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Chapter 161 Nascent Soul Monk

Qingming stood on a high point in the demon camp, his figure standing tall in the morning light. His eyes were like torches, piercing through the smoke and dust, shooting straight into the distant sky. The smoke and dust seemed to cover up unpredictable dangers, but Qingming's eyes flashed with a determined light.

He was filled with anger and helplessness. He was angry because the sudden attack had broken the tranquility of the demon tribe and plunged his people into panic and chaos; he was helpless because he was originally trying his best to find Lu Xiuyuan's whereabouts, hoping to solve that thorny problem, but now he had to devote all his energy to the battle to defend his homeland.

The demon camp, their homeland, was facing an unprecedented crisis. Qingming could clearly see that the large army led by Xu Tianyi was sweeping in like a black torrent. Their armor shone coldly in the sun, as if every piece of armor contained endless killing intent. The sound of horse hooves shook the earth, as if even the ground was shaking. The deep and powerful sound seemed to foreshadow the coming blood and slaughter.

The demon warriors were already on full alert, holding weapons and with resolute expressions on their faces. But even so, facing a large number of enemies, they were still a little nervous. They knew that this would be a tough battle, but they also knew that in order to protect their homes and loved ones, they had to face all challenges bravely.

Qingming took a deep breath, feeling the tense atmosphere in the air. He knew that at this moment, he was not only the leader of the demon tribe, but also the hope of the people. He must lead them to resist the invasion of foreign enemies and defend their homeland. He drew the long sword from his waist, and the sword flashed coldly in the sun, as if telling of his determination and courage.

As Xu Tianyi's army got closer and closer, the atmosphere in the demon camp became more and more tense. But Qingming did not retreat. He straightened his back and looked into the distance with a firm gaze. He knew that this battle would be a test, but he believed that as long as they were united, nothing could stop them from moving forward. He took a deep breath and prepared to meet the upcoming challenge.

Qingming took a deep breath, his chest filled with firm belief. He knew that this battle was not only about personal glory, but also about the survival of the entire demon race. This was a battle that could not be retreated or failed. He deeply understood that the sacrifice of every demon warrior would be heavy, but in order to protect their homes and loved ones, they must face everything bravely.

Qingming turned around and faced his people, his eyes flashing with a fiery light. His voice was firm and powerful, and every word hit the hearts of his people like a hammer: "We are the demon race, the most powerful race on this land! In our blood flows unyielding courage and endless wisdom. Today, we must use this courage and wisdom to defend our homeland and protect our loved ones!"

As Qing Ming finished speaking, the morale of the demon warriors was instantly boosted to the top. They felt the determination and faith of their leader, and also felt the heavy responsibility on their shoulders. They waved their weapons and shouted deafeningly, and the sound shook the entire earth like thunder, as if it was going to shatter the entire sky.

The morale of the demon warriors was aroused to the peak because of Qingming's firm words and leadership charm. When he turned to face his people, his eyes burned with unyielding fire, and his voice was like a huge bell, resounding in everyone's heart.

His words were full of pride in the demon race and his firm belief in fighting. He emphasized that the demon race was the most powerful race on this land. This was not just a slogan, but also an affirmation of their own abilities and expectations for the future. This sense of pride made every demon warrior feel their own value and mission.

Qingming's words also conveyed a kind of determination and belief, that is, they must use their courage and wisdom to defend their homeland. This determination not only inspired the fighting spirit of the warriors, but also made them understand the meaning and importance of this battle. They were no longer fighting for personal honor, but for the survival and dignity of the entire ethnic group.

Under Qingming's encouragement, the morale of the demon warriors was instantly ignited. They waved their weapons and shouted deafeningly, their voices filled with hatred for the enemy and desire for victory. Their eyes flashed with determination, as if they had seen the dawn of victory.

The entire demon camp was immersed in an exciting atmosphere, with the warriors encouraging and supporting each other. They knew that only by uniting as one and fighting bravely could they defeat the powerful enemy. This spirit of unity and hard work became their most solid strength, making them more fearless and brave when facing the enemy.

At this time, Xu Tianyi's army had already rushed to the edge of the demon camp. The two sides began a fierce exchange of fire, arrows fell like raindrops, and swords collided with harsh sounds. Although the demon warriors were brave and fearless, their numerical disadvantage gradually made them fall into a bitter battle. However, they did not give up. They knew that as long as they persisted, there was hope of defeating the enemy. They used their courage and wisdom to fight a desperate battle with the enemy.

On the battlefield, smoke and dust filled the air, and the sounds of swords clashing rose and fell, forming a fierce symphony. The battle between Qingming and Xu Tianyi became the focus of this battle.

Qing Ming's movements were as fast as lightning, and he quickly shuttled between the enemy formations. His sword light was like a meteor streaking through the night sky, and every swing of the sword was accompanied by a gust of wind, blowing the surrounding enemies all over the place. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and he locked onto Xu Tianyi tightly, looking for the opportunity to attack.

As a Nascent Soul cultivator, Xu Tianyi's strength should not be underestimated. He held a long sword, the blade of which shone with golden light, as if it contained endless power. His swordsmanship was steady and powerful, and every time he swung his sword, it was like thunder, shaking the air around him.

The swordsmanship of the two intertwined in the air, making a sharp collision sound. Qingming's swordsmanship was light and elegant. Sometimes he turned into a phantom, making it difficult for Xu Tianyi to grasp; sometimes he was as fierce as a storm, forcing Xu Tianyi to deal with it with all his strength.

During one confrontation, Qingming suddenly flashed and turned into a shadow, attacking Xu Tianyi from the side. Xu Tianyi reacted quickly and blocked Qingming's attack with a swing of his sword. However, Qingming's swordsmanship was as continuous as flowing water, and he immediately stabbed Xu Tianyi's chest with another sword. Xu Tianyi hurriedly retreated and avoided this fatal blow.