At dusk, on the border of Southvale Province.
Countless martial practitioners gathered at the border, forming a battle line stretching beyond sight. Step by step, they advanced, pushing forward like bulldozers.
Today, the Martial Arts World sweeps across Sinovera!
From this day forward, within our borders, there will be no more rampaging Demons, no more breeding Specters—every inch of Sinoveran soil will be fiercely defended, not yielding a single step to Demons or Specters!
If.
A Martial General Realm cultivator sighed, charging forward with the mighty torrent of martial artists at the border, while transmitting his voice to a familiar companion: "If you count the years, we've tolerated these things for long enough. This is overdue—truly overdue."
"It's really about to break out into war."
A Martial General Realm cultivator sighed, charging forward with the mighty torrent of martial artists at the border, while transmitting his voice to a familiar companion: "If you count the years, we've tolerated these things for long enough. This is overdue—truly overdue."
Someone shook his head and remained silent. After a long while, he finally sighed: "If you look at the bigger picture, the longer we tolerate, the better."
At the borders of Sinovera’s provinces, Demons and Specters have amassed.
With the power of the Martial Arts World, of course they could easily slaughter them all. But they cannot—doing so would shatter the global balance and would be especially detrimental to humanity.
Simply put, the longer it drags on, the better.
To maintain a delicate balance, they do not hesitate to sacrifice greatly.
In this era of rapid development and technological progress, as long as humanity stays half a step ahead of Demons and Specters, it can continue to widen the gap... One step ahead, always ahead, until we stand above them.
Unfortunately.
It seems the Demons and Specters have noticed this, and so they will no longer allow humanity to delay.
"Damn it!"
"Sinoverans, are you courting death?" In a mountain cave, a giant bear Demon, resting, felt the overwhelming force of the advancing footsteps—its fury ignited, it charged out of the pitch-dark cave.
Roar! Roar! Roar!
The giant bear roared, its voice echoing in all directions: "This is our Demon territory. To trespass without reason is a provocation against us Demons."
The roaring grew quieter, the sound weaker.
The giant bear’s eyes went vacant, staring blankly ahead.
Hiss!
It opened its mouth wide. Before its eyes was a battle line surging with blood and energy, black clouds pressing down with a city-crushing momentum, and the chilling killing intent of warhorses and blades sweeping forward without pause.
"How is this possible?"
"Th-this... mere humans actually dare to start a war!?" The peak General-class giant bear’s eyes widened, unable to believe the scene before it.
Bear-type Demons are not known for their intelligence.
Even when two peak Martial Generals sliced through the sky, traversed the forest, and killed this giant bear, it still didn’t realize it had been abandoned.
"Impossible!"
The giant bear, refusing to believe even in death, collapsed lifeless to the ground.
In truth, it wasn't abandonment—just a strategic, temporary withdrawal.
If all Demons and Specters were recalled, it would inevitably alert the Martial Arts World of Sinovera, drawing the attention of Law-Realm guardians... But what the Netherfiends failed to anticipate was that a Law-Realm Supreme would issue a decree, commanding the entire Martial Arts World to stand on alert.
Decisive! Ruthless!
They completely ignored the layers of illusions and barriers set up by Demons and Specters!
Since there were signs of war, they struck first with overwhelming force, executing a portion of Demons and Specters. Though not a crippling blow, the impact would be far-reaching.
First, they roused the fighting spirit of the entire Martial Arts World, forging unity and momentum.
Second, it weakened the Demons and Specters—even if only locally, it was worth the effort.
"Die!"
Three or four Martial Generals all leapt dozens of meters into the air, then fell—at that moment, their whip-like legs crashed down like thunderaxes, the air booming, chaotic winds swirling, intercepting more than a dozen General-class giant wolves trying to escape.
"Sinoverans are starting the war themselves?"
"They're insane! Aren't they afraid of the wrath of our kin?" The dozen General-class giant wolves looked at each other in panic, but had no chance to think further.
From above, Martial Generals lashed down with whip-like legs, ferocious and unstoppable—enough to shatter solid steel and concrete, let alone demonic bodies.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Some giant wolves braced themselves against the blows, others howled and spat out ghostly beams, burning the air like miniature lasers—each one condensed with General-class demonic power.
"Die, die!"
The ghostly beams brewing in their mouths were beyond ordinary imagination, easily piercing alloyed steel. But the Martial Generals tasked with intercepting these wolves were all high-ranked, channeling liquid Internal Power across their bodies to block the demonic force.
"Kill these Demons!"
They launched a coordinated assault, figures flickering as they surrounded and hunted the Demons from all sides.
With every heavy boom, rocks shattered and debris rolled outward, the shockwaves so fierce they seemed to shake the world.
At that moment—
One Martial General surged forward, pausing to gather blood and muscle, then erupted with liquid Internal Power, his whole body glowing like a speeding cement truck.
He twisted in midair, crashing straight into a giant wolf Demon.
Art of Transformation—Avalanche, Thirteenth Form!
Just as he was about to collide with the wolf Demon, the Martial General gathered strength again, unleashing a second avalanche force. The two waves overlapped, the later crashing into the former—like a mountain collapsing, shattering the Demon's body.
"Finish it quickly—no delays!"
The Martial Generals surrounded and hunted the giant wolf Demons in a fierce battle, shaking the forests all around.
Explosions rang out, spreading hundreds of meters. For ordinary people, just the sound and force would be enough to knock them unconscious.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Bones in the Demons' bodies snapped one after another.
All the giant wolves, each over ten meters tall, died—leaving only their dying howls echoing through heaven and earth.
Other Titled Sequence experts couldn't sense it, but Andrew Han's Inspiration swept everything away.
"With me, Andrew Han, holding the line in Jiangnan, any attempt to disrupt the front is nothing but a fool's dream." Naturally, Andrew Han would never give these three Great Demons a chance to reveal themselves; he struck preemptively out of caution.
Boom!!!
"Demons must die!"
Mystic-Communion Art!
Southern Thousand-Mile March!