The Rebirth of the Immortal Emperor: I am the Lord

In the battlefield outside the domain, in the hopeless situation where there was almost no hope, the cracks in the human army spread rapidly like a plague, almost swallowing up the entire team. Negative emotions were like a black hole, swallowing up the warriors' reason and hope, leaving the entire battlefield shrouded in despair and chaos.

Doubts were raised one after another, and the crisis of trust spread like wildfire, unstoppable. Comrades who once fought side by side now suspected and blamed each other. People were scattered and morale was extremely low, and even the most basic tactical execution became difficult.

Irrational anger and grief are like a double-edged sword, hurting others and oneself. After losing their loved ones or friends, some soldiers were filled with deep hatred for the alien race and rushed towards the enemy without hesitation, but often died in vain due to lack of tactical coordination; while some soldiers lost their will to fight due to excessive grief, hid in a corner and cried bitterly, becoming a burden on the battlefield.

The conspiracy theories about the sect took root in the hearts of these young monks like a cancer. Rumors and slander spread everywhere, causing the already fragile trust system to completely collapse. Some monks even began to secretly plan resistance actions, trying to expose the true face of the sect or escape from this meaningless war.

Under such circumstances, the combat effectiveness of the human race army dropped sharply. The alien coalition took the opportunity to launch a more fierce offensive, taking advantage of the chaos and divisions within the human race to continuously expand the results of the war. For a time, the battlefield was full of people and horses, blood flowed like a river, and there was grief everywhere. The human race's demon-slaying army seemed to have reached the brink of collapse.

However, in this abyss of despair, there is always a ray of light that shines tenaciously. Although some monks have experienced grief and anger, they have not been swallowed by negative emotions. They know that unity and persistence are more needed at this time. They strive to convey positive energy and hope to the demon-slaying coalition, and use their actions to inspire their companions to cheer up again.

But unfortunately, such power is too weak to reverse the entire battle situation. Facing the cruel reality of the battlefield outside the domain, the human army is stepping into the abyss step by step, and the fate of the entire fairy world seems to be hanging by a thread...!

Demon-Slaying City, in the blink of an eye, ten days have passed since the Demon-Slaying Coalition entered the extraterritorial battlefield. However, no news has been sent back from the extraterritorial battlefield.

The sky above the Demon Slayer City was covered with dark clouds, as if even the sky was worried about the situation in the outer battlefield. The Immortal Emperor-level elders who stayed behind and some relatives of the Demon Slayer Alliance gathered outside the outer battlefield passage every day, unable to hide their anxiety and uneasiness. They knew very well that every moment of the outer battlefield was related to the future of the fairy world, and the silence at this moment was undoubtedly the most suffocating wait.

"It's been ten days, why hasn't there been any news?" A white-haired elder clenched his fists, his voice revealing an anxiety that was difficult to conceal. His eyes swept across the people present, and everyone's face was filled with the same worry.

"Yes, the battlefield environment outside the domain is complex and changeable, and there is a powerful coalition of alien races entrenched in it, eyeing our human race covetously. Could it be that..." Another middle-aged Immortal Emperor-level powerhouse hesitated to speak. He did not dare to imagine the worst outcome.

However, at this moment, a faint light suddenly shone from the battlefield passage outside the domain, interrupting everyone's meditation. Everyone instantly perked up and looked towards the source of the light. They saw a figure stumbling and running out of the passage in a daze, with ragged clothes, scars all over his body, and anger and fear flashing in his eyes.

"It's... it's Shao Yunxuan, the young talent of Xuantian Sword Sect!" someone exclaimed. "But, why is he... why is he so embarrassed?"

Shao Yunxuan's appearance not only did not bring any comfort to the masters standing outside, but his expression changed, like a huge rock thrown into an already turbulent lake of hearts, stirring up even greater waves. His stumbling steps, his distraught look, and the anger and fear flashing in his eyes made the hearts of the Immortal Emperor-level masters and elders present sink, as if they had a premonition of a worse situation.

"Shao Yunxuan, you... why do you look like this?" The elder of Xuantian Sword Sect asked in a trembling voice. He tried to find a glimmer of hope in Shao Yunxuan's eyes, but only saw endless despair.

Shao Yunxuan fell to his knees, panting, his voice hoarse and trembling: "The battlefield outside the domain... is hell! We... we have encountered an unprecedented crisis. The alien coalition is not only huge in number, but also far beyond our imagination. They seem to have been prepared for it, with traps, poisonous miasma, magic barriers... We are simply unable to resist."

At this point, Shao Yunxuan suddenly became emotional, and he pounded the ground angrily: "Why? Why? Why did we fall into the enemy's crazy ambush as soon as we stepped into the battlefield? Why didn't we see the sect's saints on the battlefield? Why didn't any of the children and relatives of the elders and deacons in the sect participate? Is it the responsibility of us disciples who have no identity, no status, and no rights to protect the fairyland...?"

Shao Yunxuan's words were like a sharp blade, instantly cutting through the already tense and heavy atmosphere. His eyes were no longer filled with pure despair, but were consumed by the flames of anger and suspicion.

"Shao Yunxuan..., what nonsense are you talking about?" Upon hearing this, the elder of Xuantian Sword Sect's face darkened, a hint of fierceness flashed in his eyes, and he immediately shouted loudly.

“Hahahaha! Am I talking nonsense?” Shao Yunxuan suddenly raised his head, his eyes red, as if he wanted to pour out all the anger in his heart, “No! Elder Chen Yuan, you know best whether I am talking nonsense or not. You are the ones who are deceiving us! From the very beginning, this war was a scam! It was to keep your high-ranking children and cronies away from danger, and to send us to the battlefield as cannon fodder...!”

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the surrounding elders and monks suddenly changed. Some were shocked, some were angry, and most were in disbelief. Although some of them were dissatisfied with the decision to fight, no one dared to question the sect's motives so directly and fiercely.

“Shao Yunxuan, how dare you!” an elder who was usually highly respected shouted angrily. His voice echoed over the Demon Slaying City, but it could not cover up the sharpness and pain in Shao Yunxuan’s words. “How dare you slander the sect and those ancestors who gave everything for the Immortal World!”

But Shao Yunxuan seemed to have lost his mind. He continued to roar: "Ancestors? Humph! Where are those so-called ancestors? Are they fighting bloody battles on the battlefield like us, or are they hiding in some safe place, enjoying the peace brought by our sacrifices? We went through life and death, but in return we get this kind of treatment, this kind of injustice!"

As Shao Yunxuan spoke, an indescribable panic and anger began to spread among the crowd. Some people began to whisper, and once the seeds of doubt were planted, they quickly took root and sprouted.

"Could it be... that what he said is true?"

"Do those sects really only allow those without background and power to fight?"

"why?"

“Why should only people without background and power be sacrificed…?”

These questions hung over the Demon Slayer City like a dark cloud, making the already precarious situation even more precarious. Shao Yunxuan's return not only did not bring any good news, but was like a time bomb, detonating the contradictions and distrust hidden within the fairy world.

At this moment, the Demon-Slaying City seemed to have become a giant that was about to collapse, and Shao Yunxuan's anger and suspicion were the most deadly poison.