Chapter 376: Ruined in a Day

"I only pick fights with the best!"

Lu Ye was like a relentless killing machine, gulping down priceless divine herbs and pills whenever his energy ran low.

For a Star Realm cultivator like Lu Ye, yes, replenishing his true essence was a struggle.

But by taking divine herbs far beyond his level, his recovery rate was passable. He had even started using the *Primordial Heaven-Devouring Scripture*, not caring if the true essence from this technique clashed with his cultivation—after all, it was only meant for killing.

The demon ranks were thinning.

To be fair, plenty remained.

But some were already losing their nerve.

Sure, they were brave.

But now, too many had died.

Out of hundreds of thousands of demon warriors, half were probably already dead, and Lu Ye showed no signs of exhaustion—still going strong.

When faced with an unwinnable situation, falling back was only human.

"He's on his last legs! Victory is within reach—charge!"

An Li roared.

CRACK! CRACK!

Two bolts of black lightning struck the moment she spoke.

Her projection exploded, and more black lightning rained down on the *Dark Origin* itself.

This didn’t rally the demons—it crushed their spirits even more.

A commander who couldn’t save her own skin was now telling them victory was near?

Lu Ye paid no attention to the demons' psychological struggles. He carved through them, never slowing.

As long as the *Endless Heavenly Tower* hadn’t completely burned to ashes, as long as the suppression remained, Lu Ye would fight till his body gave out, even if it meant exhausting himself.

Time passed, minute by minute.

Demons dropped like flies.

They were truly being slaughtered without any chance to fight back. It burned—one-on-one, any of them could’ve wiped the floor with Lu Ye, yet now they were being slaughtered like livestock.

What a raw deal. A damn raw deal!

The *Wuxin Demon Lord* watched this scene, his gaze hollow with despair.

Generations of demonic might had now turned to nothing in an instant.

His grand ambitions, gone with every sword stroke, reduced to ashes.

The demonic army he had bled himself dry to build, pouring his heart and soul into, was now being cut down without a second thought.

He regretted it…

Perhaps he should never have fallen for An Li’s lies.

Why should I use the demon elites to help An Li kill enemies?

Even though I know Lu Ye won’t spare the demon race, isn’t it still better than the current situation where all the demon powerhouses are suppressed to the Starry Realm level?

This is a huge loss!

A loss that cuts deep!

He wanted to retreat already, but if they withdrew now, their deaths would mean nothing—no payoff at all.

But what if Lu Ye’s about to break?

The *Nine Heavens-Ten Earths Demon God Formation* hasn’t been broken yet—it can still hold!

“Hold the formation steady! Mix ranged and close combat—he’s almost done for!”

“This bastard’s hellbent on slaughtering us—it’s kill or be killed! Kill him, and we’ll achieve ultimate victory. If we fail to kill him now, he’ll hunt us down later!”

“Kill him!”

“Kill him!”

With the Wuxin Demon Lord speaking up, the demoralized demons rallied.

Right!

Lu Ye won’t spare the demon race—he’s got to die!

Only by killing him can they survive. If he escapes this time, they’ll still suffer Lu Ye’s vengeance in the future.

So, kill!

Keep cutting him down!

As for Lu Ye, this situation was nothing short of ideal.

Bring it on—whoever chickens out’s a damn coward!

“Buzz… buzz… buzz…”

Blades screeched through the air.

The other five Lu Ye clones returned to his main body as he charged into the demon horde, his form blurred like a mirage.

One after another, figures fell.

The Human Emperor Banner was slaughtering wildly.

Lu Ye gasped for air.

He was hitting his limit—he needed a moment to rest.

The Human Emperor Banner flew into his hand, and Lu Ye began swinging it with tremendous force. Souls erupted into a storm, exploding outward from him in all directions.

Shoveling pills into his mouth, Lu Ye maxed out the *Nine Lives Undying Heavenly Scripture*, his meridians scorching from the strain.

His Nascent Soul’s jaw hung open, starving, devouring energy frantically.

He’d visibly withered from the effort.

Once chubby and pale, though short, he was certainly not light in weight.

But now, he had lost a whole layer of fat.

Yet even after slimming down, he was still chubby, and still had more weight to lose.

Lu Ye used three methods to recover strength at once: elixirs, the *Nine Lives Undying Heavenly Scripture*, and devouring primal sources.

Under these circumstances, his True Essence recovered rapidly.

After merely catching his breath for two minutes, Lu Ye rushed back into battle.

Meanwhile, far from the battlefield.

Countless powerful cultivators were watching the direction of the battle, yet none dared approach.

Because that was the heart of the *Endless Heavenly Tower*. The closer one got to the tower, the more their strength was suppressed. No one wanted to get killed by some lowly grunt; that’d be a stupid way to die.

The *Endless Heavenly Tower* was now ablaze, already beginning to collapse.

It crumbled inch by inch from the spire, looking like it wouldn’t last much longer.

"Do you think Lu Ye can make it out alive?" someone asked curiously.

"Of course not. Hundreds of thousands of demon soldiers, reinforced with formations, have him trapped like a rat in a barrel. How could he possibly survive?"

"It’s also Lu Ye’s own fault. On every level of the heavens, he slaughtered demons—whether they provoked him or not, he spared no one. Now he’s finally pissed the demons off enough. Since offending him means death and not offending him also means death, they might as well take him out first!"

"Honestly, have you all noticed? The overall strength of the demons has risen far too drastically in recent times. After this, I suggest we unite to curb their growth."

"Indeed, I’ve also noticed how alarmingly fast the demons’ collective power is increasing."

Lu Ye was still killing!

He just kept killing!

One demon powerhouse after another fell.

Lu Ye’s eyes were blood-red, like a bloodthirsty demon.

The advantage of his chubby Nascent Soul was now undeniable—even if his True Essence was depleted, as long as he wrung out his chubby Nascent Soul, it could keep pumping out True Essence.

Of course, the chubby Nascent Soul would also grow thinner.

At this moment, the *Wuxin Demon Lord* was about to lose it.

How was he still killing?

Why hadn’t his True Essence run out yet?

How’s he still standing?

Everything he’d built!

His dreams of conquest!

"Die!"

The Wuxin Demon Lord let out a furious roar, making to charge at Lu Ye.

Immediately, a group of demon warriors rushed to stop the Wuxin Demon Lord.

"Demon Lord, calm down! You must not go!"

Right now, if the Wuxin Demon Lord went over, it would only give Lu Ye one more sword strike.

"Stop killing!"

"I beg you, stop killing!"

"My demon brethren, my demon brethren!"

In this moment, the Wuxin Demon Lord hated Lu Ye and An Li with every fiber of his being!