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Chapter 179 Immortals and Demons Clash, Yao Nu Initiates the War

The clamor of the victory banquet had long since dissipated, and a cold wind howled from the top floor of the Demon Palace.

As Dai Yao gazed at the endless rows of battle flags in the distance, a huge weight seemed to press down on her heart.

The air was no longer filled with the aroma of celebratory wine, but with a strong stench of blood, foreshadowing the impending bloodshed.

The great war between immortals and demons is about to break out!

"Yao'er, what are you thinking about?" A familiar voice sounded from behind, accompanied by a warm hug.

Dai Yao tilted her head slightly and leaned gently on the mysterious figure's shoulder. "With a great battle imminent, I... am a little uneasy."

"With me here, what is there to be afraid of?" The mysterious figure spoke casually, yet with an undeniable firmness.

Dai Yao took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, and turned her gaze to the battlefield.

The Demon Palace soldiers stood ready, facing the overwhelming Immortal Alliance army. Their faces showed no fear, only a resolute determination to die for their cause.

Suddenly, Dai Yao's gaze sharpened. She sensed a strange flow of energy, like a gentle stream, yet concealing a surging torrent.

This fortune comes from the rear of the Immortal Alliance, from a seemingly well-defended but actually weak and vulnerable core of the formation!

"What a clever feint!" Dai Yao thought to herself, a barely perceptible smile curving her lips.

"Pass on my order: command the Blood Fiend Battalion to bypass the enemy's flank and strike directly at the heart of their formation!"

The order was quickly relayed, and the Demon Palace soldiers, like arrows released from a bow, silently flanked the Immortal Alliance.

The commander of the Xianfang allied forces was overseeing the battle at the front, completely unaware of the approaching danger.

He glanced at the somewhat flustered formation of the Demon Palace soldiers and sneered inwardly: "They're nothing but a rabble, yet they dare to challenge the majesty of the Immortal Realm!"

However, just as he was feeling triumphant, a shout of battle suddenly came from his flank.

The Blood Fiend Camp of the Demon Palace descended like divine soldiers, sweeping through the enemy lines with unstoppable force, instantly tearing apart the defenses of the Immortal Alliance.

The commander of the Xianfang allied forces was greatly alarmed and hurriedly mobilized his troops in an attempt to reverse the tide of the war.

However, it was too late.

The Demon Palace soldiers were in high spirits and fought with increasing ferocity, causing the Immortal Alliance to suffer repeated defeats.

"Damn it! How could this happen!" Commander Xianfang roared in anger. He never expected that he would be outmaneuvered by a mere "greenhorn" leader of the Demon Palace!

Looking at the one-sided situation on the battlefield, Dai Yao felt no joy, but rather a deeper sense of gravity.

She turned to look at the mysterious figure and said in a low voice, "Something... seems amiss..."

The mysterious figure smiled slightly and said meaningfully, "Indeed, the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind..."

As soon as Dai Yao finished speaking, a powerful pressure swept over the sky. Commander Xianfang arrived on his sword, stood in mid-air, and stared intently at Dai Yao with piercing eyes.

"Little girl, you're full of tricks! But that's enough for now!"

Dai Yao remained calm and chuckled lightly, "Oh my, isn't this the famous 'Iron-Faced Yama' of the Immortal Realm? I've heard so much about him, and seeing him today, I can confirm that his reputation is well-deserved. This overwhelming aura of immortality almost blinded my titanium alloy eyes!"

Commander Xianfang snorted coldly, too lazy to waste words with her, and directly summoned his natal magic weapon—a long sword with a chilling light—pointing it directly at Dai Yao: "Prepare to die!"

The two instantly engaged in a fierce battle, their sword energy crisscrossing and their spells intertwining.

Commander Xianfang lived up to his reputation as a late-stage Nascent Soul expert, his moves were fierce and relentless. Although Dai Yao had the advantage of having a cheat ability, she gradually felt powerless.

Meanwhile, the Demon Palace soldiers and the Immortal Alliance forces were also embroiled in a fierce melee.

The Immortal Alliance was full of experts, and their dazzling spells were endless.

Although the Demon Palace warriors were fearless, they gradually lost ground in the face of overwhelming power.

Seeing her own troops' morale plummeting, Dai Yao was frantic with worry. While fending off the attacks of the Immortal Fang commander, she shouted, "Brothers, hold on! We, the people of the Demon Palace, would rather die standing than live on our knees! Stand up straight!" With that, she unleashed the Demon Palace's most precious treasure—the Netherworld Ghost Fire. The ghostly blue flames drifted like phantoms, instantly engulfing a large portion of the surrounding Immortal Fang allied forces, their power terrifying.

Seeing this, the soldiers of the Demon Palace were greatly encouraged, and they fought bravely as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

In an instant, the battlefield was filled with deafening battle cries, and blood and flesh flew everywhere, a scene of utter carnage.

In the midst of the fierce battle, Dai Yao keenly sensed something amiss. She abruptly turned her head and looked at the traitorous ally not far away, only to see him quietly approaching the healing camp, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes...

Dai Yao's heart sank: "Not good!" She was about to stop them, but was forced back by the Immortal Commander's sword and watched helplessly as the traitorous ally rushed into the healing camp.

"Ah—" A shrill scream pierced the sky, and a small figure flew out of the camp and crashed heavily in front of Dai Yao.

It's that little lama!

Dai Yao rushed forward to check and found that the little boy was on the verge of death, with a blood-stained dagger stuck in his chest.

The little boy struggled to open his eyes, looked at Dai Yao, and said in a weak voice, "Sister...save me..."

Dai Yao held the little boy tightly, a surge of anger burning within her.

She looked up at her traitorous ally, her eyes filled with murderous intent: "You deserve to die!"

