Accidentally invincible!

Blood Sea Divine Sect.

One of the prominent factions of the Demon Path.

At this moment, many True Immortals within the forbidden lands of the Blood Sea Divine Sect were undergoing tribulations to ascend, among whom Elder Ji of the Demon clan, serving as the Vice Sect Hierarch, was one of them.

Currently, there were only three True Immortals left in the sect.

This was a terribly dire situation for a major faction of the Demon Path.

Suddenly.

The earth trembled, mountains shook, and an ominous aura blanketed the heavenly vault. From a distant horizon, a swarm of Demons tread upon the lands of the Immortal Realm, as if reclaiming their homeland. Frenzied howls filled the air, their cries thunderous and relentless.

Inside the grand hall.

The remaining powerful figures of the Blood Sea Divine Sect had gathered, their expressions grave and filled with tension.

"Sect Hierarch, an incalculable number of Demons are approaching from the distance in an overwhelming tide. Should a direct confrontation occur, given our current strength, it would be utterly impossible to fend them off."

Even though there were three True Immortals remaining, which still constituted a formidably force.

But compared to the Demons, the disparity was overwhelming.

At this moment, the Sect Hierarch stood with an ominous expression, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon. He had already sensed the intense and brutal aura emanating from afar—the Demons were moving rapidly, their speed astonishing. Wherever they passed, not a blade of grass survived, everything consumed in their wake.

The catastrophic calamity of the Immortal Realm had begun.

But in heaven's eyes, this was merely a racial war. The Demons had been driven back to the Northern Desolation for tens of thousands of years, enduring lives of hardship. Now the opportunity had arisen, and they naturally would not let it slip away.

"Sect Hierarch, what should we do now?"

"Yes, if we delay any longer, the consequences will be unimaginable. The disciples of the sect are already panicking."

Truth be told, it wasn't only the disciples who were terrified; even the elders felt a foreboding sense of disaster.

The sheer numbers of Demons were simply incomprehensible.

If the Demons were likened to locusts, then in the blink of an eye, they would consume the entire sect, leaving nothing but ruins.

"Wait for me a moment."

The Sect Hierarch said coldly, transforming into a stream of light and disappearing from the grand hall.

No one knew where the Sect Hierarch had gone, but they understood the gravity of the situation. Thinking about the impending horde of Demons, the fury in their hearts boiled uncontrollably.

Damned Demons.

To think they would take advantage of the weakest moment to invade the Immortal Realm.

If the powerful figures of the sect hadn't ascended, and joined with other sects, they could surely resist the Demons, perhaps even inflict a devastating blow.

Not long after.

The Sect Hierarch returned, looking even more grim than before.

"Relocate the sect, avoid confronting them head-on."

The Sect Hierarch gritted his teeth as he spoke.

For him, this was a disgrace. The Blood Sea Divine Sect had existed for ages, standing as a prominent faction of the Demon Path, never having encountered such humiliation. But the sheer numbers of Demons were overwhelming.

The number of Demons advancing toward them was already in the tens of millions.

Endless and uncountable.

A myriad of grotesque, terrifying Demon species mixed together—just the sight of them would terrify the bravest hearts.

It was nothing short of a monstrous feast.

And right at this moment.

A few powerful auras descended from above—those of the Demon overlords. They had arrived early at the Blood Sea Divine Sect, intent on preventing its members from escaping.

"Damn it."

The Sect Hierarch clenched his fists tightly, fury blazing in his eyes. It was happening for real.

The Demon Passage.

The thick, oppressive aura of Demonic Qi drifted around the area, nearly solidifying. For cultivators, this atmosphere was suffocating, causing conflicts with the mana within their bodies upon absorption.

Thus, driving the Demons into the Northern Desolation had its reasoning.

It wasn't a matter of petty grudges, but rather because Demonic Qi held no benefit for anyone except the Demons themselves.

At this moment.

The passage lay littered with Demon corpses, some intact, others torn apart limb by limb, incomplete skeletons scattered—creating a scene of chilling horror and despair.

At the end of the passage.

A solitary figure stood there.

Lin Fan had single-handedly fought his way through this passage, his body marked with wounds that soon healed, leaving him restored and seemingly unscathed.

At this moment, a Demon was half-kneeling before him.

The Demon was a Monkey Demon, not particularly large in size, but its muscular frame was bursting with raw strength. A black staff lay shattered in fragments around it, bloodstains marking the ground—evidence of the fiercely terrifying battle that had just taken place.

"Human cultivator, even if you tear through this passage, you cannot halt what is about to happen. Countless Demon kindred have already entered the Immortal Realm through other pathways. You, by yourself, dare think you can stop us? Laughable!"

The Monkey Demon's waist had been blown apart, blood gushing uncontrollably.

Its appearance was woeful and pitiful.

Its expression twisted in pain, humiliatingly defeated—a powerful entity of the Demon Clan now subdued by a lone Human cultivator. Its heart raged with resentment.

Bang!

Lin Fan raised his leg in a sweeping kick. With a resounding crack, his foot slammed brutally into the Monkey Demon's face.

The Demon Monkey's face crumpled under the force, its jagged teeth unable to withstand the impact. With a crunching snap, its fangs shattered, scattering across the ground.

"ROAR!"

The Monkey Demon glared at Lin Fan in rage. Even though its eyes were obscured by blood, its fury toward the Human cultivator remained undiminished.

Lin Fan said, "I'll ask you one thing: Who instigated this invasion? Was it the Four Demon Emperors?"

