Frost-Rain Mountain.
In the sky, blood fell like rain.
King Roc beat his wings, charging left and right through the endless ranks of Skyward Legionnaires. Wherever his halberd swept, flesh and blood flew.
Glancing back, he was stunned to find that his personal guard of avian demons was all but wiped out.
His heart instantly sank halfway into despair.
At that distracted moment, his body suddenly shuddered—a sharp pain shot through his ribs.
Looking down, he saw a silver arrow embedded straight in his armor. Blood welled from the wound, dripping down.
"This is..."
Amid the chaotic Skyward Legionnaires on his left front, he spotted the figure of General Quinn with bow in hand.
"Your Majesty, are you all right?"
The encirclement loosened again.
Right before his eyes, his last three personal guards were torn to pieces by a swarm of Skyward Legionnaires, so swiftly that not even a scream escaped their lips.
It was over—he was utterly alone.
King Roc drew a deep, ragged breath.
Now, before him stood a steel wall of shields, with long spears jutting through the gaps, their cold gleam flashing in the sunlight.
"Heh, how many brothers do you plan to sacrifice just to keep me here?" King Roc, already drenched in blood, gave a twisted grin.
"That depends on how much fun you're willing to have, King Roc," General Quinn replied coolly. "Well? Surrender, and I’ll see to it you get a whole corpse—how does that sound?"
"Ha ha ha! Then I must thank you, General Quinn!"
Lowering his head, King Roc yanked the barbed silver arrow from his side, tearing flesh and releasing a gush of blood.
The pain of ripping skin and muscle was so intense that even this veteran demon could not help but knit his brows.
"Still planning to resist?" General Quinn waved his hand coldly, and a barrage of multicolored spiritual energy and flying weapons thundered toward him.
In a rush, King Roc twisted around. Still reeling from pain, he spread his wings wide and charged at the Skyward Legionnaires’ shield wall, halberd raised high.
Just as he reached the shield wall, his body shrank suddenly into a tiny insect—his target: the gap between the shields!
The Skyward Legionnaires forming the wall stared in disbelief. To their eyes, King Roc seemed to vanish into thin air.
Slip through the shield wall, let these grunts block General Quinn’s pursuit—this was his plan.
Unfortunately, before he could reach that sliver of escape, a beam of white light shot out from the Heavenly General Battle Array, striking the nearly invisible insect squarely.
Without warning, the spell was broken, and King Roc’s body reverted to its original form. Unable to react in time, he crashed hard into the shield wall.
The entire shield wall twisted like a wave, Skyward Legionnaires flying in all directions from the sheer force of his impact. Yet more soldiers surged toward him, layer upon layer, until even King Roc lost track of how many rings of Skyward Legionnaires surrounded him.
"Some demons never learn," General Quinn sneered.
At the brink of life and death, King Roc swung his halberd desperately to fend off the assault—but he was too late.
A spear slammed into his back, piercing his armor but not his flesh.
In that dazed instant, flying swords struck his shoulder, calf, and wrist, while his breastplate absorbed six heavy blows of spiritual energy—shattering into fragments.
Dazed, King Roc spat blood, his feathers falling to earth with it.
But the battle raged on, leaving him no time to sense his wounds. In a flash, another wave of attacks arrived.
Relying on sheer battle instinct, he spun his halberd at lightning speed.
Countless Skyward Legionnaires were shredded by his halberd like so many fruits and vegetables, but he was burning through his strength—and even his life—at a terrifying pace.
Blood rain began to fall from the sky—some from the Skyward Legionnaires, some from King Roc himself.
If nothing changed, today this mighty demon would be buried here; victory seemed almost within Heaven’s grasp.
Just then, a thunderous roar split the heavens—a colossal pillar swept in with a raging wind, smashing half of the Skyward Legionnaires besieging King Roc aside!
"King Bullhorn!"
The Skyward Legionnaires and Heavenly Generals stared, wide-eyed.
Ahead, King Bullhorn had somehow transformed into a giant a hundred zhang tall, his Iron Staff now a sky-piercing pillar.
"Third Brother, run!" he bellowed at King Roc.
Stunned by the onslaught, King Roc gazed up at King Bullhorn, then, after a moment, flapped his wings and rushed to his side.
"Titan's Ascension? Hmph."
General Quinn raised his hand, and twelve spear-thick beams of spiritual energy shot from the Heavenly Generals’ palms toward King Bullhorn like sharpened spikes.
