Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

"Brother Mingxiu, Lord Zhao, hello!"

A hint of surprise flashed in Zhao Mingxiu and Zhao Minghang's eyes, as if they were drowning people grasping at the last straw.

"Zheng Qian, you've come at just the right time!" Zhao Mingxiu gasped for breath, the blood dripping from the tip of his sword drawing eerie arcs in the night.

Zheng Qian charged forward, pointing at the demon army with overwhelming momentum: "We, the Iron-Blooded Conquest Alliance, will never abandon our comrades. Today, let us fight side by side and wipe out these demons!"

With Zheng Qian's command, the alliance members performed their duties, some taking charge of the frontal assault, others protecting the flanks, their tactics perfectly coordinated. The demon army's originally stable formation began to falter, and the Iron-Blooded Conquest Alliance tore open a gap, penetrating deep into enemy territory. Mo Feng's face also turned grim.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zhao Mingxiu and Zhao Minghang launched a counterattack. Their teamwork was impeccable, their swords flashing like a tapestry, felling demon soldiers wherever they went. Zhao Minghang even unleashed his potential, slashing his sword and severing the weapons of several demon experts with astonishing power.

"Young Master Zhao, now that we've made it out alive, we should definitely drink and celebrate this victory together!" Zhao Minghang laughed, his fighting spirit surging.

Zhao Mingxiu nodded, his eyes shining with determination: "If we can survive this ordeal, I, Zhao Mingxiu, will never forget our brotherhood, and I will repay you handsomely in the future!"

Zhao Minghang couldn't help but smile. What kind of relationship could be stronger than sharing life and death?

He took out a pill from his pocket and put it in his mouth, unleashing even greater combat power. If he returned alive today, he would subtly suggest to Zhao Mingxiu that they march into the Divine Court without Zhao Nuo's recommendation.

Zheng Qian did not participate in the battle. Instead, he took out bags of pills from his spatial ring and distributed them to each member.

"Brothers, give it your all! Don't worry about running out of spiritual energy, I have plenty of pills, we'll eat them like candy today."

Li Zun's Nine Dragons Gauntlets were a third-grade magic weapon, so a few days ago he had chosen a third-grade magic weapon inner armor. Now, he completely abandoned defense, his dragon energy swirling within him, and with a single punch, countless soldiers from the three races were killed or wounded. His spiritual energy surged and roared, as if nine true dragons were churning within his blood, each punch carrying earth-shattering power. Li Zun's figure darted across the battlefield, sweeping away the demon army like autumn leaves in his wake.

On the other side, although Zheng Qian did not directly participate in the battle, his command was like an invisible sword, precisely striking the weak point of the demon army. Under Zheng Qian's command, the members of the Iron-Blooded Conquest Alliance were in high spirits and their combat power was off the charts. They not only possessed extraordinary martial arts skills and magical artifacts, but also had a strong desire for victory and trust in their teammates.

"Today, I will make sure they never return." Mo Feng sneered as he commanded the warriors of the three races to besiege the Ironblood Alliance's Conquest members, showing no concern whatsoever for the deaths of his men.

However, Mo Feng's smile quickly froze on his face. Despite the large number of demons, their advantage was being eroded little by little by the Iron-Blooded Conquest Alliance's exquisite tactics and the members' selfless fighting spirit.

Zheng Qian's command was unwavering, as if he could perceive every subtle change on the battlefield. Every order he gave precisely mobilized the alliance members, inflicting heavy losses on the demon army. The seven prodigies' frenzied attacks further terrified the demon army. Their fists, imbued with dragon energy, were invincible, crushing the demon soldiers like fragile straws before them.

The combined efforts of Zhao Mingxiu and Zhao Minghang also inflicted heavy losses on the demon race's experts. Both possessed exceptional swordsmanship and worked seamlessly together, each exchange claiming the lives of several demon race masters. Zhao Minghang, further enhanced by the pill, experienced a surge in combat power; with a single stroke of his sword, a cold light flashed, and no one in the demon army could stop him.

As time passed, the demon army's formation became increasingly chaotic, and their morale plummeted. Meanwhile, the members of the Iron-Blooded Conquest Alliance, under Zheng Qian's command, fought with ever-growing ferocity, seemingly tireless. Each of their charges forced the demon army back a step; each of their attacks felled swathes of demon soldiers.

"Ho ho ho..." Mo Feng let out a terrifying laugh. He drew a blood-red broadsword from his back and waved it at the army behind him: "Everyone, charge! Capture Zheng Qian and Zhao Mingxiu alive!"

