Having reached the heart of the forest, Wang Jian's faction remained hidden thanks to the combined illusionary prowess of Lady Zhuoran and Bixi Shuyan, who had erected a two-layered concealment barrier.

Wang Jian, with his heightened spiritual sensitivity, accurately assessed the unfolding events on the battlefield, sensing the positions of each individual involved.

As he observed Ye Chen and the Butterfly Spirit Queen splitting up, with Ye Chen leading a team in a daring charge towards the demon camp, Wang Jian immediately discerned the true purpose behind this strategic maneuver. It was undoubtedly a diversion.

With this realization, Wang Jian understood that the Butterfly Spirit Queen had seized the opportunity to infiltrate the camp during the chaos, with the intention of rescuing her captive beast comrades.

The fact that she entrusted Ye Chen with such a crucial role in the plan spoke volumes about the level of trust she held for him.

Wang Jian couldn't help but ponder deeply, 'She must hold an exceptionally high opinion of Ye Chen. It would be exceedingly difficult to alter her perception of him through ordinary means.'

However, a mischievous grin slowly spread across his face as a devious idea took shape within his mind. He relished the thought, thinking, 'Well, I do relish a formidable challenge.'

With a devilish glimmer in his eyes, he resolutely declared, "Prepare yourselves, everyone! It's time to storm the demon camp and unleash our wrath upon these fiends!"

The followers of the church erupted with exhilaration upon hearing Wang Jian's resounding declaration. Their voices merged in a harmonious cheer, exclaiming, "At last! The moment we've yearned for has arrived!"

With a coordinated effort, Lady Zhuoran and Bixi Shuyan dissipated the illusionary barrier enveloping the group.

Wang Jian's faction, accompanied by the fervent followers of the Church, surged forward as one entity, surging through the dissipating barrier and into the heart of the demon camp.

Their arrival bore immediate consequences.

Meanwhile, within the depths of the camp, the Butterfly Spirit Queen's group had successfully entered and arrived at the location where her imprisoned comrades suffered.

The beasts, frail and emaciated, bore the marks of torment inflicted upon them by the demons. Some had even endured the draining of their life essence, teetering on the brink of death.

With utmost care and urgency, the Butterfly Spirit Queen's group administered the vital essence herbs bestowed by Ye Chen.

The herbs worked their magic, slowly revitalizing the beasts and restoring their dwindling life force.

Amidst this crucial moment, the Butterfly Spirit Queen sensed a surge of human presence rushing into the demon camp from the north.

The demons, who had initially pursued Ye Chen's group in the southeast, swiftly discerned the vulnerability of their camp and hastened back to its heart.

At this precise juncture, Wang Jian issued a commanding order, "HALT!"

Confusion tinged the expressions of his followers, perplexed by the abrupt cessation of their thunderous charge.

The fervent followers of the church simmered with anger, their impatience boiling over as they wondered why Wang Jian had interrupted their assault.

With a grave tone, Wang Jian explained, "We must exercise caution. The demons may have laid a deadly trap near the center of the camp. Let us eliminate the demons present here first before gradually expanding our reach. In the meantime, Lady Zhuoran and I will investigate the center of this camp."

His words, delivered with utmost seriousness, resonated with his faction and the followers of the church. Even some followers found themselves internally praising Wang Jian for his prudent approach.

After all, in their battle against the demons, preparedness for all eventualities was paramount.

As Wang Jian and Lady Zhuoran ventured deeper into the camp, the members of the Liu Family dispersed, each taking on a specific task.

They skillfully affixed talismans to various objects and even the surrounding terrain.

Hong Meilin couldn't help but be taken aback by this unexpected sight, but a sudden realization dawned upon her.

The Liu Family's meticulous actions were driven by their foresight—anticipating the imminent arrival of the demons, they were constructing a formidable talisman formation to fortify their defenses.

In that moment, Hong Meilin's admiration for Wang Jian deepened.

It became clear to her that he had not only foreseen the circumstances they now faced but had also coordinated with the Liu Family in advance, enabling their swift and precise actions.

She now understood that Wang Jian possessed an extraordinary level of strategic thinking, always several steps ahead of the current situation.

It was a testament to his exceptional intellect and his ability to navigate complex scenarios with remarkable acumen.

The abrupt intrusion of Wang Jian's faction into the heart of the demon camp set off a cascade of consequences, each more significant than the last.

The initial repercussion was the swift reversal of the demons who had been relentlessly pursuing Ye Chen's group. Their attention now shifted back to the defense of their base, leaving Ye Chen and his comrades momentarily unburdened.

Simultaneously, the intrusion alarmed Tristan and Brian, jolting them with the realization that their camp had been breached. While Ye Chen's group had barely registered as a threat, this new force ignited a sense of urgent concern within their hearts.

