Chapter 306

Chapter 306: Crimson Domain, Mu Lin’s Head Crushed

"How dare you challenge the mental fortitude of the Beiwai Army? You’re courting death!"

Mu Lin’s Beiwai Army resembled heroic spirits – not mere projections of ancient heroes, but entities worshipped by humanity for thousands of years. The present Beiwai Army even carried a trace of divinity, granting them extraordinary resistance to mental assaults. When the Crimson Child’s female demon head attacked their minds, it suffered devastating backlash.

"Wail!"

A piercing shriek tore through the air as the demon head cracked apart under the counterattack of killing intent.

"No! Damn you! I’ll slaughter you…"

"Charge!"

While the Crimson Child raged, Mu Lin’s Beiwai Army didn’t pause after repelling the attack. They spurred their warhorses toward the enemy.

"Boom!"

Thunderous hooves shook the earth as the armored cavalry charged like an unstoppable mountain flood.

"Crash!"

"Growl!"

The first clash came between the Beiwai Army and the Crimson Child’s demon horde. Though their numbers and individual strength appeared comparable, the battle proved completely one-sided.

The Beiwai Army moved as one entity – spiritual energy flowing between soldiers, executing commands with precision, their coordination honed through countless battles. The demon horde simply rushed forward in chaotic waves, like bandits facing disciplined troops. What followed wasn’t war, but slaughter.

"Boom!"

"Riiip!"

"No!"

"Roar…!"

A single cavalry charge tore through the demon ranks. Behind their tower shields and bristling spears, the Beiwai Army slaughtered nearly a thousand foes while losing only fifty riders. Even these fallen warriors didn’t truly perish – they merged with Cangshan Yumen Pass, continuing to empower their comrades.

【Endless battle, growing valor】

"Spirit of the Formation: No retreat, only death!"

"Demons be purged…"

Their war cries shaking the battlefield, the Beiwai Army carved through demon flesh. Soon most monsters lay dead.

Mu Lin shook his head at the carnage:

"This isn’t even a contest between equals…"

"Bastard."

Both commanders recognized the disparity – Mu Lin with calm analysis, the Crimson Child with furious realization.

Due to this, it came as no surprise when Crimson Child’s Lair personally joined the battle.

A classic military encirclement of giant beasts then unfolded before Mu Lin’s eyes.

As a renowned historical legion, the Beiwai Army possessed ample experience in battling giant beasts.

Shield-bearing soldiers advanced first, using formations to reinforce their defense against Crimson Child’s Lair’s assaults. Behind them, troops hurled spears and thrust polearms while warriors with two-handed swords leapt fearlessly onto the creature’s insectoid body, hacking wildly.

More soldiers deployed Soul Binding Chains that coiled around the Crimson Child’s form, their constant tugging slowing its movements.

"Roar!"

"Moo!"

"Left! Full strength left pull…"

"Right flank…"

"Legs! Aim for the legs…"

Through coordinated teamwork and the Sky Wall Palace Formation’s damage-sharing effect, the Beiwai Army surprisingly held their ground against this Transformation Realm foe. Crimson Child’s Lair found itself accumulating wounds instead of achieving quick victory.

Yet the Beiwai forces paid dearly – their shared damage resistance had limits. The mounting casualties made Mu Lin frown, but Crimson Child’s rage only intensified.

"Bastards! How dare you humiliate me! You’ll all die! Moo…"

Since merging with the divine blood heart to become a demigod’s offspring, Crimson Child’s Lair had developed unbearable arrogance. This new mindset explained his earlier contempt for fellow evil god descendant Shadow.

Unable to tolerate even other evil god descendants, the crimson warrior burned with fury at being stalled by a mere Condensing Essence stage cultivator.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

His heartbeat synchronized with the evil god’s ancient rhythm. One of his heads chanted prayers to channel surrounding dark energy:

"Great Crimson Ruler, life’s fountainhead, mother of existence… Your humble child begs…"

The ritual worked.

Though Mu Lin had sealed the evil god’s heartbeat after seizing City of Heart’s Prison’s formation core, the damage proved irreversible. The formations had been decaying for years before Wandering Bug, minor tyrants, and black fierce tiger’s destructive invasion.

Mu Lin’s makeshift repairs allowed suppression but not full containment. As Crimson Child’s chants continued, dark power flooded Lair’s body, making his aura erupt violently.

The surge even rattled City of Heart’s Prison’s manifested defenses – death gravestones trembled in their seals.

"Troublesome. Those demon sect rats wrecked the seals completely."

"And Beiwai Army alone can’t handle this…"

Mu Lin murmured grimly while Crimson Child’s Lair reveled in triumph.

“Hahaha, my power’s back! See this, human? This is my true strength – the might of the Crimson Ruler! Perish in terror!”

“Crimson Domain, unfold!”

“Hummm…”

His body shuddered as he spoke, sending crimson ripples pulsing outward in all directions.

Mu Lin’s eyes narrowed sharply. Where the red light touched, his Yin soldiers of the Beiwai Army began sprouting flesh.

But this was no blessing. The new growths weren’t healthy tissue – they were putrid, stinking lumps of rotting meat. Worse still, these grotesque growths fed on the Beiwai Army’s own energy while answering to the Crimson Child’s control. If completed, this transformation would turn Mu Lin’s soldiers into enemies.

Though he understood the threat, Mu Lin gritted his teeth in frustration. This cursed domain drew power from the Crimson Ruler himself, tainted with divinity. His Yin soldiers stood no chance against such corruption.

The crisis escalated before he could react. The expanding crimson waves didn’t just warp his soldiers – the very ground, city walls, even Mu Lin’s own flesh began putrefying. A sudden torrent of energy surged through his body like bursting floodgates, rushing toward…

A monstrous claw erupted from his side, dripping with corruption. Where palm meets wrist bulged a swollen eyeball that rolled mockingly toward its horrified creator. Before Mu Lin could blink, the abomination lunged for his skull.

“Hahaha, you will die!”

CRUNCH!

As Crimson Child’s Lair cackled madly within the City of Heart’s Prison, the mutated claw clenched tight – pulping Mu Lin’s head like overripe fruit.

“NO!”

Dongfang Ya, Master Meng Rui, and Si Ye clutched their chests as if struck. Prince Liang slumped bonelessly in his seat. Yet moments later, uneasy realization flickered across their faces.

Unaware in his blood-red euphoria, Crimson Child’s Lair roared triumphantly: “You witness true power! None can oppose me now! I am…URK!”