Mo Feng's roar swept across the battlefield like a raging storm, his blood-red broadsword gleaming with a chilling light, seemingly capable of cleaving through any obstacle. However, faced with Mo Feng's frenzied commands, the members of the Iron-Blooded Conquest Alliance did not flinch in the slightest; instead, they became even more resolute.

Zheng Qian's eyes sharpened, knowing full well that the battlefield had reached its most critical moment.

"Li Ming, you lead the disciples of the Heavenly Vein Sect and you must hold off Mo Feng!" Zheng Qian's voice was firm and powerful, clearly reaching Li Ming's ears through the raging flames of war.

Upon hearing this, Li Ming's eyes widened, and his aura suddenly surged. He roared, his figure like a wild horse unleashed, charging straight towards the location of Mo Feng with unstoppable momentum. His fire spear was like a storm, each swing accompanied by a deafening roar, creating a sea of ​​fire that caused the surrounding demon soldiers to scatter.

At the same time, Zhao Mingxiu and Zhao Minghang displayed astonishing teamwork and strength. Their swordsmanship was sharp and their coordination seamless, like a sharp blade, moving freely through the demon army. Zhao Minghang, aided by the pill, reached unprecedented heights in combat power; his swordsmanship became increasingly fierce, each strike containing the immense power to slay even a master demon.

"Trying to save people? Dream on." Mo Feng flew towards the Iron Blood Conquest Alliance with a whoosh. Zheng Qian and his group were only 300 meters away from Zhao Mingxiu and Zhao Minghang. If they continued fighting, the two sides would really meet up.

Three hundred meters seems like a short distance. However, this distance is filled with countless soldiers from the three races. For every one of them they kill, another will take their place, making it impossible for them to move an inch.

"Your opponent is me!" Li Ming roared, throwing five fiery spears from his body. The five spears drew scorching trajectories in the air, accompanied by whistling winds, heading straight for Mo Feng. Each fiery spear contained Li Ming's profound spiritual power and indomitable will, as if it wanted to set the sky ablaze.

Mo Feng snorted coldly, wielding his blood-red broadsword. The blade's light surged forth like a wave of blood, colliding violently with the five fiery spears. Several loud "bangs" resounded as the light from the intertwined spears and blade instantly illuminated the surroundings. The powerful energy fluctuations forced the surrounding demon soldiers to take several steps back.

However, Mo Feng's strength was simply too overwhelming. Although the five fire spears were incredibly powerful, they were still cut down one by one. Li Ming's expression changed slightly, but he was not discouraged. Instead, he burst into action again, like a phoenix rising from the ashes, charging towards Mo Feng.

The two clashed instantly, their swords flashing and sparks flying. Li Ming's fiery spear danced in the air, each strike delivered with all his might, attempting to find an opening in Mo Feng's defenses. Mo Feng, however, relied on the sharpness of his blood-red greatsword and his own immense strength to fight Li Ming to a standstill.

As time went by, Li Ming gradually felt his strength waning. Each of Mo Feng's attacks was as heavy as a mountain, making it difficult for him to withstand. Wounds began to appear on Li Ming's body, but his eyes remained resolute. He knew that he could not back down now.

"Li Ming, hold on!" Zheng Qian's voice came from afar. With a wave of his hand, a bag of pills landed accurately in Li Ming's hand.

At this moment, Zheng Qian was everyone's lifeline; his elixirs seemed inexhaustible. Whether severely injured or depleted of spiritual energy, he could always produce a bag of pills.

Li Miaoran's eyes occasionally swept over Zheng Qian, a faint smile playing on her lips. Her previous injuries had almost completely healed, and she continued to fight.

"The Soul Melody of the Orchid." Li Miaoran hovered in the air, her fingers gently stroking the seventh-grade magic weapon, the Curtain-Land Qin. The demons on the road seemed to be bewitched, forgetting that this was a battlefield, and allowing the members of the Iron-Blooded Conquest Alliance to kill them.

"Purple Lightning Thunder Technique." Dongfang Honglei unleashed a sword strike, and all the demons within a hundred meters in front of him died, turning into charred corpses.

The seven prodigies took turns attacking, transforming into sharp swords and breaking through the demon army.

"Haha, Zheng Qian, I knew you guys would come." Zhao Mingxiu laughed, seemingly unconcerned about the three sword wounds he had sustained.

What he enjoys is the feeling of fighting on the battlefield.

Zheng Qian nodded to Zhao Mingxiu, but he had no interest in talking to him at the moment. Tonight's operation was orchestrated by Zhao Mingxiu and Zhao Minghang, and Zheng Qian was quite annoyed that Zhao Minghang had brought Zhao Mingxiu along again.

Zhao Mingxiu has a special status, and Zhao Minghang knew this but still did it. He's really daring and eager to improve.

