The biting winds of slaughter were but a backdrop, the corpse of the Demon King merely a stepping stone.

Ji Zhaonan strode forth, dragging his spear.

In white robe and silver armor, amidst the fierce winds and heavy snow, he turned back!

All this transpired too swiftly, life and death truly hanging in a single breath, a single thought.

Shi Shanhui roared with all his might, Xi Yanbing hurled his flying round shield, each activating divine abilities and arts. Yet, fundamentally, it was all in vain.

Chun Yu Gui’s single sword cleaved the world asunder; Ji Zhaonan’s single spear pierced the heart.

Strong as Changkong Wang Ying Ke Xun was, he perished utterly, without a struggle.

The vivid ice sculpture of his form shattered into powder the next instant. The blood-colored hook-sickle spear also frosted over, its sanguine hue gradually fading.

As another Demon King’s corpse dissolved, the extreme cold wind seemed to intensify, growing even more biting.

The frost wind pressed down from above, bearing a hundred thousand zhang of oppressive might.

Huhu!

In this Frost Wind Valley, where countless lives had withered, the tide of battle had irrevocably turned!

Shi Shanhui’s golden curls blazed like flame, his eyes instantly turning fierce, dangerously sharp.

He opened his golden eyes once more, unleashing his Purple Mansion Golden Eyes, glaring straight at Jiang Wang!

Indeed, Chun Yu Gui and Ji Zhaonan had forged an extraordinary tacit understanding through their prolonged battles in Frost Wind Valley, and their cooperation to slay Ying Ke Xun was nigh perfect. Yet, the emergence of this tacit understanding simultaneously meant that the newly arrived Jiang Wang was, for the moment, an outsider among the three; at this moment, he stood alone!

The extreme cold wind pressed ever closer, yet Shi Shanhui no longer retreated.

Chun Yu Gui’s sword that cleaved the world, Ji Zhaonan’s effortless turn—he simply disregarded them.

The soul-level Purple Mane Golden Eyes Giant Lion, without hesitation, lunged towards the Chaotian Que, charging towards the Celestial Gate where the Six Desires Bodhisattva resided.

Risking mutual injury, he *must* forcefully breach the soul world!

Even if the Purple Mane Golden Eyes Lion were reduced to a mere remnant body crashing into the soul world, he still held confidence in securing the final victory. The previous reluctance to self-harm his origin now vanished, replaced by grim resolve!

The Demon Race had lost one Changkong Wang, Ying Ke Xun. If the Human Race side did not pay a corresponding price, then once the extreme cold wind dissipated, the situation in Frost Wind Valley was bound to shift.

How could Shi Shanhui allow this?

The first battle upon arriving in Frost Wind Valley, a battle in which he had held full advantage, how could he possibly lose?!

If he could not save Ying Ke Xun, then he would slay Jiang Wuan.

He had no need to prove anything to anyone.

But if the Human Race possessed the courage to fight to the death for victory, then so too did the Demon Race!

Shi Shanhui roared as if venting his fury.

The Lion Roar divine ability clashed with the Separating World divine ability, collided with Jiang Wang’s sword qi, and warred against the extreme cold wind.

He raged against everything.

For a time, the entire Frost Wind Valley echoed with his roar.

The howling wind became his weapon, his furious roar his army. Sound, at this moment, formed the strongest and most unyielding of weapons, tearing through Jiang Wang’s Ear Prison, piercing into his Sound Hearing Domain.

Behind Jiang Wang, there were clearly still a dozen or so human warriors. Chun Yu Gui and Ji Zhaonan were clearly still demonstrating their sharp prowess.

But at this moment, he seemed to stand alone, as if arrayed against the entire world!

No, Ji Zhaonan was still there!

Ji Zhaonan, who had originally been about to withdraw, now flipped his snow robe, his spear turning back.

In the battlefield of races, he could not possibly leave Jiang Wang to face the enemy alone.

