Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 633 War Between Eastern Cosmos Factions Against Devil Race Of Northern Cosmos

The encounter with Lu Rong'er left a satisfied smirk playing on Wang Jian's lips. He had successfully exploited the vulnerability he'd created, further solidifying his control over her. Yet, there was no time to revel in his victory. The battle against the Devil Race loomed large, and this time, he wouldn't hold back.

With renewed purpose, Wang Jian delved into meticulous planning. Gone were the days of hiding his true strength. Now, with Lu Rong'er effectively under his influence, he could unleash his full arsenal.

However, the Celestial Maiden remained a tantalizing target. He had a feeling that her fall wouldn't be far off, especially after the devastating blow he was about to deliver to the Devil Race.

Another complication lingered – Huang Zhi. Wang Jian knew the man wouldn't stand idly by as his people faced annihilation. After all, just as Lu Rong'er was his wife, Huang Zhi's second wife belonged to the Devil Race royalty. He was bound to intervene, and Wang Jian eagerly awaited this opportunity. He envisioned the confrontation as the perfect stage to shatter Huang Zhi's illusions, to show him the complete and utter loyalty Lu Rong'er now held for him.

A week passed in a flurry of activity. News of the impending assault spread like wildfire throughout the Eastern Cosmos. Ancient Cultivation Families, long dormant or wary of taking sides, emerged from their seclusion. The Shui and Lin Families, two of the oldest and most powerful lineages, pledged their support to the Heavenly Jade Pavilion. Sects like the Star Cloud Sect, known for their mastery of formations and siege warfare, also rallied under the banner of the combined forces.

The reason for this sudden shift in allegiance was clear – the Angel Race. Their involvement tipped the scales decisively. With another powerful Northern Cosmos faction by their side, the Heavenly Jade Pavilion suddenly presented a formidable front. The local Devil Tribes, though confident in their numbers, felt a tremor of unease at the sheer scale of the opposing force.

Finally, the day of reckoning arrived. A vast armada, consisting of Heavenly Jade Pavilion cultivators, angelic warriors, and representatives from various allied factions, converged around the barrier shielding the Devil Race's star. The sight was awe-inspiring – countless spaceships bristled with weapons, while celestial energy pulsed from the gathered cultivators, painting the void in a mesmerizing kaleidoscope of colors.

Across the barrier, on the surface of the Devil Race's star, panic and confusion reigned. The local Devil Tribes, who had initially viewed the conflict with a sense of bravado, now looked on with apprehension. The combined force before them was unlike anything they had ever faced. Here were the Heavenly Jade Pavilion, the undisputed power of the Eastern Cosmos, joined by the Angel Race, a force that could match the Devil Race head-on. The sight of so many cultivation families and sects added further weight to the impending attack.

The tension crackled in the air as both sides prepared for the inevitable clash. The barrier, shimmering with demonic energy, stood as the final obstacle. But for the combined forces, fueled by a desire for justice and a hunger for victory, it was a mere inconvenience, a flimsy curtain waiting to be torn down. It was a confrontation that would shake the very foundations of the Eastern Cosmos, and Wang Jian, standing at the forefront, couldn't help but feel a thrill course through him.

The battle erupted with a deafening roar. Devilish energy surged from the barrier as the Devil Tribes and the Devil Race unleashed the full force of their defenses. Hordes of horned demons, their eyes burning with crimson rage, clashed with the shimmering figures of the Angel Race. Angelic blades, imbued with holy light, carved through the demonic ranks, their celestial energy acting as a holy anathema to the devils.

The cultivators of the Heavenly Jade Pavilion unleashed a torrent of attacks. The Jadewood Formation, a defensive array passed down through generations, shimmered around the Jade Pavilion cultivators, deflecting volleys of demonic arrows and incinerating hordes of lesser demons with emerald flames. Sword techniques like the "Jade Cascade Flow" and the "Green Dragon's Fury" danced through the battlefield, leaving trails of dismembered demons in their wake.

Cultivators from the allied families and sects joined the fray. The Lin Family unleashed their signature "Stormcloud Formation," shrouding a section of the battlefield in a swirling vortex of lightning and wind. The Shui Family countered with their "Ocean's Embrace" formation, creating a dome of churning water that trapped and drowned countless demons.

