Beauties in Simulation Cross over into Reality

Chapter 152: Chapter 135: The Demon Race Army Has Entered the World of Ten Thousand Laws

Then, Xiao Mo raised his right hand. Aiming his slender fingers at Yue Kan, he tapped the air with a seemingly casual gesture.

Innumerable Wind Blades, formed from pure Literary Qi, surged toward Yue Kan. They came in layered waves, like a monstrous, churning tsunami, howling as if to tear everything asunder.

A monstrous wave of fire instantly erupted around Yue Kan as he attempted to block the attack.

But the Wind Blades pierced through the flames and sliced into his body.

In an instant, deep, blood-gushing wounds that exposed the bone appeared all over Yue Kan’s powerful demonic body!

At the same time, Xiao Mo’s Heaven and Earth Dharma Aspect thundered into existence behind him!

The Dharma Aspect held a longsword in one hand and a book in the other, upon which were written the four words: *Knowledge and Action Combined*.

The pages of the book began to flip rapidly on their own, untouched by any wind.

An ink-black character, “Imprison,” shot toward Yue Kan.

He Yeye, of course, would not let this golden opportunity pass her by.

She fiercely wiped the lingering blood from the corner of her mouth, her eyes as savage as a wolf’s. Gripping her massive scythe, her figure transformed into a streak of blood-red light and shot toward the heavens.

Her Heaven and Earth Dharma Aspect manifested at the same time!

The character for “Imprison” transformed into an indestructible, ink-black cage, instantly trapping Yue Kan, who had been trying to flee, securely in its center.

Immediately after, a character for “Sharp,” shimmering with a cold, piercing glint, and another for “Keen,” solid and heavy, appeared like two stars and branded themselves precisely onto the edge of He Yeye’s scythe.

VMMMM!

The scythe let out an excited hum.

“Die!”

With a fierce cry, she swung the scythe with all her might.

An ink-black arc of wind, its edges flickering with tears in the void, slashed straight for Yue Kan’s head.

BOOM!

A terrifying explosion, loud enough to shatter the highest heavens, ripped through the firmament.

“Yue Kan!”

In the distance, the Demon Race’s foremost Sword Immortal, Lin’an, sensed that something was amiss and hastily flew toward Yue Kan.

ROAR!

Amidst a deafening roar of agony, Yue Kan forced his way out and fled to the rear.

“Retreat!”

Yue Kan’s cry, laced with endless frustration, instantly echoed across the entire Great Wall.

But no matter how frustrated he was, he knew with absolute clarity that with an Ascension Realm Confucian Saint on the field, their chances of winning this war were slim. ’I’ve lost this one. Our only hope lies with the other two fronts!’

OOOO—OOOO—OOOO—

The low, urgent blasts of the retreat horn sounded shrilly from the rear of the Demon Race army, like a death knell.

Like a receding tide, all the Demon Race Cultivators, regardless of their Realm, scrambled to break away from the fighting and fled in a panicked rout toward the Demon Race’s World.

“After them! Kill them all!”

He Yeye’s voice, bone-chilling and saturated with killing intent, shot like a sharp arrow into every corner of the battlefield.

Her petite figure had already become a crimson blur, the first to plunge into the routing Demon Race army.

“KILL!!!”

The last dregs of potential in the Human Race Cultivators—who had been so exhausted they could barely stand—were ignited, and their earth-shattering war cries merged into a single roar.

Xiao Mo stood high in the sky, his gaze sweeping over the retreating tide of Demons. With a solemn expression, he recited aloud:

“Our golden armor, worn thin by a hundred battles in the yellow sand, / We shall not return home until we have conquered Loulan!”

The legend of Loulan also existed in this world. Xiao Mo’s words resonated with the Great Dao, and golden light rained down from the heavens.

In an instant, every Human Race Cultivator was cloaked in a layer of illusory golden Battle Armor.

A vast, fearless fighting spirit—a willingness to face death as if it were a homecoming—erupted like a volcano in their chests.

All their exhaustion and pain seemed to be miraculously dispelled at that moment.

The brutal chase lasted for the better part of the day.

In the end, only under the desperate protection of the two Ascension Realm Great Demons, Yue Kan and Lin’an, who sacrificed much to cover the retreat, did the surviving Demon Race Cultivators and Demon Beasts manage to flee back to the lands of the Demon Race’s World in a wretched state.

By then, the Human Race Cultivators had finally exhausted their last ounce of strength, unable to pursue them a single step further.

