Chapter 119: The Shattered Seal: The Demon Army Returns

On the sixteenth day of the third month, eight thousand years into the Era of Sword Qi, earth-shattering news swept across Sword Qi Continent.

The sealing barrier between humans and demons was utterly crushed by a mysterious force, as easily as rotting wood. The entire human world of Sword Qi Continent was completely exposed to the sight of the Demon Race.

This news threw humanity into chaos and unparalleled panic, plunging the continent into turmoil.

The Demon God King, Lin Mo, was overjoyed. He ordered Kasa to command nine Demon Lords and nineteen Demon Saints, leading a vast army of fifty million, surging with unstoppable momentum straight for the human world.

The brief peace of the human race came to an abrupt end.

Xie Lingtian, Emperor of the Jianwu Dynasty, was left utterly stunned when he heard the news.

He knew well that the Demon Race invasion spelled an unprecedented calamity for humanity.

Desperate to protect his people, he hurriedly sent Yu Wenrong to gather all the forces of the human race, moving the entire army to the border, hoping to stop the Demon Race from breaking through.

Yu Wenrong understood perfectly just how hard and dangerous this mission would be, but he accepted the order without hesitation.

He led the human army to the frontlines, clashing head-on with the Demon Army in fierce combat.

The humans faced a terrifying onslaught. The demons had overwhelming elite forces; the gap in strength was just too great. Casualties mounted as the humans were forced to fall back again and again.

Yu Wenrong grew deeply anxious as he watched his forces battered and bloodied.

But he never lost heart. Instead, he led the army to fall back to the border between Vast Sea City and Yingchun City, pausing to regroup and recover, aiming to block the demon advance once more.

He knew this was a battle where the fate of both races hung in the balance. Yu Wenrong was determined to give everything, paying any price to safeguard humanity.

War among the races had never ceased on this vast continent.

But this time, the strongest late-stage Demon Lord, the dashing Kasa, led his demon legions straight into the fray, intent on conquering the entire continent.

Their power spread like wildfire, leaving nothing but scorched earth in their wake—not a blade of grass or a single animal left alive.

Human cities crumbled beneath their iron hooves. Countless lives were lost to the bloodthirsty hands of the Demon Race.

Even so, humanity did not surrender.

At the junction of the two cities, Yu Wenrong rallied the human army, launching a desperate counterattack against the demons.

They all knew full well that facing such overwhelming might, their resistance seemed almost hopeless.

But they chose to fight on regardless. Every retreat meant another home destroyed, another family lost.

The drums of war thundered across the borderlands as the two armies clashed in a massive, brutal battle.

Human casualties soared, but the demon side also paid a heavy price.

With Yu Wenrong leading his army in dogged, unyielding resistance, the demon onslaught finally slowed.

The demons had underestimated the resolve and bravery of the humans—and the sharp mind and battle skill of Yu Wenrong.

Yu Wenrong darted through the chaos of war, his sword flashing like lightning, each swing reaping demon lives by the handful.

Blood covered him, but his eyes only grew more determined. Under his command, the humans began to turn the tide, launching a fierce counterattack.

Kasa watched as the human soldiers charged forward, laying down their lives without fear or regret.

It startled him. In his mind, humans were merely selfish, cowardly creatures.

But now he sensed true courage and iron will from these people. Boredom vanished—at last an interesting challenge. He decided to show his enemies a little respect.

Kasa called forward his deputy, the Demon Saint First Realm general, Mojie, and sent him to confront Yu Wenrong.

“Human, this is my lieutenant, Mojie. If you can beat him today, then my demons won’t attack your people for now. Agreed?”

“Fine, I’ll accept. But I expect you to keep your promise when the time comes.”

Yu Wenrong knew that the humans could not withstand another charge. After wave upon wave of battle, his army was exhausted and stood no chance.

Yu Wenrong himself had just broken through to the Sword Saint Realm First Level, putting him on equal footing with Mojie. For even the slimmest hope, he was willing to risk it all.

The battlefield quickly cleared a space. The two warriors faced off, eyes locked, sparks of battle flying between them. Each ached to tear the other apart with their bare hands.

