Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races Chapter 388: Tens of Billions of Great Xia Mad Dogs Unleashe

"Kill!... Kill!" The roar exploded across the battlefield like rolling thunder, carrying infinite sorrow and determination.

Martial Artists of Great Xia, their gazes as steadfast as iron, loudly sang their battle anthem.

Chests heaved violently, sweat and blood mingling, shining with a blinding light.

The weapons tightly held in their hands, whether it be the alloy long swords gleaming coldly, or the heavy alloy broadswords...

All danced and flew amidst the Exotic Beast Group, each slash taking a life, every strike filled with a determination to defend to the death.

"Fight to the death! Fight to the death! We, Martial Artists of Great Xia, have no fear of death!"

A leader of the military martial artists roared, the giant axe in his hands falling like a storm.

Wherever it reached, exotic beasts fell.

anwhile, his body was already a blood-red ss.

"Kill these beasts! Leave none alive! Die for !"

Another martial artist stared angrily, his fists burning with the blazing flas of qi blood, each attack capable of smashing a group of exotic beasts.

His figure shuttled across the battlefield, as if transford into a fla of revenge.

Burning himself, illuminating the darkness.

As ti passed, the panorama of the battlefield gradually unfolded, like a brutal and magnificent historical scroll.

The sight of chaos filled the eyes, broken spears and swords, shattered battle armor, and heavy bodies intertwined, piled like mountains, forming a monunt of valor.

The air was thick with the sll of rust and a crimson bloody scent.

That bloody scent rushed to the sky, seeming to pierce the heavens, even the floating clouds were stained with a faint dark red.

As if the sky was also dyed by the heroic hue of this battle, appearing particularly oppressive yet solemn.

However, on this battlefield seemingly able to swallow all life, the morale of Great Xia Martial Artists did not diminish in the slightest.

Their gazes remained fierce like torches, between their brows revealed fearlessness and resilience.

Every sword swing, every spear thrust was filled with strength and determination.

The cries resounded like breaking dawn thunder, shaking the soul, surging between heaven and earth, also declaring their unyielding will to fight to the death.

Every battle depicted in the projections was of such likeness, as the battles reached their climax, martial artists also began to fall heroically.

Even if combat was organized, with rotations for resting and blocking, unexpected events still occurred.

In battle, regardless of the situation, anything could happen.

Even if the combat power overwheld, the number of exotic beasts was just too many.

In Great Xia’s Human Realm, countless people saw this seemingly heroic yet solitary battle scene.

Many beca outraged, without saying a word, they found weapons and set out.

Great Xia’s Human Race, numbering in the hundreds of billions, won’t be bullied by exotic beasts anymore?

After finally beginning to prosper, those damned beasts now want to destroy everything.

No agreent!

Absolutely no agreent!

Anyone who dares to disrupt Great Xia’s peaceful environnt is a mortal enemy, must be annihilated.

In contrast, having fought fearfully for hundreds of years, the Great Xia people who finally experienced peace and prosperity consider peace their reverse scale.

re beasts, only to be slain!

Ten... a hundred... a hundred thousand... a million... a billion...

Great Xia Kingdom, this nation bearing billions of the Human Race’s dreams and glory.

At this tumultuous yet surging mont, exhibited unprecedented unity and determination.

In those one hundred and eight towering and majestic cities.

Whether it be the bustling main streets or the deep and quiet alleys, they were filled with a tense yet decisive atmosphere.

On the street corners, Great Xia’s people held various weapons, their gazes steadfast, their steps hurried, as if every step was on the brink of life and death.

And their goal, naturally clear.

The spatial tunnels near their respective cities.

Also, the necessary path towards the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races.

From a high altitude, overlooking Great Xia’s entire territory, the scene was vast and awe-inspiring, like a majestic painting.

Countless Great Xia people, densely packed, like ants moving house, orderly stream towards their respective targets.

The figures might be small, but they exude a resolute and unyielding power.

As stars gathering, also like towering mountains standing.

And in that distant Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races, a magnificent battle is about to unfold.

Tens of billions, even up to hundreds of billions of average Sixth Grade Quasi-Grandmaster cultivation Great Xia People, about to rampage like mad dogs unleashed, sweeping everything.

Now, with the fortress group centered around three Guardian City defense lines, standing like iron and copper walls on the endless Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races.

Spanning tens of millions of miles of vast territory, all ablaze, every inch of soil drenched in the breath of battle, every sky filled with the sll of gunpowder.

In various cities, passes, forests, and even wilderness, fires blaze.

The intense battle rages on, war smoke towers to the sky, like furious dragons roaring between the heavens.

Shouts and kill cries are deafening, like thunder piercing the sky, turning the once serene and deep space into a field of blood red.

As if this world also mourned and lanted for those heroic lives who faced death.

On the battlefield, flashes of blades and swords intertwine, martial artists’ hot blood spilled on the earth, transford into a magnificent yet poignant elegy.

Every mont, there are courageous martial artists falling exhausted during the slaughter of exotic beasts, countless exotic beasts perished.

The entire world seed shrouded by this war torrent sweeping across the sky and earth.

anwhile.

On the forefront of the battlefield, Lin Ping’an quietly watching everything.

When Great Xia People fervently erged, rushing towards the battlefield ready to sweep all, he couldn’t help but lift a slight smile.

"Not bad! Not bad! Didn’t waste those cultivation thods created and issued back then!"

"Martial Artists! Martial Artists who do not fight are just qi blood waste!"

"Let see just how far you all can go."

For Lin Ping’an, treating this crisis-level super beast tide as a test.

The choice made by Great Xia People this ti did not disappoint him.

If those protected ones gained strength, yet still dared not stand up, only hiding in the Human Realm.

Then Lin Ping’an would only think those trash, utterly unworthy of cultivating the techniques he created.

It even insulted those techniques.

The best possibility then is to stand by, quietly waiting for Great Xia’s demise.

As those people don’t deserve saving, nor do they deserve to live.

Even in Lin Ping’an’s eyes, those cultivating techniques, the people are rely chives.

But he also prefers chives with wildness.

Those daring to rise, possessing initiative, would bring him surprise and inspiration.

Lifelessness, only hiding, is rely weed.

Whether in cultivation value or other values, nearly worthless.