The surviving Human Race Cultivators dragged their heavy feet, leaning on one another for support. They began the trek back to the foot of the Great Wall, which was thoroughly soaked in blood, and started to silently clean the hellish battlefield.

Xiao Mo walked slowly across the battlefield, a field of corpses where rivers of blood flowed.

A man in a waiter’s uniform tightly clutched a woman in his arms. A longsword had pierced through them both. Beside them, the beads of a shattered abacus lay scattered on the ground.

Xiao Mo recognized them.

When he had free time, Xiao Mo would go to that teahouse to drink tea and listen to music.

Not far away, Butcher Wang lay on the ground, his neck torn open by a Demon Beast. But in his final moments, Butcher Wang had plunged his Pig Slaying Blade into the Demon Beast’s heart.

Miss Yingying of the Cuihua Building lay severed in two, her hand still locked in a death grip around a longsword. Her unseeing eyes reflected the vast, empty sky.

Xiao Mo knelt and gently closed her eyes. He couldn’t help but remember passing the brothel as she tried to pull him inside, insisting, “You’re too handsome, Sir! For you, it’s on the house!”

He remembered how annoyed she had gotten when he refused. “What’s wrong with you? I’m even offering to pay *you*, and you still say no?”

Xiao Mo used a Technique to mend her body, then placed her on a cart piled high with other corpses.

They would all be buried south of Demon Suppression City, in a mountain range covered with tombstones.

’Perhaps they were the lucky ones, to have even a whole body to bury.’

Many Human Race Cultivators had simply exploded into a mist of blood, or had been torn apart and devoured by Demon Beasts, denied even the chance of a peaceful burial.

Xiao Mo continued on, tending to the dead on the battlefield.

He stopped when he saw an old man with a gaping hole in his chest.

Ding Chen was leaning against the corpse of a massive, tusked beast. His hawk-like eyes stared forward, his longsword planted in the ground beside him.

It was as if, in his final moment, he had tried to stand and kill more Demons, but couldn’t.

Just then, a woman who had been searching through the bodies caught sight of Ding Chen. She rushed over and knelt beside him, her lips trembling, unable to speak for a long time.

“Ma’am, did you know him?” Xiao Mo asked.

“Yes, I did.”

Widow Qian nodded.

“He was my neighbor, from the courtyard next to mine. He helped me out a lot. When my son was gravely ill, he used his own battle merits to get medicine for him. He even said my son had talent and recommended him to a Sect for cultivation.”

Widow Qian sighed and reached out to close his eyes. “Mr. Ding had a hard life. I heard his entire family was killed by the Demon Race… and now he’s died by their hands as well.”

Finally, with another heavy sigh, Widow Qian heaved Ding Chen onto her back and began the slow walk back toward the city.

She said she would give him a proper burial.

Xiao Mo didn’t stop her.

After a long moment, Xiao Mo looked away and saw He Yeye standing at the foot of the wall, staring into space.

Xiao Mo walked over. Mr. Old Qin, the steward of the City Lord’s Mansion, was lying in a pool of blood, the lower half of his body missing.

“He’s dead,” He Yeye said slowly. “Killed by that Ascension Realm Sword Immortal from the Demon Race. The strike was fast. Qin Feng probably didn’t suffer.”

“Mm,” Xiao Mo nodded. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for.” He Yeye bent down and closed Qin Feng’s eyes. “People die in war. It’s normal. They died so that more people could live.”

He Yeye straightened up and looked out over the battlefield.

Mutilated bodies carpeted every inch of the scarlet battlefield, stretching all the way to the horizon. They merged with the sunset, which burned as red as blood, until it was impossible to tell where the carnage ended and the sky began.

It seemed the entire world had been reduced to nothing but this single shade of crimson.

Just as He Yeye was about to place Qin Feng’s body onto a wooden cart, a sharp whistle sliced through the air, rapidly approaching.

An archaic-looking Communication Flying Sword, imbued with the Vast Qi of the Confucian School, streaked across the blood-red sky like a shooting star and hovered before He Yeye.

He Yeye caught the Flying Sword, opened a compartment on its body, and removed a letter.

As she read, her brow furrowed.

“What is it?” Xiao Mo asked.

He Yeye reached out and slapped the letter against Xiao Mo’s stomach. Her voice was as heavy as a mountain.

“The Sword Pavilion and Longhuang Island… neither of them held.

The Demon Race’s grand army has entered the World of Ten Thousand Laws.”