Crossing the Cultivation Realm: Two Souls Coexist

Eastern part of Meteorite Continent, East China Sea Front.

The city walls that once stretched for miles and were heavily guarded are now in ruins.

The huge gap looked like it had been gnawed by a prehistoric beast. The charred marks and dark reddish-brown bloodstains were intertwined, covering the originally blue-gray wall.

It was a disgusting color, a coating of despair formed by countless blood repeatedly soaking, drying, and soaking again.

Under the city wall, the originally golden and fine beach has long since turned into a flesh-and-blood grinder like hell on earth.

The scarlet sea roared, washing more and more broken limbs and arms onto the beach again and again.

Mixed with the previously piled-up corpses, they formed a sticky, rotting pile of corpses that emitted a foul stench.

Human, demonic... limbs are twisted and entangled, difficult to distinguish between them, and only death is their common destination.

The weather gradually warmed up, and the high temperature accelerated the decay of the corpses. The stench, so strong that it was suffocating, drifted everywhere with the salty and humid sea breeze, even covering the entire rear military camp.

Commander Li Yan stood behind a relatively intact section of battlements, looking at this hellish scene with a frown on his face.

He had wanted to send a team to clean up the bodies at night to prevent the spread of plague.

But the demon patrols on the sea were like hyenas smelling blood.

As long as humans dare to set foot on the beach, they will immediately be attacked by an overwhelming number of long-range bone spikes and corrosive venom. Several attempts have ended in tragic casualties.

His gaze passed over the high wall and reached the distant sea level.

There, the once empty sea now houses an ugly and hideous demon camp, with rough bone watchtowers towering above.

A large banner with a huge, evil, and soul-capturing pattern of dark eyes fluttered in the fishy wind, emitting a heart-pounding sense of oppression.

Starting from a few days ago, these demons seemed to have gone completely crazy, and the intensity and frequency of their attacks suddenly increased by several levels.

At all costs, the battle line was pushed from the sea to the beach under the human city wall.

If this consumption continues, Li Yan is worried that this last barrier will eventually be breached.

The message for help had already been sent to the Central Region. His only hope now was that reinforcements would arrive as soon as possible.

The soldiers here...can no longer afford any more casualties. On the entire eastern front, only one in ten soldiers are still available.

"Bang!" Li Yan became angrier and angrier as he thought about it. He slammed his calloused fists hard on the cold wall tiles, and his knuckles instantly became bruised.

He had fought on the battlefield for decades, but had never fought such a frustrating battle!

Steady footsteps were heard behind him, and Deputy Commander Zheng Su walked up to the city wall to change guard.

He looked at his old partner's livid face and the bloodstains on the wall tiles, sighed, walked to his side, and whispered:

"The Central Region has reported back that reinforcements are on the way. Once they arrive, we might be able to... organize a counterattack and retake control of the beach."

Li Yan nodded weakly, his voice hoarse: "That's all we can do. I hope they... can hurry up."

His eyes swept across the back of the city wall, where exhausted soldiers were sleeping soundly against the wall, holding their weapons. Each of their faces was filled with numbness and deep fatigue.

Zheng Su patted his shoulder and said, "Go and have a rest. I'll keep an eye on this place."

Li Yan did not insist any longer and walked down the city wall with heavy steps.

Watching his slightly hunched back disappear at the end of the stairs, the solemnity on Zheng Su's face did not dissipate, but instead turned into a hint of bitterness.

The situation on the Eastern Front was far worse than it appeared.

The supply of soldiers was almost exhausted, and they had to forcibly recruit civilians from various countries on the mainland.

However, the royal families and sects of various countries are still blaming each other, haggling and bargaining, as if the catastrophic disaster before them has nothing to do with them.

As for those disciples of the sect who have achieved success in cultivation? It is even more difficult to count on them.

Relying entirely on these poorly trained and frightened civilians... the hope of defeating the demons is slim.

The arrival of the Demon King is drawing near, yet these people are still obsessed with internal strife, not uniting to fight the enemy...

The more Zheng Su thought about it, the heavier his heart felt, and he could hardly breathe.

As his thoughts drifted, he suddenly remembered the two young figures he had trained in the army a few months ago, who were full of vigor and potential.

"Hu Qing...Gu Yang...I wonder how those two guys are doing now...I hope they can survive in this chaotic world."

He murmured quietly, using this brief thought as a little comfort in the difficult moment.

The military camp behind the city wall seemed unusually empty and quiet. Most of the soldiers were taking the time to rest, and only a few wounded soldiers occasionally let out suppressed groans.

The medical camp was already overcrowded, and the shortage of bandages and medicines made the army doctors frown.

In a corner of the military camp, Elder Han Ce had just finished emergency repairs to a section of the city wall's defensive formation and returned to his simple residence with a tired face.

His face was pale, his eye sockets were sunken, and covered with dense red bloodshot.

Inside the room, Elder Yan Bing was regulating his breathing with his eyes closed. He opened his eyes upon hearing the noise and poured him a cup of coarse tea that had already gone cold. "Junior brother, you've worked hard."

Han Ce waved his hand, took the teacup and drank it all, his voice filled with fatigue that was hard to conceal:

"I can only do some repair work... The core of the city wall's formation has been severely damaged, and the energy replenishment is far from keeping up with the consumption. I don't know how much longer it can hold out. When will the reinforcements arrive?"

Yan Bing sighed and his eyes fell on Han Ce's empty right sleeve - where a cold metal prosthesis was now attached.

That was during a surprise attack by elite demons, when a demon general cut it off in order to protect the center of the formation.

"Since the Central Region has responded, people will definitely come. Don't try too hard, your health is more important."

Hearing this, Han Ce looked down at his metal right arm and suddenly forced a somewhat ugly smile:

"Brother, tell me...if those two brats Hu Qing and Gu Yang saw me like this, would they be frightened?

I don't know where they are training now... I don't want them to come with Senior Sword God, this place... is too dangerous."

Yan Bing nodded and was about to express his feelings when the shrill alarm and deafening sound of war drums suddenly rang out in the military camp, interrupting everything!

"Enemy attack! The demons are coming again!"

Yan Bing's expression changed, and he stood up suddenly, grabbed the jade-colored sword leaning against the bed, and rushed out of the room like lightning, leaving only a sentence: "Junior brother, take a rest!"

Inside the house, Han Ce leaned back in his chair, listening to the sudden outburst of shouts, roars of spells, and roars of demons outside.

Closing my eyes tiredly, I whispered to myself, as if in a prayer:

"Brother...you must come back alive."