The fairies I flirted with in the game became real?!

Outside Demon Sword City, the murderous aura surged to the sky.

Li Muyang and the Little Wild Grass were surrounded at the very center, now facing the last desperate struggle and fierce resistance from the Otherworldly Demon Gods.

He had almost revealed all his trump cards, with the corpse of Fairy Mo wielding the Startling Swan Immortal Sword, executing the Startling Swan Sword Technique, mercilessly slaying the demon gods.

The Destruction Wheel circled around him, continuously releasing a vast army of evil spirits, launching a frenzied assault on the demon gods.

Moreover, the Emerald Blade Mantis roamed the edges of the battlefield, occasionally vanishing into nothingness. The next time it appeared, a cold and sharp blade flashed, enough to instantly kill a demon god.

The constant movement of the Emerald Blade Mantis greatly relieved the pressure on Li Muyang.

In addition, humans from afar were gathering at this place, aiming to rescue Li Muyang and the others trapped in the center of the battlefield.

Li Muyang and Little Wild Grass, who were trapped at the battlefield’s center, indeed found their situation greatly improved.

But Li Muyang’s gaze still constantly monitored Zhi Wei’s condition.

This damn girl was much fiercer than he was.

Her soul was asleep, relying solely on instinct to fight, which not only failed to weaken her combat power, but made her even more ferocious and brutal.

Every demon god that perished at Little Wild Grass’s hands was torn into shreds, their very souls dissipating along with their bodies.

It could be said that their deaths were extremely tragic.

But under the immense pressure of life and death, Little Wild Grass’s eyes trembled.

In her hollow eyes, there seemed to be a growing light.

Noticing this change, Li Muyang was instantly invigorated.

Could it be that Zhi Wei’s soul was about to awaken?

Yet as the battle continued, with wave after wave of crazed demon gods charging in, the light in Zhi Wei’s eyes flashed intermittently, seemingly teetering on the edge of awakening and slumber.

In the end, it was completely extinguished, returning to that hollow, indifferent state.

And there was no longer any glimmer in her eyes.

Seeing this, Li Muyang was immensely disappointed.

So it’s still not possible…

Solely relying on the pressure of life and death in battle, indeed could not awaken Zhi Wei’s soul.

Realizing this, Li Muyang sighed deeply.

Then, with determination in his eyes, he said, “Rest assured, Zhi Wei! I will definitely awaken you!”

The Otherworldly Demon Gods’ death throes no longer posed a significant disaster.

For the human realm side, whose combat power now completely overwhelmed, the only concern was minimizing casualties while exterminating the demon gods.

With the aid from others, Li Muyang soon led Little Wild Grass out of the heavy encirclement.

The Little Wild Grass, who was initially hostile towards him, finally set aside her animosity after fighting side by side.

Though merely acting on instinct in controlling this body, the instinct could still discern friend from foe.

During the battle, both Little Wild Grass and Li Muyang faced the relentless charge of the Otherworldly Demon Gods.

Initially, Little Wild Grass was somewhat cautious of Li Muyang, but as the battle continued, she gradually realized that the person beside her was not an enemy, thus dropping her hostility.

Now, having broken through the encirclement, she no longer attacked Li Muyang.

However, it seemed that besides Li Muyang, she maintained her vigilance against other human cultivators who had not fought alongside her.

Outside Demon Sword City, divine blood filled the sky.

Soon, the battle formation of the Otherworldly Demon Gods was continuously torn apart, divided, with more and more perishing under the onslaught of the human realm army.

The tens of millions of vengeful spirits released by Li Muyang roared excitedly in the heavens and earth, indulging in the divine flesh and blood.

As they drank the divine flesh and blood, these vengeful spirits visibly grew stronger.

Although in this battle, Li Muyang lost at least twenty million vengeful spirits.

The remaining vengeful spirits within the Destruction Wheel still constituted a formidable number.

The mystical beasts, who had been crazily slaughtering the demon gods, departed one after another as the last demon god fell, dismembered and torn apart.

Having been tainted by the Thousand-Eyed Blood God, as the semi-evil dragon’s passage siphoned off their blood resentment, these mystical beasts almost entirely regained their rationality.

Though the Blood God’s resentment and miasma hadn’t been completely eradicated, the mystical beasts gradually restored their divinity, suppressing their inner ferocity.

Quite a few mystical beasts even came specifically to thank Li Muyang before leaving.

They could vaguely sense that the ascendant before them was the earthly figure who liberated them on the Outer Realm Island.

Though other mystical beasts did not personally express their gratitude, as they left, they all cast a look at Li Muyang, their eyes noticeably friendlier.

Watching the mystical beasts depart, Yu Chan sighed, “After this battle, brother, you’ll become the most well-regarded person in the human realm. Wherever you go, mentioning your name will earn you benefits.”

Yu Chan playfully teased her brother, overjoyed and jubilant.

This near-apocalyptic war resolved through collective effort was indeed a cause for celebration.

In the distance, the duel between the True Man of Green Leaves and the Divine Sovereign continued.

But visibly, the Divine Sovereign had begun to falter.

This strongest among the demon gods was indeed terrifying; perhaps besides the True Man of Green Leaves, only Little Wild Grass could suppress Him.

Even the ascendant Li Muyang, upon witnessing the Divine Sovereign’s battle, felt a pang of fear, with no desire to challenge it one-on-one.

Without the True Man of Green Leaves, only the tactic of overwhelming numbers could have besieged the Divine Sovereign, potentially leading to more casualties among the human realm.

On the battlefield, the Puppet Masters suffered minimal casualties.

After all, their true bodies remained far from the battlefield, manipulating puppets to fight instead.

Yet the Puppet Masters, having lost numerous crucial puppets, all bore worried expressions.

This war cost the Puppet Master of the Ancient Wraith Well at least seventy percent of his combat strength.

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