If Yang Wu hadn't broken through to the Star Pattern Realm, he wouldn't have been able to convert the Earthly Sea Qi in his Dantian into Holy Qi. He wouldn't have been able to use the means of a Saint, and it would have been difficult for him to take away more than a hundred people at once.
Now that he had broken through, he could use some means of the Saint Realm, such as the World in the Sleeve. He could use Holy Qi to envelop more than a hundred people and use the power of the World in the Holy Qi to take them away quickly.
The speed of a Half-Step Demon God was extraordinary. How could he let Yang Wu escape so easily?
The other party rushed over at extreme speed. In order to save people, Yang Wu didn't want to stay and fight with the other party. The Nether Ice Winged Blades returned to his body and turned into four wings on his back. They flapped wildly, and his speed soared rapidly.
"So fast, comparable to an Advanced Saint Realm expert. But it's not enough. I can still go faster," Yang Wu exclaimed in his heart.
After reaching the Saint Realm, the gap between each level was very large. That was why the human race divided the Saint Realm into twelve levels. The major levels were divided like other races: Beginner, Intermediate, Advanced, and Pinnacle. Each major level was divided into three sub-levels.
Yang Wu had reached the Level Three Star Pattern Realm, which was the Late-stage Beginner Saint Realm. One more step and he would be Intermediate Saint Realm.
When he was in the Dragon Transformation Realm, he already had the strength of a mid-rank Saint. When he advanced to the third level of the Celestial Rune Realm, mid-rank Saints were no longer his match. Only high-rank Saints had the strength to fight him. When he unleashed his full strength, having the speed of a high-rank Saint wasn't an exaggeration.
When he used the Nether Ice Winged Blades at full speed, his speed increased again, and directly reached the speed of a Pinnacle Saint Realm expert.
He had pushed his strength to the limit, but unfortunately, it wasn't enough to completely shake off the Half-Step Demon God's pursuit.
The other party had touched the Half-Step Divine Realm, and his strength was far beyond any Saint Realm expert.
"You won't be able to escape," the half-step Fiendcelestial shouted as he swung his giant club at Ye Xiwen.
"Damn it, I can't escape." Yang Wu felt the power coming from behind, and was extremely anxious, but there was nothing he could do.
If he couldn't protect the people around him, he could take out his divine weapon and risk it. But he had to protect them, so he couldn't risk it.
"Wait for this Immortal Emperor to make a move. Take them away quickly." At the critical moment, Little Hei said and leaped out from Yang Wu's shoulder. Her figure continued to grow as she extended her front claws to block the half-step Demon God's attack.
"Fortunately, Little Wu has broken through to the Saint Stage, and my combat strength has also been unsealed. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to block it." Little Hei rejoiced in her heart.
If he could kill Nether Prison Fiend, he could naturally kill this half-step Fiendcelestial.
However, it did not want to help Yang Wu unless it was absolutely necessary.
From its point of view, Yang Wu had to be tempered at his limits and in desperate situations in order to force out his most powerful combat potential.
At present, Yang Wu's combat strength had only just reached the entry level.
"A black dog dares to stand in my way? Die!" The Half-step Demon God roared and closed in on Ye Futian. He swung his giant club again, and the space seemed to be crushed into pieces. The power was terrifying.
"You dare to be arrogant in front of this Immortal Emperor with such little strength? You really don't know what's good for you." Little Hei said disdainfully. She extended her front claws again, and they instantly became extremely large. She clawed at the Half-step Demon God, and it was as if the sky had collapsed.
Yang Wu turned around and saw this scene. His eyes widened, and he could not help but exclaim, "Little Hei is so strong!"
He remembered that when he first met Little Hei, it could not even deal with a warrior. Who would have thought that it could easily kill a Half-step Demon God now?
Yang Wu did not stop and quickly rushed into the demonic forest. He bypassed the demonic army's strategic location and returned to the Human Race's recuperation area.
The experts of the demonic army sensed that their companions' auras had disappeared and rushed over.
A black dog stood in front of them, stopping them all.
"Lowly and weak creatures, kneel before this Immortal Emperor." Little Hei's aura changed, and it was as if an Immortal Emperor had descended. It contained boundless willpower and suppressed these demonic creatures.
These demonic creatures seemed to be suppressed by their Demon God, and they fell from the sky. Their bodies trembled, and they could not resist the suppression of this terrifying willpower.
If Yang Wu's willpower had just reached the level of the sea, then Little Hei's willpower was the boundless sea. It was tens of thousands of times stronger than Yang Wu's willpower.
They were both seas, but there were differences in size. Yang Wu had only just reached the beginner stage of having a willpower that was like the sea.
When the day came that Yang Wu had Little Hei's willpower, he would be able to intimidate thousands of creatures with a single command.
With Little Hei's current strength, it could only intimidate them for a few dozen breaths. By the time these demonic creatures came to their senses, it had already slipped away.
"Where did that black dog come from? It doesn't look like a demonic dog."
"Could it be a Demon God? Why did it come to our territory?"
"It's a human's mount. That must be the case. Otherwise, how could it have killed that lord?"