Chun Yu Gui also inverted his grip on his long sword, a stream of light rolling in the air, counter-charging towards the Tianhai Wang.

Suddenly, a thunderous crash!

Almost unnoticed by others, the round shield Xi Yanbing had thrown out abruptly expanded, swelling to several hundred times its original size, its edges protruding, transforming into a wall reaching towards the sky!

Divine ability: Stone Skin!

This could be said to be one of the most ordinary innate divine abilities of the Demon Race. Yet, in Xi Yanbing’s hands, it reached a peak of extreme performance.

With the shield as a wall, it was firm and indestructible.

Its upper half crashed into the extreme cold wind, extending even higher. Its lower half crushed a human warrior who had not managed to dodge in time, smashing deep into the ground.

It had taken root, solemn and imposing, connecting sky and earth, dividing spring and autumn, completely separating Jiang Wang from Ji Zhaonan and Chun Yu Gui.

It had almost replicated Chun Yu Gui’s previous Separating World sword strike, returning it in kind!

And more so!

At this moment, the extreme cold wind had already descended upon Frost Wind Valley, forcing all high-flying figures to press low.

And Xi Yanbing’s shield-turned-stone wall completely separated Jiang Wang on the Demon Race’s side, utterly isolating him from the Human Race.

This meant that unless this stone wall was broken through immediately, Jiang Wang’s only escape route was towards the territory of the Demon Race.

But this wall was not conjured by some simple technique, nor was it merely a manifestation of divine ability light. It was even connected to Xi Yanbing’s life source; Xi Yanbing had initially intended to use it to preserve the life of Changkong Wang!

Had he not failed to arrive in time, Ying Ke Xun fundamentally would not have died.

Its defensive capability was self-evident.

Ji Zhaonan’s spear, Chun Yu Gui’s sword, both thrusting forward for the first time in support, yet their fierce and unmatched offensives crashed against this stone wall, unable to even shake it!

Beforehand, no one could have predicted that the battlefield situation would shift so rapidly.

Only a single, accidental backflow of the frost wind had completely rewritten the course of the war.

In an instant, Ying Ke Xun perished; in an instant, Jiang Wang had fallen into crisis!

If Great Qi’s Wuan Hou, visiting the demon realm for the first time today, were to die here, what would the consequences be?

This question did not even cross Ji Zhaonan’s mind, for he would not allow it to happen.

In that instant, his sword eyebrows lifted, his bound hair flew wildly, his entire body radiating an indescribable blazing light. He was like a being woven purely from beams of light, thus possessing unmatched power.

Divine ability: Unmatched!

For the duration of this divine ability, he was unmatched!

At this moment, he seized all eyes, his surging power almost distorting the environment.

Unmatched Armor, Shaohua Spear, Unmatched covering the world—Ji Zhaonan!

At this moment, he merely shook his spear body, sending forth ten thousand spear shadows, sharper than the sound of the wind. And as he lifted a foot and advanced, the ten thousand spear shadows coalesced into one, a single point of cold light already breaking the formation!

The Shaohua Spear fiercely pierced through the Stone Rhino Demon King’s absolute defense, piercing through this stone wall!

Behind the stone wall, Xi Yanbing stifled a groan, already wounded.

But he merely lifted a hand to wipe his blade, a stony color rapidly spreading over his body. In just a blink, his sturdy form was like a giant stone carving, showing almost no flesh.

As if endless divine ability light rained down upon the stone wall that horizontally separated north and south.

He too was risking his life; today, he *must* leave Jiang Wang here.

The stone wall, forcefully pierced by Ji Zhaonan, did not immediately collapse as expected. But with Xi Yanbing’s support, regardless of cost, it rapidly gained stoniness, mending the gap and further solidifying its grip on the Shaohua Spear.

Ji Zhaonan suddenly pulled out his long spear.

Chun Yu Gui, his grip changed to both hands on his sword, chopped at the gap once more—

Sword qi shattered into countless fragments.

The sword body rebounded and returned again.

His black Daoist robe fluttered in response!