Tristan muttered curses under his breath, his frustration palpable. "By the infernal depths! If they reach the center, our summoning formations will crumble!"

But there was little time to dwell on the potential catastrophe, for Tristan found himself engaged in a perilous dance with Wang Hao, deftly evading the relentless onslaught of the Glaive.

Wang Hao's attacks were unyielding, leaving Tristan with no choice but to hold his ground and marshal his demonic qi to its fullest extent. Every part of his being strained as he channeled his energy, fortifying himself for what was to come.

Amidst the clash of blades, Wang Hao's strike found its mark, the "Imperial Gale Thrust" piercing Tristan's chest, impaling one of his hearts. Pain seared through his body, yet Tristan's resolve remained unbroken.

In that moment of agony, Wang Hao's eyes widened with astonishment as he beheld the monumental surge of Demonic Qi coursing through Tristan's veins. A flicker of realization dawned upon him.

He decided to disrupt this attack by attacking Tristan with a barrage of blows, but he soon discovered that his glaive was stuck!

Tristan was gripping the glaive with his inner muscles!

A wicked grin played upon Tristan's lips as he taunted his adversary. "Survive this, if you can!"

With a swift motion of his hand, he unleashed a tempestuous torrent of wind and lightning qi, a devastating beam that sent Wang Hao hurtling through the air.

The Glaive remained embedded within Tristan's body, a testament to his tenacity. He soon pulled it out and stored it within his spatial ring. He couldn't let humans retain such a powerful weapon.

Seizing the moment, Tristan bellowed his command, the urgency in his voice echoing through the chaos. "Retreat to the camp!"

Responding without hesitation, the demons, including Brian and his contingent locked in combat with Wang Ying and her comrades, unleashed a symphony of powerful shockwaves. The concussive force sent the human experts sprawling, their senses momentarily shattered.

Exploiting the disarray, the demons swiftly regrouped and retreated, their aim to protect the sanctity of their camp and its formidable summoning formations.

Rather than pursuing the retreating demons, Wang Ying and Wang Hao's factions made a strategic decision to regroup and seize the opportunity to recuperate.

Unlike their demonic adversaries, they did not possess the miraculous regenerative abilities, necessitating a momentary respite to replenish their depleted strength.

Wang Hao, in particular, found himself in a dire state, his bloodline essence entirely drained in the fierce confrontation with Tristan.

The toll of battle weighed heavily upon him, leaving him weakened and vulnerable.

Exhausted and breathless, Wang Hao found support against a nearby tree, his body drenched in perspiration, and his fatigued muscles quivering.

With a deliberate motion, he retrieved a small vial containing Blood Recovery Pellets. These pellets, renowned as the Bloodline Restoration Elixir, possessed the unique ability to compel the body to temporarily generate a surplus of blood.

However, Wang Hao knew all too well that such power came at a cost.

Consuming three of the pellets in a single gulp, he felt an immediate surge coursing through his veins. The elixir activated his Royal Warlord Bloodline, bestowing upon him a set of extraordinary abilities that he had painstakingly unlocked.

The first ability, Indomitable Resilience, granted Wang Hao an unparalleled regenerative power. This bloodline gift allowed him to endure and swiftly recover from injuries that would cripple ordinary warriors, but that is only until his adrenaline wears off. After that, his body would recovery naturally.

Next, Weapon Supremacy showcased the Royal Warlord's unparalleled skill in wielding any weapon they encountered. Empowered by their bloodline, they effortlessly adapted to the unique qualities of each weapon, unlocking its full potential for devastating impact. However, this ability came with a caveat, as pouring the bloodline's power into a feeble or inadequate weapon risked its shattering. Additionally, the duration of this ability relied on the strength of the Royal Warlord's bloodline essence.

Unyielding Might was another extraordinary ability that manifested as the battle raged on. The users would grow increasingly formidable, their strength and abilities amplified by surges of adrenaline and an unwavering determination to emerge victoriously. The more intense the conflict, the greater the power bestowed upon them. This enabled the user to unleash devastating attacks, overpowering their foes and leaving behind a trail of destruction in their wake.

Lastly, Sovereign's Ascendance represented the pinnacle of the Royal Warlord Bloodline's power. This ultimate ability triggered a breathtaking transformation, shrouding the users in an ethereal aura that signified their transcendence. In this transcendent form, they became the embodiment of war itself, radiating an overwhelming aura of might and commanding presence. Their strength, speed, and agility reached unimaginable heights, allowing them to cleave through armies and decimate entire battlefields. The mere sight of this awe-inspiring ability struck fear into the hearts of all who bore witness.