Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Atop Yin Yang Magneto Spiritless Mountain, within the Dark Demon Palace.

Jiang Ding sat upright on the Six Dao Throne, his sword placed beside him, playing with a fist-sized Ice Snow Palace in his hand.

Below the ninety-nine black jade steps, Tushan Maiden Corps leader and Military Sect Sect Master Hei Louxi, Great Sun Longsword Commander Master Xufang True Monarch, Chaos Law Heavenly Commander Master Tianyang True Monarch, along with eight titled maids, various Cultivator Camp leaders, Immortal Qingyun, Scorching Sun Immortal, Immortal Yin Dao, and seventy-nine others.

The immortals concentrated their minds and held their breaths, not daring to look directly, only using their peripheral vision to watch the person on the throne.

These were all the generals of the Tushan Central Court, with all the immortals of the Northern Plains gathered here.

Even if some immortals were still hidden in the shadows, they could not hope to cultivate using a Fourth-Order Spiritual Vein; once discovered, they would be immediately expelled from the Northern Plains. In the face of the greater good of the Human Race, there would be no tolerance for those attempting to muddy the waters or hitch a free ride.

Wanting to preserve strength and share in the spoils after the battle was utterly impossible.

Even in defeat, Jiang Ding would first execute those who had refused to contribute during the war and then appeared afterwards; he would not tolerate it.

”There’s no need for a military review.”

”If you say it’s fine, then it’s fine,”

Jiang Ding said indifferently.

He casually tossed the Ice Snow Palace in his hand, allowing it to enlarge and expand to several miles in size. The Ice Snow Palace, crystal clear and radiant, emitted a coldness capable of freezing the bodies of Golden Pill Monks.

It was indeed a prized treasure of the Western Desert Demon Race Dynasty, the Emperor’s moving palace.

As the Ice Snow Palace expanded, the tiny figures within it gradually became visible to the naked eye.

Many immortals’ pupils slightly constricted.

Inside the Ice Snow Palace, rivers of blood flowed, and severed limbs lay scattered everywhere. Many Demon Kings and Demon Monarch corpses were strewn about, the blood still vividly red, preserved well by the surrounding cold, almost recreating the terrifying scene of the massacre.

Even the faces of many Demon Monarchs retained their expressions of terror in perfect detail.

In all the wounds, there was only one commonality – the traces of a sword.

At this moment, a chill went through the hearts of all immortals.

At the edges of these corpses, there were some surviving Demon Generals, Demon Kings, and Demon Monarchs who had not participated in the fight, maybe out of cowardice, perhaps due to lack of time, or possibly due to some foresight; clever beings, both humans and demons, were always numerous.

Thus, they survived, falling into a comatose state induced by a powerful seal.

The hall was dead silent.

There were no noises, no sounds of breathing; the weakest here were Immortals of Nascent Soul, who had no need for such, all patiently waiting.

”Ugh, my head hurts, damn it, who’s looking for death...”

The first Demon to awaken was a Demon Monarch from the Mysterious Tiger Clan, one of the Six Great Royal Clans. He was naturally hot-tempered and lawless, quickly angered to the point of daring to challenge even peers from the Ice Phoenix royal family.

”Who’s looking for death...”

”...death... death...”

The next moment, this hulking Demon Monarch with the head of a tiger trembled, his teeth chattering.

Nearly a hundred Human Race immortals!

And one young man in green robes seated on the throne, calmly looking at him.

The Mysterious Tiger Demon Monarch clutched his own mouth tightly, not allowing any sound to escape.

”Human Race...”

”Heavenly Monarch, Heavenly Monarch...”

”Your Majesty, Your Majesty, save the Emperor...”

As time passed, inside the Ice Snow Palace, the sealed Demons, dormant for twelve years, gradually awoke, causing chaos and noise.

Many Demon Race Imperial Guards picked up their weapons, forming military formations, swallowing nervously as they stared around them, their combat readiness extremely high.

However, upon seeing the young man in green robes on the Six Dao Throne, all courage drained from the Demon Race Imperial Guards, who in a tight formation, protected their Emperor without daring any provocative actions.

Gradually, the Ice Phoenix Demon Monarch, who had endured the tightest sealing, awoke.