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The completely demonized Haoyang Zhenren appeared. His eyes were blood red, like burning flames, but there was not a trace of humanity in them, only endless madness and evil.

He exuded a strong demonic aura, which surged and leaped like black flames, as if it wanted to devour everything around him.

He led his disciples from the Burning Flame Sect and the Cloud Mist Sect, who were also corrupted by demons, like a group of evil spirits from hell, and charged menacingly towards the Northern Region's human race.

"Kill!" Haoyang Zhenren roared, his voice seemingly able to pierce the clouds and shatter the heavens. He was the first to charge out, his figure as fast as a ghost.

The magical weapon in his hand was a long black staff, with a magical crystal that emitted an eerie light embedded in the head. Every swing of the staff carried powerful destructive force, and black light shot out like a venomous snake. Wherever it went, the land turned black and the rocks crumbled.

On the Northern Region's human side, Sect Master Feng Qingyang, dressed in a long white robe that fluttered in the fierce wind, raised his arm and shouted, "For the Northern Region, for the human race, fight!"

His voice was firm and powerful, like a resounding bell, echoing in everyone's ears. The crowd responded enthusiastically, their eyes burning with anger and determination.

Fan Tong held the Taiyi Ancient Sword, its blade gleaming with a cold light that seemed to illuminate the dark world. With his sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, he was dashing and fearless in the face of Haoyang Zhenren.

"Haoyang, you traitor, today is your death day!" Fan Tong roared, his voice filled with the power of justice.

Haoyang Zhenren sneered, "You? With that, he brandished his demonic weapon, and a black beam of light shot towards Fan Tong like lightning.

The light carried a chilling aura and deadly power, and the air hissed wherever it passed.

Fan Tong dodged to the side, his movements as nimble as a monkey. The black light grazed past the hem of his clothes, instantly shattering a boulder behind him.

Taking advantage of the moment when Haoyang Zhenren's move was exhausted, Fan Tong swung his sword to counterattack. The Taiyi Ancient Sword in his hand was like a dragon emerging from the sea, thrusting towards Haoyang Zhenren's chest with an unstoppable momentum.

Master Haoyang reacted extremely quickly, using his demonic artifact to block Fan Tong's sword. A loud clang rang out, sparks flew, and both of them were thrown back several steps by the powerful recoil.

The surrounding disciples were also fighting desperately. The human disciples formed battle formations, cooperating with each other to engage in a fierce battle against the demonized enemies.

Some disciples unleashed dazzling spells, with fireballs, ice arrows, and lightning weaving together in the air to create a spectacular sight; others wielded longswords and engaged in close combat with their enemies, each move brimming with power and courage.

A disciple of the Fengqing Sect wielded a longsword, engaging in combat with a demonized disciple of the Fenyan Sect. His swordsmanship was fierce, each strike aimed at the enemy's vital points.

But the demonized disciple possessed immense strength, and with a swing of his battle axe, he forced him to retreat repeatedly. At the critical moment, his companion attacked from the side, striking the demonized disciple in the back with a spell, creating an opportunity for him. He seized the chance and stabbed the demonized disciple in the heart with his sword, ending the battle.

On the other side, a disciple of the Xuanjian Sect and a demonized disciple of the Yunxia Sect engaged in a sword duel. Both of their sword techniques were exquisite, and for a time it was difficult to determine a winner.

However, the Xuanjian Sect disciple, with his superior internal strength and exquisite swordsmanship, gradually gained the upper hand. In the end, he knocked his opponent's sword away with a single strike, subduing him.

On the battlefield, magical light clashed, and the shouts of battle were deafening. Although the human disciples were valiant, the demonized enemies were much stronger, and for a time, the two sides were locked in a stalemate.

Just then, the envoy from the Central Region led his experts into the battlefield. Clad in golden armor and wielding a radiant sword, the envoy resembled a god descending to earth. Behind him, each expert possessed a powerful aura, their bodies surrounded by dazzling light.

The envoy from the Central Region let out a long roar, and with a swing of his sword, a massive sword light slashed towards the demon camp. The sword light was like a rainbow piercing the sun, unstoppable.

Instantly, a huge rift appeared in the demon camp, and dozens of demonized disciples were cut in half by the sword light.

Other experts also unleashed powerful spells and martial arts. Some summoned enormous fire phoenixes that soared through the air, spewing raging flames that burned the demons to ashes; others cast spells that froze the demons in place; still others relied on their superior martial prowess to charge into the demon ranks and slaughter their enemies as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.

Under the combined attack of the crowd, Master Haoyang was gradually overwhelmed. His body was covered in wounds, and blood stained his clothes, but he still fought back frantically.

"Ah!" With a scream, Haoyang Zhenren's arm was severed by Fan Tong. Black blood gushed out, splashing on the ground with a sizzling sound.

Master Haoyang's face was contorted with rage as he roared in agony, "I will not let you go!" But his eyes already revealed fear and despair.

Seeing that the situation was not good, he led a portion of his elite troops in an attempt to escape into the Western Regions.

"Trying to run? Not so easy!" Fan Tong shouted, leading his men in hot pursuit.

They engaged in a chase through the desert. Master Haoyang and his companions fled desperately, raising clouds of sand behind them.

Fan Tong and his group relentlessly pursued them, attacking them continuously. One of the demonized disciples was struck by Fan Tong's sword energy and fell to the ground.

Master Haoyang glanced back, his eyes filled with anger and resentment.

With the help of the Central Region envoy, the group pursued the demons relentlessly and finally dismantled their barrier. A powerful light rose, completely isolating the Northern Region from the demons.

The light was like a huge barrier, flashing with mysterious runes, completely blocking the aura of the demons.

"It's finally over..." Everyone looked at the isolated light, and a relieved smile appeared on their tired faces.

Sect Master Feng Qingyang stepped forward, looked at everyone, and said, "This is our common victory, but we cannot let our guard down. We must always be vigilant against the demons' renewed invasion."

Fan Tong nodded, his gaze firm, and said, "As long as we are united, we have nothing to fear from any enemy."

"This time, you Northern Region did a good job!" Seeing that the matter was understood, the Central Region envoy also stopped his pursuit.

"However, now is not the time to celebrate. All of you sects should hurry up and prepare, as I am about to lead one hundred young talents back to the Central Region!"

"With this battle underway, you can allocate the specific spots yourselves. Depart promptly in three days!"

After the envoy from the Central Region finished speaking, he turned and left to continue inspecting the eroded lands of the Northern Region, in order to prevent the Western Region demons from leaving any hidden tricks!

As for the other sects in the Northern Region, they returned to the Wind Sword Sect to study and determine the number of disciples each sect would send.

After a heated argument, the 100 disciples were finally decided!