"Those human pets have all been rescued. Let's go back and attack and drive the humans out of the Demon Realm."
"Without the arrival of the Demon God, we can't act on our own."
… …
Yang Wu passed through the demonic forest as quickly as he could. The demonic creatures guarding the forest were unable to stop him, and he forcefully broke through them and returned to the human cultivation area.
The Eight Great War Tribes had an army of a million soldiers. If it weren't for the rifts between the tribes, they wouldn't have feared the demons.
A long time ago, the Eight Great War Tribes had been united. Unfortunately, as time passed, the tribes began to fight for their own benefits, and they no longer joined forces.
However, the Eight Great War Tribes had an agreement. Once a war broke out with the demons, the tribes would once again unite to deal with the demons.
This time, they had been forced to retreat by the million-strong demon army and could no longer enter the mines. Finally, someone proposed an alliance once again.
Whether or not they would succeed was still unknown.
Suddenly, Yang Wu returned to the cultivation area with more than a hundred people, which attracted the attention of the humans guarding the front.
A Saint stopped in front of Yang Wu and shouted, "Please show your Demon Hunting Token. Otherwise, anyone who comes close will be killed."
The humans who came to the World of Battles must have a Demon Hunting Token. Otherwise, they were not allowed to enter the Demon Realm. Otherwise, if someone was controlled by the demons and became their spy, it would be a troublesome thing.
Therefore, the Demon Hunting Token became a proof of identity.
Fortunately, after Yang Wu entered the World of Battles, he got a Demon Hunting Token from the Saint of his family. When he showed the token, the Saint guarding the gate breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Which tribe are you from? How can you return from the Demon Realm?"
The Saint of the Human Clan asked with a questioning tone. It seemed that he couldn't believe that Yang Wu could break through the demon army's defense line and return.
Yang Wu frowned and said, "It doesn't matter which tribe I am from. What's important is to save them first."
Then, he waved his long sleeves and more than a hundred people appeared out of thin air.
These people were all from the War Clan. Some of them were caught wandering in the Demon Realm, and some were caught on the battlefield. Each of them was badly damaged.
"You're Xing Hongyang's nephew. How did you become like this?"
"My Qin Clan's daughter, who is so cruel to you?"
"Li Jie, you're still alive. I thought you were killed by the demons."
…
All the clans sent people to guard this checkpoint, and people came forward one after another to claim the people rescued by Yang Wu.
At this time, Yang Chaohui rushed over and said happily, "Young Master, you're finally back. I was so worried."
When Yang Wu saw Yang Chaohui, he smiled and said, "Leader Chaohui, I made you worry."
Yang Wu greeted Yang Chaohui and was about to leave when the Saint's voice came from behind, "You're not allowed to leave."
Before Yang Wu could speak, Yang Chaohui shouted at the Saint, "Xing Dawu, what is the meaning of this?"
"What do I mean? So many people are injured. Did he do it? I still have to ask him." The Saint smiled coldly.
He was a member of the Xing Clan and was also a leader. His strength was not inferior to Yang Chaohui's. When he heard Yang Chaohui call out "Young Clan Head", he instantly knew Yang Wu's identity.
"You're just looking for trouble!" Yang Chaohui said angrily.
The Yang Clan and the Xing Clan were like fire and water. They often had conflicts in the Battle World. In the past, many of the Yang Clan's mines were taken by the Xing Clan, and the Yang Clan was unable to take them back. The Yang Clan was very angry.
"I suspect he's a demon spy. If you know what's good for you, let him stay and let me search his soul. Otherwise, I don't mind taking care of him by force," Xing Dawu said with a cold smile.
Yang Chaohui didn't say anything and stabbed his spear at Xing Dawu.
"Yang Chaohui, you attacked first. Don't blame me for being impolite."
"Our Young Master is so honorable. You want to search his soul just because you said so? You're really shameless. Today, I'll kill you, you shameless bastard."
When the two of them were about to kill each other, a powerful force shrouded them. A voice sounded, "The enemy is right in front of you. How long are you going to fight? Do you want to die?"
It was a strong cultivator who was half a step away from Tongtian Realm.
Suddenly, three people appeared nearby. They were Xuanyuan Asura, Sun Chunqing, and Xing Min.
After a month of recuperation, they finally recovered quite a bit of their condition.
Everyone present bowed and greeted them one after another.
"Why are you fighting? Dawu, tell me," Xing Min looked at Xing Dawu and asked.
"He just came back from the Devil Realm with more than a hundred heavily injured people. I suspect that he is a spy from the Devil Race. Otherwise, how could he pass through the Devil Race's defense line and save these people? Unless he has the strength to reach the heavens, how could he do such a heaven defying thing?" Xing Dawu said reasonably.
The people around also looked at Yang Wu suspiciously. They seemed to be suspicious of Yang Wu's identity.
"If you suspect him, then search his soul. He's the Young Master of the Yang Clan. You're clearly taking revenge on him," Yang Chaohui said unhappily. Then he said to Yang Wu, "Young Master, let's go."
"Wait, did I say you could leave?" Xing Min, who was half a step away from Tongtian Realm, said faintly.
…
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