In the chaos, King Bullhorn managed to block ten beams with his Iron Staff, but the other two pierced straight through his body. Two streams of blood sprayed from pinhole gaps in his armor.
Titan's Ascension—turning giant—wasn’t always suited for a chaotic melee...
With no other choice, King Bullhorn quickly dispelled Titan's Ascension.
Only then did General Quinn notice another figure behind King Bullhorn—King Macaque—and paused in surprise.
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King Roc was finished. If it were just King Bullhorn alone, Heaven’s overwhelming numbers might still carry the day. But with King Macaque joining in...
"Retreat." General Quinn stared at King Bullhorn without expression, slowly backing away. The Skyward Legionnaires and Heavenly Generals withdrew with him.
"Thank you... Big Brother..." Before he could finish, King Roc collapsed. King Bullhorn quickly hoisted him onto his shoulder and, with King Macaque guarding them, flew toward Frost-Rain Mountain’s main peak.
By now, Frost-Rain Mountain had become a living hell.
Warships encircled the area, while archers patrolled the skies above.
Below, the scorched earth was littered with demon limbs, scattered weapons, and the occasional wounded monster clutching its wounds and howling in pain.
Here, crying for help only drew a final arrow from the Skyward Legionnaires. Staying silent meant risking incineration in the next fire attack from Heaven’s forces.
The brutal fighting had raged for almost three days.
Frost-Rain Mountain’s army was shattered on the very first day of the surprise attack; most of the demons had already scattered and fled.
Of the original six hundred thousand demons, fewer than a hundred thousand survived the third day of Heaven’s relentless assault. Now, all those who remained were crammed onto Frost-Rain Mountain’s main peak.
Fortunately, the core elite—the Spirit-Refinement-stage demons—had not suffered catastrophic losses.
For the Six Demon Kings, these Spirit-Refinement-stage warriors were all that truly mattered.
Demons aren’t like humans—they must take a master to cultivate immortality. Yet even if left alone, those shape-shifted minor demons will keep multiplying somewhere in the world, like weeds.
As long as their core forces survived, the Six Demon Kings didn’t count themselves beaten. If they could just endure this ordeal, the cannon fodder could always be gathered again—especially here in Southern Jambu, where Heaven’s army had never fully purged the land.
Carrying the unconscious King Roc, King Bullhorn strode into the cave-manor.
Inside, the other Demon Kings were waiting.
King Bullhorn set King Roc down, then looked around.
King Macaque, King Python, King Elephant, and King White Ape were all present.
King Roc had lost consciousness, his wounds still bleeding. The others quickly surrounded him, working together to staunch the bleeding and stabilize his injuries.
After a while, King Roc finally opened his eyes. He forced a smile, but his voice was weak: "Sorry for worrying you, brothers."
King Bullhorn snorted. "What’s the point of acting tough in front of us?"
King Macaque handed King Roc a gourd of medicine, urging, "Drink this quickly."
King Roc drank it down and felt a soothing warmth spread through his body.
King Elephant asked, "How did you get hurt so badly?"
King Roc shook his head, voice bitter. "Heaven’s generals are stronger than I expected. Their formation was airtight."
King White Ape frowned. "If their formation was so tight, how did you manage to escape?"
King Roc replied, "I turned into an insect and tried to slip through a gap, but the Heavenly General Battle Array saw right through me. If King Bullhorn hadn’t arrived, I’d be dead."
King Bullhorn grinned. "You owe me a drink, Third Brother."
King Roc smiled weakly. "Of course. Let’s survive this first."
King Python interjected, "Enough chatter. What’s our next move?"
King Macaque said, "We can’t break out. Heaven’s army is too strong. We’ll just get ourselves killed."
King Elephant nodded. "Our only hope is to hold out until reinforcements arrive."
King Bullhorn looked at King Roc. "Can you still fight?"
King Roc gritted his teeth. "I’ll do my best."
King Python said, "Then let’s prepare for a last stand."
King White Ape added, "If the reinforcements don’t come soon, we’re finished."
King Macaque said, "We have to trust them. Our only choice is to hold this peak."
King Bullhorn nodded. "Then let’s get ready."
The Six Demon Kings began preparing for the final battle.
Outside, the sky was filled with warships and the ground with soldiers. Heaven’s army was closing in.
The demons steeled themselves for what was to come.
The final battle for Frost-Rain Mountain was about to begin.
End of Chapter.
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