After such nine consecutive chops, Chun Yu Gui’s breath was spent, and he yielded to the side.

By this time, the hand armor on Ji Zhaonan’s hand was already cracked, blood shaking from his tiger’s mouth. But his hands recondensed blazing light, and the Shaohua Spear once again broke formation and struck the wall!

Ji Zhaonan and Chun Yu Gui were tacit enough, their reactions swift enough.

But what kind of person was Jiang Wang, that he would wait to be slaughtered?

Just as Shi Shanhui launched a comprehensive attack on him from sound and soul, just as Xi Yanbing sealed his path with his life-source divine ability,

Between his chest and abdomen, five wheels of blazing light ignited.

Flowing fire encircled his body, a frost cloak unfolded in the void.

He lifted his sword remotely, with a sweep of sword qi lifting the corpse of the crashing mountain king, Lu Qiyi, into the high air.

And his body leaped, advancing continuously, advancing, advancing.

Cutting through the surging tide of sound offensives, sword qi traversing back and forth, he had already chopped at the Tianhai Wang!

Because he advanced too quickly, his body inevitably sustained many wounds.

But he had already withstood the pressure of the soul battlefield, withstood the attack of the Lion Roar, forcefully dragging Shi Shanhui into close combat!

Even from beginning to end, he did not even glance at the stone wall behind him.

He had no plan to break through, no plan to escape.

As if he had never given himself a second choice.

Shi Shanhui had played a good scheme, and indeed displayed extraordinary courage, but he had chosen the wrong opponent!

It wasn’t until Jiang Wang and Shi Shanhui clashed in battle at this moment that the corpse of Lu Qiyi, which he had picked into the high air with a single sword, showed its effect.

This Demon King’s body rapidly dissolved in the frost wind, its potent flesh energy mixing with the ice and frost. After swallowing Lu Qiyi’s corpse, the extreme cold wind’s speed accelerated once again, pouring directly into Frost Wind Valley!

The sight of Ying Ke Xun’s corpse dissolving in the extreme cold wind, in turn strengthening the wind, was seen by Jiang Wang and remembered in his heart. And at this critical moment, he utilized it.

Since Shi Shanhui wanted to rely on the advantage of Lion Roar and Purple Mansion Golden Eyes to charge in and kill fiercely, since he wanted to fight ruthlessly in the extreme cold wind.

Then let the Frost Wind backflow!

Then simply fight in the extreme cold wind!

A new king from the imperial clan of the Demon Race, daring to contest courage with Great Qi’s Wuan Hou, who had fought his way out from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, how absurd!

This was truly a person who had emerged from the bottom, whose veins ran with the blood of the jungle.

From Jiang Wang’s red eyes, which emitted an unyielding light, Tianhai Wang Shi Shanhui saw no other emotions.

He saw only his own reflection, saw his brilliant golden hair and golden armor.

Whether to call it fortunate or unfortunate, he was substantially treated by this pair of eyes as the only opponent at this moment, as the target that would decide life and death.

In this pair of eyes, he saw only one question, unspoken but embodied in the biting killing intent of every sword strike—

“But if I kill you slower, I have to die. I admit it! Do you admit it or not?!”

Shi Shanhui felt his heart tighten!

In a single breath, amidst countless alternating attacks, Ji Zhaonan and Chun Yu Gui finally jointly broke through that stone wall. Xi Yanbing almost collapsed, spitting fresh blood wildly and non-stop.

But at this very moment.

Huhu!

Terrifying extreme cold wind, in an instant, filled Frost Wind Valley.

“Jiang Wang, withdraw first!” Ji Zhaonan urgently shouted.

Chun Yu Gui also held his long sword, accumulating power, while rapidly retreating, saying: “Withdraw with ease, I’ll cover the rear!”

A hint of brightness flashed in Shi Shanhui’s eyes. His fists did not dare slow, still bombarding with life-and-death force, but he actively slowed his soul-level offensives.

Quick escape!

