws."
"Time is enough." Hearing this, Chen Sanliang smiled.
Bai Cang turned to Chen Sanliang: "Sir, it seems you've gained quite a lot?"
"My body has fused with Ba Snake Essence Blood, inheriting part of the Ba Snake Spiritual Mark Fragment, mastering a little of the Ba Snake's power." Chen Sanliang chuckled, "But it does not compare to the Great King's harvest."
Hearing this, Bai Cang smiled: "I have a formidable foundation, while you, sir, have come from nothing, making any comparison meaningless."
Upon hearing this, Chen Sanliang's face was full of wistfulness, devoid of joy, instead filled with melancholy: "Only from today on, I can no longer consider myself part of the human race."
"Joining the demon race was not your wish, sir?" Bai Cang asked.
Chen Sanliang remained silent.
"I see that old fellow Prince Pingbian is getting anxious. The Northern Land hardly births Creation, yet we benefited from it. I wonder how angry those two-legged sheep are at us now," Bai Cang looked down at the human army, eyes full of mockery.