He had fought against the Four Demon Emperors before.

They were powerful adversaries.

Yet not so overpowering that they seemed invincible.

Judging by various indications...

He suspected that someone else was pulling the strings behind this, that the Four Demon Emperors might merely be the visible orchestrators, while the true mastermind remained hidden—a far more terrifying entity.

"Hehe..." The Monkey Demon chuckled coldly, its golden eyes fixed on Lin Fan with unyielding defiance. It said no more, but its mocking laughter carried an unmistakable tone of disdain.

Lin Fan raised his hand, summoning the Hell Spear, and directly pierced the Monkey Demon's skull, obliterating its Divine Soul.

Slaughtering his way forward.

He had encountered numerous formidable enemies, each comparatively strong.

The Void Realm was considered a realm of significant power.

But the loot was meager.

Innate Divine Abilities had not dropped at all.

Everything depended on fortune.

Most Demons dropped nothing, as if his luck had been completely consumed earlier.

The mana drops were satisfactory, increasing his mana by ten thousand.

He was growing stronger.

The Demons leaving the Northern Desolation granted him these opportunities.

Days later.

The Demon Path fell into utter chaos.

The Blood Sea Divine Sect had been completely annihilated, leaving the Sect Hierarch as the sole survivor. All others had perished at the hands of the Demons. The Demons had razed the sect, paying no heed to the strength of its high-ranking forces, instead overwhelming them with sheer numbers.

The Sect Hierarch and the few remaining strong figures had been entangled by the Demon overlords.

The sect's protective array, though appearing mighty, had been breached at one corner due to the Demons' nearly deranged assault. Countless Demons surged inside, slaughtering any Human they saw and devouring them on the spot—turning the scene into a nightmarish purgatory.

This was only what happened to the Blood Sea Divine Sect—other factions faced similar fates. Small sects had no means of survival, forced to abandon their grounds and flee toward areas not yet occupied by Demons.

As for the Demon Clan.

The events unfolding in the Demon Path left them trembling with unease.

Having a close connection to the Demons, they were acutely aware of what Demons were capable of—relentless and unforgiving.

Sky Dragon Clan territory.

The major figures of the Demon Clan had gathered, led by the most powerful species within, the Sky Dragon Clan.

"Dragon Emperor, the Demons have unleashed slaughter upon the Demon Path. I have witnessed it firsthand—endless hordes of Demons swarming like locusts. Just the sight of them is enough to strike fear into anyone's heart."

"If this continues to escalate, the consequences will be disastrous."

The speaker was an elder from the Gray Wolf Clan, known as Wolf Emperor.

With bloodline heritage tied to the Devouring Sky Wolf, his lineage ran deep, his background significant. But the current calamity was no longer a matter of heritage—it was about survival against an unstoppable force.

It was simply maddening.

The fool from the forbidden land who had orchestrated this event—allowing so many powerful figures to ascend—had instantly depleted their strength, granting the Demons an opportunity to strike.

Now they didn't even know how to resist.

Just how many Demons were there?

No one could count.

But estimates suggested billions.

If the Demons lacked overlords, then no matter how numerous, they could be casually crushed.

The Dragon Emperor's expression was grim. The Demons pouring out from the Northern Desolation had caught everyone off guard. Their current aim to conquer the Demon Path didn't concern him with its direct consequences. What truly worried him was that if the Demons established themselves firmly in the Immortal Realm, their next target would undoubtedly be the Demon Clan.

At this moment.

Ripples of energy shimmered across the void.

The assembled Demon Clan leaders turned their attention sharply, faces brimming with vigilance.

"Greetings, everyone. I trust you are well," a shadowy figure gradually materialized—the Dragon Burial Ancient Dragon Emperor of the Demons. He had not arrived in person, but merely sent forth a projection.

The Dragon Emperor felt instinctive animosity at the sight of his rival.

The Ancient Dragon Emperor stared sharply at the Dragon Emperor, but swiftly masked his aggressive gaze, saying, "You are all gathered here, presumably deliberating on the matter of our Demon clan conquering the Demon Path. However, I assure you, our Demons seek merely a refuge and nothing more."

"We have no intention of targeting you. After all, once... weren't we of the same kind?"

The Wolf Emperor snorted coldly, "You're but a little Serpent. To come here, do you even recognize your own identity?"

To the Ancient Dragon Emperor, what he detested most was being called a Serpent. After cultivating for so long, he had long since evolved from Serpent to Dragon. Even the members of the Sky Dragon Clan fled from him in retreat and terror.

The Dragon Emperor retorted, "The Northern Desolation is your rightful habitat. Now that you've left it and entered the Immortal Realm, be prepared to face our wrath. If you understand the consequences, I, the Dragon Emperor, advise you to lead your Demons back to the Northern Desolation, or suffer a devastating price."

"Hahahaha..." The Ancient Dragon Emperor laughed aloud. "Utterly ridiculous. With your current dwindling strength, do you think you can resist the wrathful tide of Demons?"

"The Immortal Dao Sects have made it clear—they will not intervene in any of this. And you traitors who abandoned your true nature dare dream of opposing us Demons? Pure fantasy."

"Let this Emperor witness your so-called might."

The Ancient Dragon Emperor had come to the Sky Dragon Clan simply to observe. He had never intended genuine negotiations.

Soon.

His figure began to fade.

The Wolf Emperor, unable to contain his rage, struck out with his palm—but hit nothing but air.

"Dragon Emperor, is what he said true?"

"The Immortal Dao Sects truly won't intervene?"