Just then, a mysterious figure suddenly appeared beside Dai Yao, grabbed her hand, and said in a deep voice, "Yao'er, be careful!"

Dai Yao turned around abruptly, only to see Commander Xianfang's sword already inches away...

"Yao'er..." The mysterious figure's voice carried an indescribable sorrow.

As Dai Yao watched the Immortal Commander's sword tip approach, at the critical moment, the mysterious figure suddenly pulled her into his arms, using himself as a shield to take the blow!

"Pfft—" Fresh blood gushed out, staining Dai Yao's clothes red.

"You!" Dai Yao was shocked and furious, her eyes instantly reddening.

She steadied the swaying, mysterious figure, a strong sense of guilt welling up inside her.

It's all her fault for being too careless; she didn't even notice the traitor's ally's scheme, causing him to take the sword for her!

The mysterious figure forced a weak smile, enduring the pain: "Yao'er, don't cry, I'm alright... cough cough..."

Dai Yao quickly fed him a healing pill and anxiously channeled her spiritual energy into him.

Meanwhile, the situation on the battlefield became increasingly chaotic.

While Dai Yao was distracted, the traitorous ally secretly slipped to Commander Xianfang's side and whispered a few words to him.

Although Dai Yao was healing the mysterious figure, her attention remained focused on the battlefield.

She keenly noticed the subtle movements of the traitorous ally, as well as the fleeting smug smile on his face.

"So that's how it is..." Dai Yao sneered inwardly. It seemed that this traitorous ally was colluding with the Immortal Alliance!

Without making a sound, she attached a wisp of her divine sense to the traitorous ally, secretly observing his actions.

As she had predicted, the traitorous ally handed over the Demon Palace's defense map to Commander Xianfang.

The Immortal Commander was overjoyed and immediately adjusted his strategy, preparing to launch a general offensive against the Demon Palace.

Dai Yao's lips curled into a sly smile: "Want to break through my Demon Palace? Let's see if you have the ability!"

She secretly modified several key positions on the defense map, and then deliberately exposed a flaw to lure the Xianfang allied forces into a trap.

As expected, the immortal commander fell for the trap and led his massive army to attack the demon palace.

Dai Yao, along with the soldiers of the Demon Palace, were waiting in ambush within the trap.

With a loud "boom," the vanguard of the Xianfang allied forces crashed into the trap, suffering heavy casualties instantly.

"What's going on?!" Commander Xianfang's expression changed drastically, only then realizing that he had fallen into a trap.

He roared and was about to order a retreat when he found himself surrounded by the Demon Palace's army.

"Trying to leave now? Too late!" Dai Yao appeared before the Immortal Commander with a cold smile. "Today, I'll show you my power!"

Another fierce battle ensued.

Dai Yao and the mysterious figure fought side by side, like two sharp knives, shuttling back and forth in the enemy ranks, invincible.

During a lull in the fighting, the two exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with concern and trust for each other.

However, they all knew that this war had only just begun...

The mysterious figure looked at Dai Yao and said softly, "Yao'er..."

Yao'er reacted quickly and caught him. The strong smell of blood made her stomach churn, but she forced it down.

"Don't speak! Conserve your strength!" she whispered, recklessly channeling her spiritual energy into his body.

A faint smile appeared on the mysterious figure's pale face as he weakly said, "Yao'er, don't worry, I won't die..."

"Shut up!" Yao'er glared at him fiercely. What kind of time is this to still be talking nonsense!

If it weren't for maintaining her image as the Demon Lord, she would have loved to slap him to death!

Seriously, why is this guy gushing blood like it's free?

It's a good thing this is a cultivation novel; it would have been completely doomed in the real world!

The battle between immortals and demons raged on, with shouts of battle shaking the heavens, but Yao'er had no time to pay attention.

While keeping an eye on the mysterious figure's injuries, she also kept an eye on the battlefield.

Good heavens, this traitorous ally is a real scoundrel. He actually sold false intelligence to the Xianfang commander, causing the Xianfang allied forces to run around like headless flies and fall right into her carefully laid trap!

Seeing the Immortal Alliance being blown to pieces, Yao'er felt a surge of secret pleasure: Serves you right for bullying me!

I'll show you how much you can look down on demons!

Today I'll show you why flowers are so red!

However, before she could rejoice for long, she discovered that her traitorous ally was sneaking towards the edge of the battlefield.

Yao'er's eyes flashed. Was this guy trying to run away?

dream!

She secretly separated a wisp of her divine consciousness and firmly locked onto the traitorous ally.

"Yao'er, I feel much better..." The mysterious figure's voice was so weak it sounded like a mosquito's hum.

Yao'er rolled her eyes at him, annoyed: "Close your eyes! Go to sleep! Don't you understand healing? You talk too much!" She didn't have time to care whether he lived or died; this traitorous ally was definitely up to no good!

As expected, the traitorous ally did not flee, but instead hid in the shadows, watching Yao'er and the mysterious figure with sinister eyes.

He cursed under his breath, "Damn it! This intelligence was fake! That bitch Dai Yao, how dare she play me!" A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes as he touched an inconspicuous little bottle in his pocket. "Since I can't beat them head-on, I'll resort to underhanded tactics!"

On Yao'er's side, the mysterious figure's injuries have finally been stabilized for the time being.

She let out a long sigh, looked up at the smoke-filled battlefield, and suddenly felt a sense of unease.

It felt like being targeted by a venomous snake...

“Yao’er…” The mysterious figure gently tugged at her sleeve.

"What's wrong?" Yao'er turned to look at him.

The mysterious figure's face grew even paler. He pointed to a shadowy spot at the edge of the battlefield, his voice trembling, "Look..."