This hand was covered in thick keratin layers. Mountain Fierce didn’t believe the human woman’s thin blades could cut through it. Moreover, if she insisted on attacking, the stone pillar would inevitably strike her. Even if she managed to injure its arm, the pillar would turn her into a pulp.
But Xia Lei didn’t dodge.
The twin blades struck Mountain Fierce’s arm without hesitation, and simultaneously, the stone pillar hit her.
Compared to the demon’s, her small body was sent flying, spinning several times in the air before crashing heavily to the ground. She rolled a couple of times before coming to a stop, leaving a pool of blood in her wake.
Xia Lei coughed a few times, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and stood up. The energy shield behind her was dimmer, with some cracks appearing, but otherwise, she seemed unharmed.
“Next!” the Queen of Cloud Peak murmured, already searching for her next target.
Over there, Mountain Fierce’s head and arms had just hit the ground.
Xia Lei had activated her class skill, Triple Blade. Although the skill hadn’t been upgraded, she was now an eight-star evolved, with all her attributes significantly enhanced. Moreover, the combat suit further amplified her abilities.
And let’s not forget, what kind of weapon had she been using before, and what was she using now? These were two gold-grade weapons!
With all these factors combined, even a level-eight demon monster with high defense was destined to have its defenses breached.
Mountain Fierce was indeed formidable, but its arms and head weren’t its most well-defended areas. Under Xia Lei’s terrifying Triple Blade, it was instantly killed.
On the battlefield, Liang Chuyin faced off against the agile level-eight demon monster while the Rat King and his wife were attacking another. Most of their Rat Army had entered the underground defenses of Cloud Peak and Ying City, but the cautious couple had brought along a significant number of elite rats, all at levels five or six. Together with the Rat King and his wife, they held off one of the largest groups of level-eight demon monster nobles.
Meanwhile, Jiu Bao was locked in a fierce battle with another level-eight demon monster. Both were massive creatures, and the area within hundreds of meters around them was devoid of other life, as everyone feared being caught in the crossfire.
Little Tiger, Mo Ye (who had already won one battle), and Yellow Ball also had their respective opponents.
The addition of these level-eight beings from Cloud Peak gradually stabilized the situation, which had been perilous just moments ago.
Similarly, Ye Zhongming, Red Hair, and Xia Bai also fought against their peers.
With Yangos, Cloud Peak’s air force, and numerous weapons like the Violent Thunder Turrets keeping the demon monster air force occupied, Red Hair and Xia Bai could quickly locate Ye Zhongming, who was in the midst of a fierce fight.
He had found the demon commander, a mental-type monster that resembled a blood-drained elk, standing slightly taller than a human—a relatively small species among demons.
As a level-eight being, its aura was noticeably stronger than others, likely due to its role as an aide to the Nine-Winged Crow, which allowed it to reach the late stage of level eight without being devoured.
The trap it had set for Ye Zhongming consisted of twenty level-eight demons and over a thousand level-seven demons!
Even if Ye Zhongming were a level-nine being, killing all of them would take some effort.
The elk demon monster was confident of its victory.
But as the battle began, Ye Zhongming’s terrifying combat power shocked the demon monster. Even now, it looked at its opponent with a mix of fear and disbelief.
Because Ye Zhongming was killing far too quickly.
The demon couldn’t understand why there was always an area around this human filled with light and sand. Any demon that entered this area would slow down drastically, and with the human wielding a weapon as sharp as a divine artifact, killing the demon monsters became effortless.
If the Nine-Winged Crow were here, it would have recognized the weapon in Ye Zhongming’s hands—it belonged to the old man from the Saint Light Hall, a true divine artifact.
The demon had considered using its mental abilities to interfere with or attack Ye Zhongming, but the human’s mental energy seemed endless, rendering its attacks nearly useless!
All it could do was throw its underlings at him, hoping to overwhelm him with numbers.
But what worried the demon monster commander was that this human’s defenses were also abnormally strong. While he was indeed powerful, and the light field around him created a deadly zone for demons, the sheer number of demon monsters meant that attacks from all sides—front, back, left, right, and above—still had a chance to land. Many attacks had already struck the human.
Attacks of this magnitude would have killed even a level-eight demon, but this human seemed completely unfazed, continuing to fight without pause.
By now, Ye Zhongming had already killed seven level-eight demons, and the level-seven demons were being slaughtered like vegetables, with over a hundred already dead.
In other words, Ye Zhongming had eliminated roughly a third of the commander’s forces.
The situation worsened further when Xia Bai and Red Hair arrived. While these two women weren’t as terrifying as Ye Zhongming, they were stronger than their peers. The commander had to use many level-seven demons to keep them occupied, preventing them from joining forces with Ye Zhongming.
But it finally realized something: it might not be able to kill Ye Zhongming.
“Human from another world, perhaps we can talk,” the demon monster commander suddenly sent a mental message to Ye Zhongming.
But Ye Zhongming responded by killing another level-eight demon.
“This world is on the brink of collapse. It’s not just our king seeking a way out; we are, too. And you hold the key to a new world. We should be able to cooperate.”
Ye Zhongming finally reacted, but not in the way the demon expected. He sneered, “You want to talk because you’re losing?”
“Yes, you’re right. After witnessing your strength, I clearly understand the outcome of this battle. You will win, and there’s no denying that.”
The demon monster commander’s communication was smooth, and it openly admitted that the demon army was on the verge of defeat.
In a war fought on the humans’ chosen battlefield, at the humans’ chosen time, and in the humans’ chosen manner, the demon monster army’s defeat was not surprising.
“But what price will you pay to annihilate us completely? What price will your subordinates pay? In terms of numbers, we still outnumber you several times over. In terms of high-level beings, we still have the advantage. Even someone as powerful as you—how badly will you be injured after killing me? What about these two subordinates of yours? If I use low-level underlings to tie you down, how many of their peers can they hold off? If I order all the demons to focus their attacks on a portion of your subordinates, how long can they last?”
The demon commander laid out the possible strategies it could employ.
Ye Zhongming’s attacks slowed slightly. He knew this was true. Cloud Peak was destined to win, but ending this battle would still take considerable time, meaning continuous casualties.
“Our king’s aura has weakened significantly. It must have fallen into your trap. It may die, which means our freedom. And I will become the new king here. I believe this status allows me to negotiate with you, right?”