"Brothers, target: Starry Chess Formation, charge!" Zheng Qian roared, not daring to waste a single second. The demon army behind them surged forward like a tide, and countless demon armies lay ahead as well. All he could do now was lead everyone to break through the encirclement and wait for human reinforcements.

None of them have a pseudo-god level expert. At this time, the only demon king level expert among the demon race is Mo Feng. If they withdraw from the encirclement, there is hope.

Most importantly, Zheng Qian provided pills for over four hundred people, and the pills in his spatial ring were almost gone. As for the rearguard action, Li Ming led the disciples of the Heavenly Vein Sect to take on the task.

Mo Feng is very strong; he is just one step away from breaking through to the Pseudo-God Realm, so he is the supreme commander in this battle.

"Hehe... Human, you are very strong, but unfortunately you have met me. I am destined to end your life." Demon Mad slashed down with his sword, the blade light shining for a hundred meters, ridiculously strong.

Mo Feng was the number one person below the pseudo-god realm in Youfeng Rift Valley. If Li Ming hadn't been equally outrageously strong, he would have been killed by Mo Feng long ago.

Li Ming gritted his teeth, a surge of indomitable fighting spirit rising within him. He knew he had reached his limit, but he absolutely could not give up.

"I'll fight to the death!" Li Ming roared, popping a pill into his mouth. His spiritual energy surged like a boiling sea, and his eyes gleamed with determination and unyielding light. At this moment, it seemed as if he had concentrated all his beliefs and will into the blazing spear in his hand.

The fire spear seemed to come alive in Li Ming's hands, burning with raging flames that reflected on his resolute face. He took a deep breath, his muscles tensing, as if he were about to unleash all his power in this single strike.

"Go!" With a roar from Li Ming, he swung his fire spear fiercely. The spear, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, carrying an aura of heat and destruction, shot towards the ferocious, roaring demon with overwhelming force. Wherever the fire spear passed, the air seemed to ignite, leaving behind a long trail of flames.

"Demon Madman, today is your end!" Li Ming's voice echoed in the night sky, filled with unquestionable majesty and domineering aura.

However, facing Li Ming's all-out attack, Mo Feng showed no fear whatsoever. A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips, and the demonic blade in his hand drew a strange arc in the air, easily cleaving the meteor-like fire spear in two. The scorching flames scattered in the air, but failed to touch Mo Feng in the slightest.

"Hmph, a mere human dares to contend with me? You are truly overestimating yourself!" Mo Feng's tone was full of disdain and mockery. With a flicker of his figure, he appeared in front of Li Ming like a ghost. He raised his demonic blade again, its cold light flashing, aiming directly at Li Ming's vitals.

Li Ming's heart tightened. He could feel the terrifying power contained in Mo Feng's attack, far surpassing any of his previous attacks. But he had no way out. He could only grit his teeth, mobilize all the spiritual power in his body, and prepare to meet this fatal blow.

"Boom!" Two powerful forces collided in mid-air, unleashing a deafening roar. Li Ming felt an immense force surging from all directions, as if to tear his body to shreds. He tried his best to resist, but still could not withstand the surging demonic energy like a tidal wave.

"Pfft!" A mouthful of blood spurted from Li Ming's mouth, and his body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground. His face was as pale as paper, his body was covered in wounds, and his spiritual energy was completely depleted.

The pills in Li Ming's dantian suddenly burst forth, and his depleted spiritual power was instantly restored.

This sudden change brought Li Ming a slight sense of relief, but he also understood that it was only a temporary respite. While the pills could temporarily replenish his spiritual energy, they couldn't fundamentally change the unfavorable situation of the battle. Seeing this, Mo Feng's eyes flashed with surprise, but it was quickly replaced by a deeper, cold laugh.

"Hmph, just a death throes." Mo Feng slowly walked towards Li Ming, his demonic blade dragging on the ground, emitting a chilling metallic scraping sound. Each step seemed to pound on Li Ming's taut nerves, making him unable to ignore the impending despair.

At the same time, Li Ming tore open the suppression talisman without hesitation. Once this mysterious talisman was broken, it was as if the floodgates that had been imprisoning his power had been opened, and an unprecedentedly powerful force instantly surged into his body. His muscles swelled under the infusion of power, his veins bulged, and his whole being seemed to have been reborn, exuding a chilling aura.

Driven by this force, Li Ming's movements became even more swift and powerful, and his eyes became more resolute and courageous. He knew that at this moment, he was no longer the monstrous cultivator of the Heavenly Vein Sect, but a warrior capable of challenging powerful enemies and upholding justice.

Rumble... Suddenly, a hideous rift opened in the sky, dark clouds rolled, thunder roared, and Li Ming's tribulation of lightning arrived.