Jiang Wang, quick escape! Then he too could escape!

Compared to leaving Jiang Wang to preserve his own life, at this moment he already infinitely leaned towards the latter. For he truly felt death, and not just imagined it. Previously, he had arrogant contempt for death, until today, when he truly touched it.

At this moment, entangled together, fighting with full force on both sides, there was fundamentally no time to confront the extreme cold wind. Thus, in just a few breaths, frost had already condensed and melted on their bodies, melted and condensed!

Shi Shanhui’s fists grew heavier, Jiang Wang’s sword was not as swift as before.

The cold intent pierced bone, even beginning to seep into the soul.

That Six Desires Bodhisattva, clearly not as treasure-like and solemn. The Purple Mane Golden Eyes Giant Lion, also no longer so majestic.

Shi Shanhui clearly saw the approach of death; he believed Jiang Wang must also be under the same tension.

But Jiang Wang showed no intention of retreating, his sword still heavier than the last, his sword shadows almost mixing with the fist shadows. He even pressed Shi Shanhui forward, pushing him back dozens of steps, then with a sweep of his sword, drew the just-injured Xi Yanbing into the fray!

What was he thinking?!

“You withdraw first!”

In the mad wind, Jiang Wang’s voice was clear as a sword cry, and so resolute, so unyielding!

“Chun Yu Gui! Don’t you want to raise a flag for me?”

He roared: “Raise my purple flag!!!”

At this very moment, everyone felt Jiang Wang’s determination. Today, he *must* slay Shi Shanhui, and was unwilling to even let go of the injured Xi Yanbing!

Where did he get such confidence, such courage?

Ji Zhaonan lifted his spear to advance, but at this moment, a meteorite fell from the sky, a massive stone ball rolling down in the frost wind!

Xi Yanbing, though already heavily injured, cleverly utilized the extreme cold wind, doubling the power of this demon art. Once again, he prevented the Human Race strong ones from aiding Jiang Wang.

Explosions were continuous.

The Shaohua Spear picked and thrust, shattering one stone ball after another.

But Ji Zhaonan himself also retreated step by step.

After forcefully breaking through Xi Yanbing’s life-source divine ability, his strength had already declined. While countering the meteorite rain, he fundamentally could not withstand the invasion of the extreme cold wind, and could only retreat again and again, the first step being to withdraw from Frost Wind Valley.

Chun Yu Gui was stunned in that instant. What he had said before about raising a flag for Wuan Hou was merely a joke, wanting to coax this hothead, to deceive him into exerting more effort, taking on more danger.

No matter how heaven-blessed Jiang Wuan was, he was still several years younger than him, from the generation after theirs. Young people still needed cultivation!

But at this moment, Jiang Wang roared out so seriously, and he was unconsciously inspired. He felt a kind of excitement he had not felt for a long time.

Thus, his right hand sword chopped the meteorite, his left hand beckoned in the air, truly in the process of rapidly retreating, beckoning a Purple Micro Midheaven Supreme Emperor Flag that had fallen to the ground… and raising it!

“Chun Yu Gui boosts Wuan Hou’s might today!”

This flag, whose holder from Qi country was unknown, was now tattered, yet still fluttered in the wind.

The still-living dozen or so human warriors all withdrew from Frost Wind Valley. They were from different forces, their gazes tense and silent, jointly witnessing this scene.

Wang Kun was also outside the valley, at this time urgently shouting: “General Chun Yu! We are people of Jing country! How can we raise the flag of Qi people?”

“Within, there is country; without, there is distinction?! This is the flag of the Human Race!” Chun Yu Gui did not loosen his grip, only raising this purple remnant flag high: “Wuan Hou, slay them!”

In the biting extreme cold wind.

At this moment, only Shi Shanhui, Xi Yanbing, and Jiang Wang remained.

The warriors of the other two races had all withdrawn.

This was a cage match for desperadoes.

This was a game for the brave!

Xi Yanbing was covered in blood, his broken life-source divine ability making him appear tragic.