Millions of voices roared, cheering them on. This duel would decide the fate of the war. The tension between them was almost suffocating.

Both stood among the very strongest of their kind, fighting for the future of their people. This was a fair, yet merciless duel.

“Victory crowns the king; defeat dooms the vanquished.”

Yu Wenrong gripped his sword, sweat beading in his palm. He could feel Mojie’s overwhelming and terrifying aura pressing down.

But he didn’t flinch. Instead, Yu Wenrong took a bold step forward. He knew this might be his last—but he felt no fear, his heart clear and proud.

He believed that as long as he stood, there was still hope for his people.

Mojie, too, did not underestimate Yu Wenrong. He knew this was a life-and-death battle. He clutched his demon spear tightly, its tip gleaming coldly.

Mojie’s eyes were ruthless and cold, viewing his opponent as if he were already dead. This was a fight he was sure he would win; after all, he wielded overwhelming power.

“Demon vice-general Mojie—show me what you’ve got!”

“Yu Wenrong, human commander—come!”

The two let out roars and struck at the same moment. Sword and spear collided in midair with a sharp clang.

Sparks flew, lighting up the whole battlefield.

Yu Wenrong’s sword was knocked aside by Mojie’s spear, but he kept his balance and spun with the momentum, slashing at Mojie’s throat.

Mojie, with a wicked grin, dodged aside and stabbed his spear at Yu Wenrong’s chest.

Yu Wenrong leapt back, evading the attack, his lips curling into a taunting smile. He had already spotted Mojie’s weak point.

Yu Wenrong charged again, sword and spear clashing once more. This time, Yu Wenrong didn’t dodge. He pushed hard, forcing Mojie’s spear down to the ground.

Mojie’s face twisted in shock as he tried to pull his weapon free, but Yu Wenrong was faster, thrusting his sword right at Mojie’s throat.

Mojie jerked his head back, narrowly escaping the blade, but still took a bloody cut across his neck.

“Mojie, this bout ends now!”

Yu Wenrong gave him no time to catch his breath. Channeling all his strength into his blade, he struck again—this time aiming straight for Mojie’s heart.

Faced with such a fierce, relentless attack, a flash of shock crossed Mojie’s face. He twisted his wrist, trying desperately to block, but it was too late.

In a lightning-fast instant, Yu Wenrong’s sword pierced Mojie’s heart. Blood spurted, and the demon army’s cheers died in an instant.

“How…how can this be? I…have failed everyone. Commander Mojie has let you all down…”

Mojie’s eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Yu Wenrong, unable to accept his own defeat.

His body slumped to the ground, his spear falling from his grip. Even in death he turned to steal a final glance at Kasa, never closing his eyes.

With Mojie down, the demon troops were stunned, then quickly erupted in rage. Chaos broke out as they pointed their weapons at Yu Wenrong, burning to avenge their fallen general.

“Kill him! Avenge the general!”

“Kill him! Kill him!”

Yu Wenrong stood alone on the battlefield, ignoring the furious shouting around him, quietly staring at Mojie’s body.

His heart was heavy with both sorrow and pride.

Sorrow for all the fallen brothers and sisters, and the land that had been lost.

Pride because they had defended their homeland, defending the dignity of humanity with their very lives.

He knew this war was far from over. The demons were right before them. But he also knew humanity would never back down.

They would stand firm with faith and courage, fighting on to defend their homes against the invaders.

Suddenly, a thunderous roar cut through the chaos, silencing the battlefield.

“Enough! All of you, be quiet.”

“I made a bet and I lost, so I’ll keep my promise. We won’t attack you today. Treasure what little time you have left.”

“As for Mojie, his skills just weren’t up to par. If he died, it’s no one’s fault but his own. We’re leaving!”

The demon soldiers, still seething with anger, didn’t dare defy Kasa’s command. Swallowing their fury, they spat curses but followed Kasa as he turned and left.

As Yu Wenrong watched them go, the weight in his heart finally eased a little. He’d won a precious reprieve for the human race.

The demons retreated in silent rage, while the human side broke into cheers and laughter.