Primal Phantom Armor covered the soldiers from head to toe, glowing with golden radiance as if forged from adamantine. Their helmets revealed only their eyes, and vicious blades jutted from their shoulders, knees, and wrists, gleaming with cold light—clearly capable of cutting through any enemy. It was a terrifying sight—iron-headed warriors armed to the teeth.
With battle axes in hand, each over two meters long and bearing savage, gleaming blades, they formed a legion of destruction. A single swing of one of these axes could cleave even a massive beast in two—these were pure instruments of slaughter.
"Kill!!"
Cheng Yaojin let out a thunderous roar, swinging his Heavenly Gang Battle Axe forward.
Crack!
A dazzling golden arc of axe light swept across the battlefield like a streak of lightning. Where it passed, countless undead at the front lines were cleaved in half, their souls shattered by the radiant strike. Within a radius of 3,000 zhang, everything was obliterated.
It looked exactly like mowing grass.
The number of undead slain in an instant was easily in the hundreds of thousands.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!!"The undead army knew no fear. They surged forward like a tidal wave, wave after wave, endlessly filling the battlefield. Even as the front lines were wiped out by one axe swing, more undead immediately filled the gap, charging madly toward the Demon-Slaying Corps.
In a mere breath's time, the undead had engaged the Demon-Slaying Corps in close combat. Countless attacks bombarded the soldiers.
But when they struck the Primal Phantom Armor, they were either blocked by its golden radiance or deflected entirely. Even when the radiance was pierced, the armor itself withstood the blows, sending attackers flying. They simply couldn't break through the defense.
Once the Demon-Slaying soldiers charged into the undead tide, they were like tigers among sheep. Swinging their axes casually, one could hear the cracking of bones as skeletal remains scattered everywhere.
Wherever they passed—nothing but bones.
Every soldier of the Demon-Slaying Corps possessed strength at least equal to that of the Nascent Soul realm, and when grouped into a unified formation, they became unstoppable.
The Sea of Undead relied on numbers, not individual strength.
The result of such a clash was predictable.
If they had faced normal enemies, the foe would've already collapsed. But the undead felt no fear. The deaths of their own kind didn't faze them in the slightest. Waves of attacks continued to pour down on the Demon-Slaying Corps, threatening to drown them.
Though one or two attacks were nothing, thousands came at once, relentlessly. Even the golden radiance of the armor dimmed under such pressure.
Still, the Demon-Slaying Corps pressed forward, charging straight at the Giant Bone City ahead.
Their goal was singular—reach it and destroy it.
Their assault was unstoppable.
Everywhere they passed, undead were crushed.
The massive Demon-Slaying Corps banner fluttered proudly across the battlefield.
At the front, Cheng Yaojin led the charge, like a spearhead tearing through the Sea of Undead. Before him loomed the gates of Bone City—built entirely of white bone. He grinned viciously as his body swelled to over a thousand zhang tall, becoming a giant. His Heavenly Gang Battle Axe grew with him.
"A mere Bone City dares block your Grandpa Cheng? Eat my axe!"
With a savage laugh, Cheng Yaojin swung his axe at the towering gates.
Crack!!
It was like the world itself had split. The massive gates shattered under his strike and collapsed with a thunderous boom.
The city gates flew open.
"Brothers, we can't let our allied corps fight alone! Air support! Kill!!"Mu Guiying, watching from above, raised an eyebrow and issued her order with heroic resolve, spear in hand.
The Million-Strong Divine Raven Legion took flight.
Massive fire Raven beat their wings, and burning feathers began to rain from the skies like a fiery storm. The moment they touched the undead, wails of agony erupted as bodies ignited and souls burned to ash.
It was a terrifying scene.
These fire crows were pure flames incarnate, their bodies infused with traces of Sun True Fire, which held overwhelming power against demonic and undead entities. To the undead, it was lethal.
With countless fire feathers raining down like arrows, the battlefield became a sea of fire. Undead were burned to ash on the spot. Even the endless skeletal remains ignited and crumbled. Rebirth into skeletons? Impossible.
The mighty Sea of Undead was reduced to ashes under the storm of fire feathers.
Volcanic Realm.
Across the realm stood towering volcanoes. Some erupted constantly, spewing ash and magma in all directions. According to scouts, there were over 100,000 volcanoes in the realm—both dormant and active. Because of this constant volcanic activity, sunlight was rare. The sky was perpetually gray.
This was paradise for the Volcano Tribe.
They bathed in magma and lived inside volcanoes instead of cities. They carved chambers and tunnels into the volcanic rock, forming a vast network of interconnected homes. The volcanoes were their sacred ground. The magma was both food and life. As long as there was lava, they had sustenance and could reproduce.
Each volcano formed a distinct tribe—these were their strongholds.
To the Volcano Tribe, guarding the volcanoes was the greatest happiness.
Their humanoid bodies radiated flame. Their skin was crimson. In battle, they transformed into molten lava giants—fiery beings who rarely contacted outsiders. Peaceful unless provoked—but once angered, they fought to the death with unwavering unity.
Cutting across the Volcanic Realm was a massive Lava River known as the Heavenfire Blood River, flowing past many volcanoes. The tribes used the river to travel among volcanoes, forming a unique social and survival structure.
Whoosh!
One day, a rainbow-colored light flashed through the sky.
Moments later, Great Yi's Immortal Cities began descending from the heavens, dropping into pre-designated positions.
"Chief, what's that?"
A Volcano Tribe child pointed curiously at the sky from a volcano's mouth.
"Don't worry. That's the human race's Immortal Cities. If I'm not mistaken, they're from the Great Yi Sacred Court. Relax—it won't affect us. This is the Volcanic Realm. No human can survive here. They'll leave soon."
An old Volcano Tribe elder stroked his beard and chuckled.
They had already noticed the scouts. But they weren't worried. No one could live here but them. The environment was too extreme. Any outsider would leave eventually.
"Yeah, we've seen them sneaking around the volcanoes before. Let them mess around—they won't last. This place is so barren even birds won't land. No other race wants to be here but us."
A middle-aged tribe member laughed. The falling Immortal Cities were nothing more than entertainment.
It had been a long time since anything this exciting happened in the Volcanic Realm.
They were just watching the show.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Under the watchful eyes of the Volcano Tribe, Immortal Cities from Great Yi settled smoothly into their designated locations, merging with the land and absorbing nearby spiritual veins.
"So hot—at least 40°C out here."
"Volcanic Realm really is harsh. But I'm sure we'll conquer it in time."
"Brothers! Turning this harsh realm into a livable land is exactly what Great Yi excels at. We knew this would be tough—what's a few volcanoes?"
"Everyone, get moving!"
The cities weren't empty. Many civilians had come along—some relocated from existing Great Yi territories, others were newcomers. This mix of veterans and new settlers helped everyone adapt faster to Great Yi's system.
As the cities stabilized, citizens rushed out and began scattering bags of seeds across the barren lands like rain.
The ground was cracked and scorching. An egg dropped here would cook in seconds. Seeds had no chance of sprouting—in fact, they'd be cooked instantly.
"Requesting rainfall from the Dragon Clan."
Once seeds were sown, thunder and lightning roared in the sky. Clouds surged. Dragon roars echoed from the heavens. A dragon-shaped silhouette formed in the thick clouds…