But he still grasped the state of a strong one, swinging his knife towards Jiang Wang: “Then let’s see who dies first!”

“Come!”

Jiang Wang fought two Demon Kings alone, his long sword already pushed to its limit. Frost had already tinged his eyebrows, his body wounds were all frozen, but he merely roared: “Exchange two lives for mine!”

Great Qi’s Wuan Hou was of course a famous heaven-blessed talent of the Human Race. But Tianhai Wang and Stone Rhino Demon King were not obscure figures in the Demon Race either.

Exchanging life for life, was it worth it?

Exchanging the lives of two Demon Kings for the life of one Human Race heaven-blessed talent, was it worth it?

Even with more courage, one must calculate the cost!

“Jade wares do not clash with pottery jars, Stone Rhino Demon King, let’s go!”

At this moment.

Shi Shanhui finally broke.

In that pair of red-golden pupils, he saw not a trace of wavering.

That kind of firmness was too terrifying.

Never truly confronting this pair of eyes, it was fundamentally impossible to experience that fear!

He turned his body and rapidly fled!

Saying he would go with Xi Yanbing, in reality, he fundamentally did not cover for Xi Yanbing, directly abandoning soul offensives and sound offensives, fleeing for his life. He even flew rapidly close to the ground, completely disregarding a king’s dignity, only because the extreme cold wind at this moment was not yet completely close to the ground, thus he could minimize contact with the extreme cold wind.

Xi Yanbing at this moment was both shocked and angry, both hateful and despairing. If Shi Shanhui had not fled, there was still a slim chance, an opportunity for them to jointly fight and slay Jiang Wang before leaving. With Shi Shanhui gone, his best possible outcome was to perish together with Jiang Wang.

How could he not be angry?

Clutching his long knife tightly, he too fought only in despair.

But those sword qis that had always been stubbornly entangling him suddenly collapsed and scattered.

The snow-bright edge of the Longxiangsi sword came towards his face; he subconsciously blocked—

Jiang Wang, however, turned his body and left!

He saw this young marquis’s figure rapidly treading the void, the Qingyun mark appearing and vanishing, already directly chasing Shi Shanhui!

Jiang Wang’s target was still the Tianhai Wang, and not him, the Stone Rhino Demon King.

At this moment, Xi Yanbing could not describe his mood, could not say whether it was joy or sorrow.

But he clearly saw Jiang Wang’s sword—

He only saw that above the biting cold wind, light still penetrated. Above the sky, the Big Dipper shifted, infinite starlight like a rushing flow. The edge of this sword, the frost wind could not conceal. Thus, this sword brought winter to all under heaven!

The Buzhou Wind had already bloomed, rotating on the sword’s edge.

Leaving an afterimage in the extreme cold wind, and even colder than the frost wind!

“Ugh ah!”

Shi Shanhui’s double pupils almost bled from hatred; he completely could not understand Jiang Wang’s persistence towards him.

He completely did not expect this sword!

Was it not good to live? Was killing one Xi Yanbing not enough to establish merit?

At this moment, his entire body erupted in brilliant gold, the limit of ancient king’s fist exploding—

But it was truly too late.

All glory had already shattered. Those grand moments could only be recalled.

Where was the Golden Crow war chariot patrolling close to the ground?

He fundamentally abandoned his fist; in the great terror of life and death, he gave up his Dao.

And someone was upholding their Dao and going straight forward!

That brilliant golden hair seemed to extinguish, his bloodstained golden armor was also already tattered.

Frost-white Buzhou Wind crushed everything.

Jiang Wang’s Dao path killing sword pierced directly into his back, nailing him dead to the ground!

Shi Shanhui’s fist art was the pursuit of the glorious era of the Demon Race.

But the glorious era of the Demon Race was the dark era of the Human Race.

The era of decline for the Demon Race was the era of the Human Race as the ruler of the present world!

Between them, there were no other positions.

Nothing more than—

You die! I live!