Ye Liuyun instructed Yu Xiaofeng: "Distribute the resources from the storage rings to the soldiers. All metal resources should be given to Qiong Qi for weapon forging. Sort the corpses and keep them for me."

"Once everything here is organized, send the resources to me via the teleportation array. The army should rest and train here for now, awaiting my orders."

"I’m going to scout the enemy’s headquarters. After I leave, destroy this altar immediately to prevent any more of them from teleporting in."

After giving his orders, Ye Liuyun stepped into the formation Qiong Qi had prepared. His features shifted, transforming into the likeness of one of the alien race. Donning their armor, he strode toward the summit of the teleportation altar.

To say he wasn’t concerned about the dangers awaiting him would be a lie. He didn’t even know where this altar led.

But as long as these aliens existed, humanity would never know peace.

Ye Liuyun had fought tirelessly before—for his family, for his loved ones. Yet the shadow of the alien threat always loomed.

To truly live in peace, to have a stable world and harmonious life, the alien menace had to be eradicated.

Moreover, the stronger he became, the greater the responsibilities he bore. Some burdens couldn’t be avoided—better to take initiative than remain passive.

If he didn’t strike first, if he merely defended, humanity here would eventually be worn down to extinction.

With this resolve, hesitation left him. He stepped decisively into the teleportation portal at the altar’s peak.

Yu Xiaofeng watched as Ye Liuyun vanished into the shimmering light, admiration swelling in his chest for his leader’s courage.

Without delay, he ordered the soldiers to dismantle the altar. Among the ruins, they discovered a massive energy crystal that had powered the teleportation mechanism.

Knowing such a resource would aid Ye Liuyun’s cultivation breakthroughs, Yu Xiaofeng didn’t consider keeping it for himself. He immediately sent it through the teleportation array.

If Ye Liuyun could risk everything without hesitation, the least he could do was prioritize his commander’s needs over his own advancement.

Yu Xiaofeng then led the troops in clearing the battlefield, organizing resources, and distributing them according to Ye Liuyun’s instructions.

Afterward, they established a military camp on-site to rest and regroup. Meanwhile, the armies of the Sacred Dynasty gradually withdrew to their original garrisoned cities.

Some martial cultivators returned to their training, while others rushed to assist Liu Kui in the oceanic battlefield. This sudden influx of millions of martial cultivators significantly accelerated the cleanup efforts on Liu Kui’s front.

As for Ye Liuyun, before he could even shake off the dizziness from the teleportation, a pungent alien stench assaulted his senses. He immediately shut off his sense of smell and steadied himself to ease the disorientation.

*"The aliens’ teleportation arrays are so poorly made—how can they cause this much dizziness?"* he thought irritably, scanning his surroundings with narrowed eyes.

Just then, he noticed someone at the base of the altar gesturing and shouting at him. Following the direction of their pointed finger, Ye Liuyun guessed they were urging him to step down. Without hesitation, he exited the teleportation channel and descended the stone steps.

A few other aliens were also making their way down, still some distance from the ground. Once he reached the bottom, the shouting ceased, and the alien below turned to direct others to form a line instead.

Unfamiliar with the local customs, Ye Liuyun observed his surroundings carefully as he walked. His divine sense stretched outward, yet he couldn’t detect the boundaries of this world. However, he did sense the presence of a powerful being not far from the altar.

Near that formidable alien, he spotted several openly piled demon crystals and energy orbs. A few aliens casually picked them up without any interference, as if no one cared.

He also noticed human martial cultivators among the crowd. But when he activated his golden pupils, he saw their dantians tainted with sinister energy—proof they had willingly become puppets of the aliens, traitors to their own kind.

At that moment, another alien emerged from the teleportation array Ye Liuyun had just exited, shouting something as he dashed down the steps.

Upon reaching Ye Liuyun, the alien bowed slightly in greeting. Ye Liuyun stepped aside to let him pass.

The two aliens who had walked ahead were already at the base of the steps, summoned by another alien to join a queue. The one who had just rushed past Ye Liuyun hurried toward them as well, still yelling something unintelligible.

The alien who had called out to Ye Liuyun earlier now gestured for him to approach, directing him to report to another alien at the front of the line.

Seizing the moment when no one was paying attention, Ye Liuyun descended the steps, draped himself in his invisibility cloak, and slipped away unnoticed.

When the alien who had summoned him glanced back and realized Ye Liuyun was gone, he paused briefly but didn’t react further, instead continuing to usher newly arrived aliens from the teleportation array into the queue.

Ye Liuyun kept a wary eye on him, fearing he might raise an alarm. Only when the alien showed no sign of suspicion did he finally relax.

His gaze then shifted to a human martial cultivator nearby. Silently closing the distance, Ye Liuyun launched a soul attack, implanting a slave seal to extract information.

The man, named Guo Xiao, was an ordinary artifact craftsman who had unwittingly fallen into the aliens’ trap. By the time he realized the deception, it was too late to escape.

This place was indeed the Witch Demon Realm. When the aliens first seized control, they employed a sinister method—enhancing a race’s combat prowess with malevolent energy, luring countless martial cultivators into coveting it.

Wealthy, influential, and high-ranking martial cultivators were especially eager to obtain this power. By the time the aliens abruptly turned on them, many regretted their choices—but it was already too late.

Once these key figures were subdued, the aliens easily overpowered the remaining martial cultivators.

As a result, many skilled craftsmen—weapon-refining master, alchemists, and formation masters—were preserved as slaves, forced to serve the aliens while training them in their respective disciplines.

The alien who had summoned Ye Liuyun at the altar had intended for him to report on the warfront in his world—standard procedure for any alien returning from abroad.

Of course, some people didn’t bother reporting if they felt there was nothing significant to mention, and the alien race generally didn’t force the issue.

As for the magic crystals and energy orbs Ye Liuyun had seen, any martial cultivators of the alien race who had reached the Heavenly Realm could freely take them.

“Isn’t that just taking for free?” Ye Liuyun was astonished.

Guo Xiao explained to him, “From our perspective, yes. The alien race doesn’t impose restrictions on those of higher cultivation levels. They’re quite disciplined—they only take what they need.

Those who take more are usually preparing for battle or stockpiling energy for their warships. But lower-level cultivators must apply in advance to obtain resources. They’re generally conscientious too—no one would dare steal.

Only human martial cultivators are absolutely forbidden from taking anything. They’re not even allowed to get close. Those resources are guarded by the strongest among the alien race.”

“How many of them are here? And how many have reached the Heavenly Realm or higher?” Ye Liuyun pressed for details.

The Demon Witch Realm was a complete world, and the alien forces were widely dispersed. Even with his divine sense, he couldn’t detect much at once.