Traveling through the world of beasts, making a living

"Bai Ze, Bai Ling, use your purifying power to attack the dark thing. That is Shura's inner elixir. Destroying it will cut off Shura's escape route. Without the inner elixir to absorb the power of darkness, Shura's cultivation will be greatly reduced!"

Bai Ze and Bai Ling exchanged a glance, quickly forming seals with their hands and muttering something. In an instant, two beams of pure white light shot out from their palms, dashing towards the dark Shura Inner Core like sharp arrows.

The inner elixir seemed to sense something, and layers of black mist rose up around it in an attempt to resist. However, the purifying force was unstoppable, breaking through the black mist and reaching the inner elixir.

Just as they were about to touch the inner elixir, it suddenly trembled violently and emitted a sharp whistling sound. This whistling sound seemed to have an invisible magical power that made Bai Ze and Bai Ling freeze in their movements.

But they quickly regained consciousness, gritted their teeth, and increased their power output. The purifying light suddenly surged, finally striking the inner elixir. Countless cracks instantly shattered the inner elixir, and a dark aura gushed out crazily.

Shura roared in agony within the inner hall, his body swaying a few times. As his inner core shattered, the dark aura surrounding Shura quickly dissipated. His cultivation had indeed declined significantly, and the fierceness in his eyes had faded considerably. He could only stare at the hall in front of him unwillingly, shouting, "Men, follow me to meet those land beasts!"

Bai Ze and Bai Ling smiled at each other and were about to press on to completely destroy Shura's inner elixir. However, before they could make a move, they saw a group of demon beasts surrounding Shura and rushing out the door. For a moment, they found it difficult to break through the demon's defenses.

At this moment, Bai Ze came up with a plan. He transformed into a clone and quietly circled behind the group of small demons. Bai Ling, on the other hand, attracted attention from the front and deliberately shouted loudly, "Ashura has been defeated, why don't you disperse!"

The demons hesitated, but they still tightly protected Shura. At that moment, Bai Ze's clone suddenly launched an attack, striking the demons from behind. The demons were thrown into disarray, and Shura was furious, but powerless to stop them.

Bai Ling seized the opportunity and unleashed a purifying force straight at Shura. Unable to dodge, Shura collapsed to the ground. Seeing their master fall, the other demons scattered. Bai Ze and Bai Ling approached Shura, intending to kill him.

Shura, however, sat cross-legged on the ground, like a stone statue, his hands constantly forming seals. The surrounding dark power poured into Shura's body like a spring. Suddenly, Shura was surrounded by the dark power, and a dark cocoon was formed!

Shura mobilized all his strength, commanding the dark forces and fierce beasts scattered across the continents to rush to the Dark Gate. Upon receiving the order, the dark monsters and fierce beasts from all over the world rushed towards the Dark Gate.

Deep within the darkness of the misty forest, an unprecedented fierce battle was quietly unfolding. The sky was obscured by thick, dark clouds, and occasional flashes of lightning illuminated the cursed land below, as if they were nature's uneasy foreshadowing of this battle.

On this forgotten battlefield, demons and orcs, two completely different races, waged a thrilling battle for their respective homes and survival.

The demons slowly walked out from the cracks in the abyss. Their bodies were twisted and hideous, their skin was covered with dark scales, and their eyes flashed with a faint green light, as if they could see through the deepest fears in people's hearts.

They wielded sharp blades, their wings flapping gently, stirring up gusts of chill wind. The air was filled with the pungent odor of sulfur and rotting flesh. The leading demon, draped in a flaming cloak and a smug smile, issued commands in a shrill voice, driving the other demons and beasts to charge at the orcs.

On the other side, Longying and the orc warriors were already fully prepared. They were burly, with muscles as hard as rock, their faces were stained with the breath of war, and their eyes burned with the fire of unyielding.

They wielded massive axes, spears, and shields, marched with heavy steps, and let out deafening battle cries that seemed to tear through space and terrify the enemy's hearts. Led by Dragon Shadow, they formed an impenetrable formation, ready to face the demonic invasion.

With a deafening dragon roar, the battle officially broke out. Demons crossed the battlefield at astonishing speed, their sharp blades tracing silver trails in the air, attempting to cut through the orcs' defenses.

The orc warriors met the attack with fearless courage. Axes and blades clashed, sparks flew, and every clash was accompanied by the sound of broken bones and torn flesh. The air was filled with blood and anger. The two forces collided violently on the land, as if to devour the entire world.

In this melee, the Demon Leader and the Orc Leader, Dragon Shadow, finally came face to face. The Demon Leader brandished his burning magic sword, unleashing blazing flames in an attempt to engulf Dragon Shadow.

However, the dragon shadow dodged the attack with amazing agility, and at the same time raised its huge dragon claws, and with a heavy blow, it cut off the demon leader's wings, causing it to scream miserably. The wingless demon leader fell to the ground, but even so, it still struggled, trying to fight back with its last bit of strength.

However, the balance of victory had already tilted. Bolstered by the unity and courage of the orcish warriors, they gradually gained the upper hand. The demons began to collapse, fleeing back into the cracks of the abyss, leaving behind only a devastated battlefield and countless fallen bodies.

The orc warriors cheered and celebrated their victory, but there was no relaxation in their eyes, because they knew that this was just a chapter in the long war and there was still a long way to go.

As night fell, the battlefield gradually quieted down. Long Ying shouted, "Hurry to the Dark Gate and support Mona!"

Everyone responded, transformed into beast forms and quickened their pace, but they didn't know that under Shura's influence, ferocious beasts and demons transformed from evil thoughts from all over the place were all out. Long Ying also promptly notified the elites of all races on the continent and quickly rushed to the Dark Gate.

When the elites of each race arrived at the Dark Portal, they were shocked by the scene before them. Dark forces converged into a surging tide, constantly assaulting the seal of the Dark Portal. At the center of this dark force sat Shura, his figure looming and emanating a chilling aura.

Bai Ze and Mona were dealing with the ghost shadows and ghost hands. Bai Ling relied on the sacred objects of the spirit race to rush towards Shura first, and his purifying power shone again.

But Shura sneered: "Do you think you can stop me like this?" He waved his sleeves, and countless puppets emerged from the darkness, blocking the attacks of the two men.

Long Ying led the orc warriors and elites of various tribes to join the battle. For a time, magic and force soared together, and light and darkness intertwined.

Just as the two sides reached a stalemate, Mona suddenly appeared atop the Dark Portal. In her hand was a divine artifact, a treasure passed down from ancient times specifically designed to counteract the forces of darkness. Mona chanted an ancient spell, and the artifact shone with brilliance.

Wherever the light reached, the dark forces melted away like ice and snow in the blazing sun. Shura was horrified and tried to stop it, but it was too late. The power of the artifact struck him directly, shattering his dark forces.

In the end, Shura retreated back to the abyss in disgrace with his remaining troops. The Dark Gate returned to peace, and all races ushered in a brief period of peace.