The Soul Threshold is nearby!

Both Tang Xiaoxuan and Ye Wuzheng feared someone might take advantage of the battle to steal the Evil Treasure from the Soul Threshold, so they both tacitly agreed to place the battlefield here.

This way, the Soul Threshold is right in front of them, and anyone who tries to enter will be clearly seen.

However, this also increases the complexity of the battle.

Song Yan buried his face in the Female Cultivator's hair, gently smelling her fragrance, while his restless hand teased her, making her giggle.

With her laughter, his mood relaxed as well.

He smiled unknowingly at the flower in front of Buddha, feeling joyful because of the Female Cultivator before him.

Then, his gaze fell on the distant Demon Monk, his expression showing disdain and contempt.

The Demon Monk, clad in a red robe, concealed his insect-like body, sneering coldly without moving.

Its entire body was taut, ready to spring.

Meanwhile, Song Yan was completely relaxed, teasing the Female Cultivator, blissfully flirting as if no one else was around.

Naturally...

The Ancient Race and the Mountain and Sea Demon Race have always harbored many grievances.

Watching each other is certainly not limited to Song Yan and the Demon Monk; many people are eyeing their own opponents or enemies across the camps.

Tang Xiaoxuan sat calmly at the front of the Void Ship, glancing up at the sky.

He was waiting for nightfall.

For only when night falls can the Night King Ancient Race unleash their full power.

But Ye Suiyun would not give them such an opportunity. He drifted close to Vilampu, whispering a few words.

Vilampu seemed impatient too, suddenly transforming into a dark whirlwind, floating upwards, and exclaimed in a strange voice, "Let's settle the enmity between the Ancient Demon Race today!"

Tang Xiaoxuan stood up abruptly, shouting, "Invading my land, feeding on my people, those who are not of my race must be eradicated, all of you... must die!!"

With that, he suddenly activated the array, shouting, "If you have the ability, come in!"

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

One by one, arrays were activated.

The Human Race excels at the combination of treasures and arrays. Charging blindly into a bloodbath with the Demon Race, disregarding everything, would be foolish.

"My lord, you..."

The beautiful Female Cultivator's hand slowly released from Song Yan's neck, feeling he should get involved.

Song Yan just smiled lightly and said, "No hurry."

Then he relaxed, reclining comfortably and indulging in the Profound Fruit from the table beside him.

Everyone has their own preferred way and habitual methods to calm their mind and nurture their battle spirit. Such as playing chess, drinking tea, sharpening knives, etc...

But Song Yan's preference is women.

The true self from the seven emotions and six desires, the so-called six desires, are mere greed.

Greed for beauty, greed for music, greed for fragrance, greed for food, greed for comfort, greed for pleasure...

The joy of all beings stems from this.

And women can fully provide him with these six desires.

Song Yan closed his eyes, once again smelling the fragrance emanating from the beautiful Female Cultivator, only feeling increasingly immersed in a state of burning desire.

Feeling it still wasn't enough, he beckoned another Female Cultivator nearby.

She approached, bringing a different scent and praise, while tightly pressing against him from behind, starting to slowly massage his shoulders.

Had these two Female Cultivators not known that this Ancient Race Cultivator was the Formless Ancient Race prodigy who recently obliterated the Sect Leader of the Fire Worship Demon Sect, they might have thought he was just an inexperienced second-generation heir roaming the battleground.

"My lord, you're amazing..."

"My lord, stop..."

Amongst the sounds of playfulness, the distant slaughter was ready to erupt.

Demons began to charge the array!

In the void, the buzzing of insects quickly approached, akin to a sudden downpour, striking the Array Shield.

The surface of the shield, like a still ancient well, immediately rippled, occasionally shooting out Talismans from Human Race Cultivators, exploding into bursts of flame in mid-air.

Yet these insects were entirely unafraid of the flames, continuing to penetrate, while from within the shield, Cultivators burst forth, wielding their Profound Treasures, manifesting various energies to repel those penetrating insects, akin to releasing small units of cavalry at strategic points.

With the Array Shield in place, we could both attack and defend.

But the Demon Race insects suffered no damage, their offensive was pervasive, like a giant hand from the sky striking down upon the numerous Array Shields of the Ancient Race Cultivators.

Then the Demon Race demons and cultivators moved.

Their battle intensified further.

The Night King Ancient Race had not yet acted; they were all waiting for nighttime.

Tang Xiaoxuan naturally held his position, raising his hand to wield a staff, swinging it over a hundred meters, causing death wherever it landed, but after two swings, it was blocked by a black whirlwind.

Tang Xiaoxuan raised his head, meeting Vilampu's gaze.

They ascended in unison, facing off.

The remaining Purple Mansion Cultivators and demons paired off for combat.

As for the Crimson Palace Refining Profound, it was engaged in a chaotic battle.

The Demon Monk pushed through the crowd, his gaze fixed on Song Yan.

Yet Song Yan sat calmly in the central military array, unfazed, happily flirting with the Female Cultivators, laughing heartily.

"My lord, you're annoying..."

"My lord, again?"

Time passed second by second until nighttime arrived.

Moonlight was like frosty blossoms scattering in the sky.

The Night King Ancient Race finally made their move.

With their actions, the battle turned more brutal.

Many Cultivators began to be worn out, with death becoming prevalent.

More and more people perished...

On this night, Song Yan reveled on the bloody battlefield with two beautiful Female Cultivators, thoroughly enjoying himself, while his Spirit soared rapidly.

By dawn, the two women were utterly exhausted, limp on the ground, and Song Yan took a deep breath.

He inhaled the scent of blood and death.

He raised his hand, taking out two elixirs to replenish Primordial Qi and fed them to the women, then patted them and said, "Help me send a letter to Gusha Mountain."

After speaking, he indeed took out the letter.

The two women took the letter, swiftly fleeing from the battlefield.

Only then did Song Yan lazily stretch, reaching into the void to pull out the blood-red Myriad Souls Banner, spread it with his left hand, and put on the glove embedded with eight Divine Soul White Cave Crystal Jades on his palm.

In the next moment, his expression became sharply severe, the "Introduction" in his palm frantically rotating, incorporating the "Divine Soul White Cave Crystal Jade," forming the "Myriad Souls Banner Sacrificial Refining Array."

"Come!!"

He raised his hand.

The Divine Souls brought by almost a day's worth of battle suddenly felt a strong attraction, coming toward him and then... entering the banner, becoming his power!

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