Amidst this chaos, Wang Jian stood on his flagship, his gaze fixed on Lu Rong'er. She moved amongst the battlefield like a celestial wraith, her silver hair flowing behind her like a luminous river. Her movements were elegant yet deadly, each attack precise and efficient. She wielded her angelic spear, the "Seraph's Fury," with devastating grace, its holy energy purging any demon it touched.

However, as per Wang Jian's instructions, she withheld her full power as a Silver Light Goddess. Her attacks relied on raw talent and her angelic heritage, leaving no trace of her true godly abilities. It was a calculated move - to keep her trump card hidden until the moment of greatest need.

Under the combined onslaught of the allied forces, the barrier around the Devil Race's star couldn't hold for long. A series of coordinated attacks, a devastating blow delivered by the Angel Race's "Celestial Lance Formation" combined with the Jade Pavilion's "Jade Dragon's Fury," finally shattered the barrier. Crimson energy erupted outwards like a dying star, engulfing the battlefield in an ominous glow.

But the victory was short-lived. As the smoke cleared, a horrifying revelation awaited them. Where a handful of Devil Race strongholds had once stood, there now stretched an endless sea of demonic structures, teeming with an unimaginable number of demons. It was a scene of absolute chaos, a nightmarish tapestry of twisted horns, clawed hands, and blood-red eyes.

Celestial Maiden Yuqing felt a surge of disbelief course through her. "What in the heavens?" she gasped, her voice barely a whisper above the din of battle. "There are… too many!"

Wang Jian, however, remained calm. A faint smile played on his lips as he recognized the reinforcements.

These were the Devil Race legions stationed in the Northern Cosmos. The Devil King, Mo Yu, had anticipated the fall of the barrier and had strategically summoned these forces to ensure the survival of his kind.

A cold glint flickered in Yuqing's eyes as she took in the sight before her. "It seems Mo Yu has played his hand," she declared, her voice laced with steely resolve. "But this only presents a greater opportunity. We shall eradicate every last one of them, leaving no clan, no lineage untainted!"

The roar of the battle grew even louder, a cacophony of clashing steel, angelic hymns, and demonic roars. The reinforcements from the Northern Cosmos, caught off guard by the sudden assault, fought with desperate fervor. However, the combined might of the allied forces remained relentless. The Angel Race, fueled by righteous fury, spearheaded the attack, their celestial energy acting as a beacon of hope amidst the demonic darkness.

The battlefield transformed into a vortex of light and darkness. The angelic warriors of the Angel Race, fueled by holy zeal, clashed with the demonic hordes. Their celestial blades, infused with divine light, cleaved through lesser demons like paper. Yet, the sheer number of Devil Race reinforcements overwhelmed them. Colossal demon generals, towering figures with skin the color of obsidian and eyes burning like molten lava, roared challenges, leading the charge with brutal savagery.

The Heavenly Jade Pavilion cultivators held their ground, their formations a shimmering bulwark against the demonic tide. The Jadewood Formation pulsed with emerald energy, deflecting volleys of demonic arrows and incinerating hordes of lesser demons. Jade Pavilion disciples unleashed a flurry of attacks – the "Jade Phoenix Cry," a sonic attack that ruptured eardrums and shattered internal organs, and the "Emerald Serpent's Bite," a lightning-fast sword technique leaving trails of dismembered demons in its wake.

But the Devil Race legions were relentless. A six-armed demon king, its body a grotesque amalgamation of muscle and bone, waded through the battlefield like a demonic hurricane. Its immense fists pounded against the Jadewood Formation, causing it to tremble and flicker. With each blow, cracks appeared in the emerald barrier, threatening to shatter.

Suddenly, from the heart of the Devil Race forces, a figure emerged that sent a tremor through the battlefield – the Devil King Mo Yu himself. Clad in obsidian armor etched with demonic runes, he exuded an aura of malevolent power that choked the air. His eyes, glowing with an infernal crimson light, surveyed the battlefield with cold indifference.

Beside him stood a phalanx of imposing figures – his children. Over fifty in number, these offspring of the Devil King were a terrifying sight to behold. Each one inherited a fraction of Mo Yu's immense power, their bodies radiating demonic energy that warped the very fabric of reality.

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