I am a living immortal.

Chapter 535 A Fight to the Death

Every battle was considered the last, so they fought with all their might, blowing horns and waving their flags, and the battle was about to begin.

The elders were at the forefront. They no longer looked like they did when they first walked out of the dojo, whether in terms of fighting style or experience.

Bunches of spears hurled down from the city walls. This wave of attacks drew a line, and those crossing it were doomed. Tens of thousands of spears instantly impaled the first group of monsters they encountered. As for why spears were used instead of arrows—arrows weren't particularly lethal against many monsters, while thrown spears were far more lethal. Furthermore, these spears weren't disposable weapons; they could be reused.

This was both a warning and a reminder of the battlefield. Years of battle had already made them familiar with the beast tide. Every step was based on experience gained from stepping over countless corpses.

Just like the reason for using melee combat instead of magic. Magic is powerful, capable of slaying more demon beasts at once, everyone knows it. So why not use it? It's because of the spiritual energy... the thinness of spiritual energy makes those powerful magics a last resort, not a routine measure. After all, Sishui City lacks a sage, and it's impossible for them to unleash a rain of fire at will. If Sishui City were a Taoist temple, there wouldn't be any need for this. This is the best solution out of necessity.

Several figures led the charge. Their spirit swords wielded relentlessly amidst the vast horde, each strike destined for fatality. Blades flashed, flesh and blood flew everywhere. These low-level demonic beasts roared, attempting to tear everything in their path with their teeth and claws. They seemed to have a strange reverence for the flesh and blood of humans, especially those cultivating immortality. This was a common thread; to the demons, humans were like walking medicinal herbs. This was also why Sishui City was frequently invaded. A population of tens of millions was enough to drive all the demonic beasts mad.

This was Wang Yang's first time fighting on such a battlefield. He had previously stayed within Sishui City, merely observing the monsters from across the walls. Now, things were different. His spirit sword cleaved through the monsters, feeling the fleeting nature of life. The splattering blood stained his armor red. At first, his master could still guide him, but over time, he grew more accustomed to this kind of combat. But his master had long since vanished into the vast herd.

"Roar!" Facing the flying monster, Wang Yang charged forward without hesitation. With a "bang!" the two collided. The sharp claws were blocked by the seal characters on the armor, and the illuminated seal characters collided with the claws, sparking sparks. His longsword pierced the opponent's head. With the death of one monster, more monsters rushed forward.

Endless. The battlefield here was like a meat grinder, blood and flesh splattered everywhere, the smoke of war everywhere. Constant fighting allowed Wang Yang to grow rapidly. He learned without a teacher how to kill monsters with less effort, how to find a way out of a siege by numerous monsters, and how to adapt to the ever-changing situation.

For example, even as he was killing several monsters, a larger monster not far away was devouring the remains of its companions. While it wouldn't suddenly become incredibly powerful, its danger was increasing. This monster was both more intelligent and more dangerous. Size often indicated strength.

And now, this dangerous beast had set its sights on him. In a few strides, it was already in front of him. Its thick, bronze-like limbs slammed down on him. Wang Yang raised his sword to block, but was still sent flying by the immense force. After crushing several monsters, the seal characters on his body continued to heat up. While not completely destroyed, the armor had reached its limit of resistance. Stronger, far stronger than he had imagined.

Protected by his armor, he took no damage. Nor did he collapse. He was surprisingly calm. His eyes focused solely on the demon beast. He gripped his sword tightly. The demon beast, its limbs tense, charged at Wang Yang with a bang, like a cannonball. Its five-meter-tall frame was incredibly fast.

Wang Yang wielded the spirit sword with one hand, infusing it with spiritual energy. With his other hand, he dipped the blood of the previously crushed monsters and drew seal characters in mid-air. The spirit sword that had been suspended at his side slashed towards the monster with a flash of light.

"Bang!" Sharp claws collided with the longsword, shattering the sword's energy. The sword's light left scars on his limbs. However, this wasn't fatal to the monster. The stinging sensation only fueled its ferocity. He rushed towards Wang Yang even faster. In just a few breaths, a shadow enveloped him. An arm rose only to fall heavily.

Wang Yang adjusted his breathing. He could feel the whistling wind. Fortunately, the several seal characters in his hand were also completed. The moment the blood-red seal characters took shape, they formed a thin membrane around him. A tremendous force crashed down, impacting the membrane. The seal characters paused for a moment. The ground supporting Wang Yang shattered, along with the surrounding membrane. The seal characters dimmed and dissipated into the air.

He gritted his teeth and blocked the blow. The taste of blood filled his mouth. But it was worth it. Taking advantage of this opening, he fiercely slashed with the sword that had accumulated strength in his hand. The sword's gleam was sharp, emitting a light that could shatter everything.

The monster was struck before it could react. White light flickered across its body. A moment's blur, and the beast was split in two. Huge chunks of flesh fell to either side. Wang Yang, holding the spirit sword, breathed faster. That strike had nearly exhausted most of his spiritual energy. A feeling of exhaustion washed over him. Even a few afterimages appeared before his eyes. All of this was his body's warning.

If this were a fighting arena, perhaps he'd receive some praise. But alas, it wasn't. This was a battlefield. But the death of one demon beast didn't frighten the others. They had no concept of a tribe; their only urge was blood and slaughter. The demon beasts sniffed the air, sensing Wang Yang's fatigue. Without giving him a chance to breathe, they pounced.

Wang Yang gritted his teeth. Now was no time to rest. The battle had barely begun. He felt the heavy spirit sword in his hand. He looked at his teammates, torn to pieces by four or five demonic beasts. The familiar armor, now stained with blood, fell to the ground. The familiar face was being torn apart by the demonic beasts, feasting on it recklessly. This person didn't have his luck; the end was death...