Having the genes of a demon king, I never intended to be a kept man.

"..."

Among the other races, those Soul Emperor realm generals who had previously been eyeing each other with gleaming eyes and were eager to make a move immediately became obedient, suppressing all their thoughts and daring not to make any further unusual moves.

Ye Bing still had her arms crossed, her beautiful yet aloof face revealing little emotion.

She glanced at the human army and frowned slightly.

Then, to everyone's surprise, the human soldiers didn't seem nervous at all. Faced with such a desperate situation, they remained calm and composed, maintaining their army formation in an orderly manner.

The faces of those human warriors showed no fear or panic as expected, only an almost indifferent calm, as if what was above them was not the Blood Array of Annihilation, but just a routine exercise.

They held their weapons silently, their eyes fixed straight ahead, their discipline so strict... they didn't seem like living soldiers, but more like a group of precisely operating war machines.

On the contrary, whether it was her fallen angel army, Yan Ji's demon army, Su Yanling's spirit demon army, Liu Ying's succubus army, or the holy elves and dark elf warriors they had captured, they were all clearly agitated. Some were pale, some were trembling, and some had even collapsed to the ground. Obviously, many of them were in a state of panic.

Ye Bing pondered: 'It's unbelievable... How exactly does Ye Ge train his army?'

How could the entire army remain so calm, like a bunch of robots, in such a critical situation?

'Aren't they afraid of dying?'

Ye Bing was puzzled and somewhat discouraged.

Am I really inferior to him in every way...?

In my memory, the human army a dozen years ago was not like this.

The only one who could have turned the human army into what it is now is Nightsong...

Is this guy really better than her in every way? What kind of cheat code does he have? How can even the soldiers he trains become so extraordinary?

Bai Xueling glanced at Su Yanling and the others with her calm, blood-red eyes, then turned to Ye Ge and asked, "What do we do now?"

The tens of thousands of soldiers on their human side were all substitute puppets, so of course they weren't worried.

However, the Spirit Race, Demon Race, and Fallen Angel Race are all living, breathing beings.

Bai Xueling was the empress of the Spirit Demon Clan in her previous life, so of course she wouldn't want so many Spirit Demon Clan members to die here.

"Wait a moment."

As Ye Ge spoke, he bent down again, kneeling on one knee and placing one hand on the ground.

He closed his eyes, and his condensed spiritual power, as solid as a substance, once again transformed into invisible threads, silently penetrating the soil and rapidly spreading into the depths of the vast blood-red plain.

Sima Qing had clearly made multiple preparations beforehand for this blood-red plain; even after they broke through the eerie fog, it could still block their communication signals.

Now he can only rely on transmitting his divine sense to communicate with others through telepathic means.

Fortunately, his mental strength was strong enough.

......

The other side of the plain.

King Jinling and King Yan were leading the elite of their respective clans in a fierce battle against a horde of frenzied, blood-burning insectoids, trying to tear open a way to escape. However, they were repeatedly forced back by the relentless swarms of insects, and their casualties were increasing. Their hearts were burning with anxiety.

"King Jinling, King Yan, can you hear me?"

At that moment, Ye Ge's voice suddenly resounded deep within their minds.

Both clan leaders were startled. Then, as if they had grasped a lifeline, their indescribable joy almost broke down their tense defenses!

"Lord Night Song!? I can hear you, I can hear you!" King Golden Feather almost shouted, responding urgently with his divine sense.

"If you want to live, do exactly as I say from now on." Ye Ge's voice was calm and composed, yet it contained a power that compelled people to believe him.

"Yes, yes, yes... Please tell me."

"I'll give you coordinates, and there I'll leave a large door open for you, and then... understand?"

King Jinling and King Yan were actually a little confused.

However, they decided to do as Ye Ge said, thinking that they couldn't go wrong!

"Yes! We got it!"

"Ah."

Ye Ge said no more, decisively severed the connection with his consciousness, and slowly opened his eyes.

He stood up and reached behind him.

With a clear, resonant clang, the Demon Slayer Blade, shrouded in an ominous aura, was drawn from its sheath and firmly grasped in his hand.

"Everyone, get out of here," Ye Ge said calmly.

A hint of doubt flashed in Yan Ji's crimson eyes; she didn't understand what Ye Ge wanted to do.

"it is good."

Xia Xiyao, Nangong Qiuyue, Bai Xueling, and the others seemed to have anticipated this, and upon hearing this, they immediately led their companions to disperse, clearing out a sufficiently spacious area.

Ye Bing's heart skipped a beat; she vaguely guessed what Ye Ge was planning to do...

Ye Ge held the Demon Slayer Blade horizontally in his right hand, his eyes fixed on the blade's surface, which reflected his calm gaze like a mirror.

In no time, pure and condensed black and red magic power suddenly ignited on the blade!

The blade hummed louder and louder, and ancient, obscure dark red patterns lit up one after another, radiating a terrifying and powerful demonic aura.

Immediately afterwards, he twisted his wrist sharply, and the blade drew a sharp and smooth trajectory in the air in front of him—a vertical line and a horizontal line.

The movements are simple, yet they contain immense power capable of tearing through space.

“Sizzle——!!!”

It wasn't the sound of metal cutting through the air, but rather a deeper, more eerie tearing sound, as if the fabric of space was being forcibly ripped apart!

The cross-shaped radiance formed from the sword energy did not dissipate. Instead, it seemed to be branded into the air like a hot iron dipped in cold oil, the radiance flowing and lingering for a long time. Then, the center point of the cross began to twist and collapse, the radiance spreading outwards and tearing a hole in the stable spatial structure!

The crack was initially only a foot or so wide, with unstable black and red arcs of electricity leaping at its edges. Inside, it was a bottomless abyss, seemingly connected to another world of absolute darkness. Then, as if it possessed a life of its own, it slowly extended and expanded in four directions: up, down, left, and right…

In the blink of an eye, a cross-shaped void rift, tens of meters high, with magical patterns flowing along its edges and emanating ancient, desolate, yet incredibly powerful magical energy, stood prominently before everyone!

It was no longer just a crack, but had transformed into a majestic, imposing, and oppressive cross-shaped gate to the demon realm!