White Dragon laughed as he spoke, having never expected that the few minor fishes he treated as mere pawns could gather such a vast amount of information.

The immortals all liked to whisper secrets beside the pond.

"It seems that beneath this calm surface of the lake, the waves are already surging," Lin Fang said with a sigh, gently swinging his fishing rod.

"The power of rumors is enough to dismantle everything, especially when the content is factual," White Dragon whispered, walking beside Lin Fang.

"This is good too, let the Divine Exorcist Great Sage slowly stir trouble within the Heavenly Court, it’s better than having him cause chaos in Luzhou in the North."

That was Lin Fang’s plan. The Divine Exorcist Great Sage was dangerously skilled, and he had devised many strategies for many years in Luzhou in the North. If he were allowed to return, it was unpredictable what trouble he might stir up, abruptly disrupting the strategic deployment of Luzhou in the North. It would be better to keep him entangled in the Heavenly Court where he could be distracted.

Thus, the seemingly tranquil Heavenly Court began to surge with waves, as countless spies operated in the shadows, hoping to find traces of Lin Fang and his associates.

However, from that day onwards, Lin Fang had severed the connection between the Demon Realm and the outside world. As long as he did not comply, no one could locate them hiding in the Demon Realm.

Meanwhile, at Mount Ling in Xiniu Continent, Guanyin had come from Luzhou in the North to meet Maitreya Buddha.

"Are these the original words of the Demon Emperor?" Maitreya asked with a trace of a smile on his face.

"Absolutely true, these are the words spoken by the Demon Emperor himself."

"It seems that His Majesty, after surviving great difficulties, has indeed changed and has even learned the art of strategizing," Maitreya sighed.

"But this is also a good thing. Now that the Heavenly Court is powerful, only by sincere cooperation can we compete against it. Until the Heavenly Court falls, our alliance will be as solid as a rock."

Maitreya was well aware of his current situation. Due to Marx’s escape, a massive demon calamity had arisen in Xiniu Continent, with the Demon Lord recklessly expanding his troops of demon heads.

In just a short period of time, countless terrifying demon heads were rampaging through this Buddha Land.

Many monks either died at the hands of these demon heads or were swayed by their inner desires to become new demon heads themselves.

This situation was causing a great headache for the newly enthroned Buddha.

"Our long-standing complacency has lead us to this. The faith in Xiniu Continent had already degenerated; otherwise, how could it have come to this?" Maitreya said with some heartache.

Especially the corruption of those who served in Buddhist temples was shocking, and they had become breeding grounds for the birth of demon heads.

"Amitabha Buddha, all this is but a test. Life is a sea of suffering, and all living beings are drowning in it, unable to transcend,"

"Perhaps this is the very reason for our Buddhist Sect’s existence. If there’s no light left in the world, we shall be that only light," Maitreya stated firmly.

"According to our agreement, soon we will receive a batch of powerful cannons; it’s time to find an opportunity to clean up these demon heads,"

Maitreya made up his mind. He didn’t want to play a game of hide and seek with Marx any longer. He planned to use the advantage of the cannons to severely damage the Demon Lord, even seeking an opportunity to reseal him.

Because he was well aware that the Heavenly Court would not give him much time. In a way, the fate of the Buddhist Sect was bound together with the far-away Demon Clan.

The winds were rising, and the undercurrents were surging.

Luzhou in the North had already become a sea of blood as the Heavenly Army and the Demon Clan clashed once again, their war cries saturating the land.

Countless fell into pools of blood, Nezha’s flame turned the entire sky a vivid red, and several Great Saints of the Demon Clan were just as fierce, each exhibiting their divine skills, battling fiercely across the land.

The roaring of the cannons erupted intermittently, shattering everything around them.

Both sides had already seen red, and the Heavenly Army began their relentless charge, their ranks stretching as far as the eye could see, like maniacs storming fearlessly towards the Demon Clan’s positions.

The vast army surged like a tide. This time, Li Jing had gone all out, decreeing no return to camp until the positions were breached.

Such momentum caused a momentary halt in the Demon Clan, but soon, courage and the will to fight from deep within their hearts steadied their spirits, and they resumed their slaughter.

The war lasted from dawn until dark. When Mingyue hung in the sky, the cries of battle still hadn’t ceased, the blood had dyed the land a deep red, and countless bodies accumulated on the ground, forming mounds that looked terribly horrifying.

In the end, the Demon Clan’s positions were overrun. Facing a Heavenly Army many times their number, despite their desperate resistance and fearless charges, they could not stop the overwhelming forces of the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals.

The Shituo King and Peng Demon King glanced once over the battlefield, a trace of desolation flickering in their eyes.

"It’s time to retreat!"

At that command, the surviving monsters began to retreat rapidly, and the war finally ended with the victory of the Heavenly Court.

When the flag of the Heavenly Court fluttered over the Demon Clan’s positions, many Heavenly Soldiers cried tears of joy. The victory in this war had been hard-earned; over the last few days, they had lost count of how many brothers had fallen.

Li Jing, accompanied by various Immortals from the Heavenly Court, slowly arrived at the position, stepping over bodies piled like mountains, the air still thick with the stench of the dead.

What had once been a land covered in flowers, lush with green grass, was now stained by blood, forming a small pool, its stench overpowering.

"These bodies should be properly buried," sighed Li Jing.

"It wasn’t easy, but we finally took it," said a Star Lord, his voice filled with a melancholic relief.

The intensity of this war surpassed their imaginations; they had never imagined that the conflict could escalate to such a dire state.

Nezha, annoyed, kicked a helmet on the side, furious that his recent enthusiastic combat with Shituo King and Peng Demon King had been interrupted as they saw the changing tide and fled, avoiding engagement and leaving the Heavenly General frustrated.

"Ah!" Li Jing uttered a surprise upon seeing the helmet Nezha had kicked.

The Commander of the Heavenly Court slowly walked over to the armor, picked it up gently, and after inspecting it, his face grew solemn.

"Father, what’s with this helmet?" Nezha asked curiously, eager to know what his father had seen on the helmet that made him look so grave.

The nearby Immortals also looked on with curiosity, equally eager to know the answer.

Li Jing, while stroking the helmet, finally sighed and said, "Look at the material of this helmet. How does it differ from those of our Heavenly Court?"

A Star Lord took the helmet, examined it carefully, and his expression darkened.

He said in shock, "The Demon Clan can craft such equipment now?"