The formations of the Evil Formation Master were sinister and malicious, but not adept at slaughter. Especially in unforeseen circumstances, when facing the sudden attack of a monster cultivator empowered by fierce blood qi, they were nearly powerless to retaliate.
Thus, this Evil Formation Master was brutally hacked to death.
The sudden, shocking turn of events was unfathomable.
The other two demon cultivators dissecting the demon monster's body were jolted to their senses only after the Evil Formation Master had been reduced to at pulp, and they were both shocked and angry.
"Are you mad?"
"Have you lost your mind?"
"Aren't you afraid of incurring Mr. Tu's wrath?"
Not ntioning "Mr. Tu" would have been better, but as soon as these three words were uttered, the bald monster cultivator went utterly berserk, his expression contorted:
"Are you also Mr. Tu's dogs? Did Mr. Tu send you to harm ?"
One demon cultivator yelled angrily, "What nonsense are you spewing!"
But before he could finish, a bloody guillotine ca swinging down toward his head in a sudden gust.
This demon cultivator cursed angrily, pulled out an Evil Artifact in the form of a skull, and began battling fiercely against the bald monster cultivator.
The other demon cultivator also didn't sit idly; he conjured a blood sword and joined the fray.
These two demon cultivators were both of considerable cultivation, well-versed in evil techniques; one attacked with the blood sword, while the other suppressed with the skull. Together, their combined power was even greater.
The bald monster cultivator, despite his madness and frantic moves, was still no match for the two, and after eight or nine dozen rounds, was defeated, pierced through the left shoulder by the blood sword, and subdued by the skull Evil Artifact.
Subdued by the two, the bald monster cultivator couldn't break free from the demonic qi emitted by the skull Evil Artifact, but his face remained fierce, roaring incessantly.
The skull demon cultivator, puzzling over his bizarre state, frowned and said:
"What's wrong with this fool? Is he possessed? He even dares to defy Mr. Tu's orders, he..."
Before finishing the sentence, a sharp blood sword pierced through his chest. The skull demon cultivator's eyes widened, and he slowly turned around to see the demon Path comrade he had previously partnered with now glaring with distorted resentnt, his chest impaled with the blood sword:
"So what if you defy Mr. Tu's orders? Are you also willing to be Mr. Tu's dog?" "Mr. Tu's dogs deserve to die!"
The blood sword pierced the heart ridian, the insidious blood qi ravaging the organs. Fury etched on the skull demon cultivator's face, death ca as he regretted too late, leaving him to perish.
The blood sword demon cultivator kept sneering after killing the skull demon cultivator.
Yet amidst his laughter, he couldn't continue laughing.
The black-gray in his eyes faded, and clarity returned slightly, looking at the companion lifeless on his sword, a stupefied shock overtook him, incredulously muttering:
"I...what have I done?"
"How could I..."
"I..."
Amid his mind's turmoil, "splat," a colossal guillotine swung mightily with demonic power, severing his neck and spilling copious amounts of blood. Then followed the second knife, the third, and the fourth... ruthlessly without pause.
The blood sword demon cultivator, thus, hacked alive and fell limp onto the ground.
Behind him, the bald monster cultivator, having escaped the skull Evil Artifact's restraint.
This bald monster cultivator, covered in blood, wielded the gory guillotine.
This massive guillotine was ant for Decapitating Mo Hua's head but now stained with the demon cultivator's blood.
"No one can tell what to do."
"Not Mr. Tu..."
"Anyone who tries to tell dies."
Amid the bald monster cultivator's eyes was a faint blackness, hinting at madness.
But the demon cultivators in the blood pool were all killed by him; those "teaching him" were dead too, leaving him suddenly aimless, with a semblance
of confusion.
At this mont, that innocent yet eerie voice resounded again from within:
"That's right, no one can tell you what to do, not Mr. Tu..."
"That Mr. Tu, what's he worth?"
"The reason he acts so arrogantly is entirely because of the Divine Lord's
prestige."
"The Divine Lord is wise, is great."
The bald monster cultivator felt deep agreent: "Yes, the Divine Lord is wise,
is great."
The eerie innocent voice said: "Now that the Divine Lord is awake, based on Mr. Tu's capability, he is wholly unfit to be the Divine Lord's 'servant.""
The bald monster cultivator nodded, "Yes, he is unfit."
"If he is unfit, then who is fit?"
"Who?" The bald monster cultivator was bewildered.
"You." That eerie voice declared confidently, "You are the true 'servant' of the Divine Lord, worthy of serving the Divine Lord, sharing the boundless divine power, following the Master of the Great Wilderness, eternally undead..." The bald monster cultivator's expression slowly fird:
"Yes, only , only I deserve to be the Divine Lord's 'servant, only I deserve
eternal life..."
"But there's only one servant of the Divine Lord."
"Only...one?"
"Yes, there's only one," asked the innocent yet bizarre voice, "What should be
done?"
"What should be done?"
The bald monster cultivator looked bewildered, but after a mont, his
expression grew more ferocious, and he spoke with a chilling tone:
"Kill them all, then I will naturally be the Divine Lord's... only 'servant"!"
The eerie voice agreed: "That's right, kill them all! The Divine Lord's servant can
only be you!"
"Kill them all! The Divine Lord's servant can only be !"
The bald monster cultivator murmured, grinning, with a gleam of excitent
and bloodthirst in his eyes.
He lifted his guillotine, drenched in blood, and left the Blood Pool. Outside was the Blood and Flesh Maze, with flesh strewn everywhere and
White Bones forming the walls, complex and winding, many passages were
blocked.
But as the bald monster cultivator walked forward, flesh would automatically
part, and White Bones would retract.
Before him, a path naturally appeared. This further solidified his faith. This was the "Divine Lord" calling him.
It was the "Divine Lord" guiding him.
This was the "Divine Lord's" blessing; clearly, the Divine Lord also recognized
him as the "chosen" and only "servant".
The bald monster cultivator dragged his guillotine, leaving a trail of bloody footprints, heading deeper into the maze.
...
Deep within the Blood and Flesh Maze, the sacrificial hall.
Mr. Tu sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, guarding the Blood Anointing Formation, reinforcing the Evil God's nightmare, summoning the servants to protect the Evil God.
Before him, an evil lantern was lit.
And around him, powerful demon monsters stood guard.
Besides that, there were hundreds of demon cultivators within the hall.
As the Evil God awakened, the majestic and vast presence of the deity spread,
all demon cultivators present were shocked, fearful, and excited.
Their Divine Sense was extrely stimulated, reason gradually faded, and they beca increasingly deranged.
Their faith in the Evil God also reached its peak at this mont.
At that mont, outside the hall, a violent knocking on the door was heard.
As if sothing sharp was persistently pounding on the door, the sound grew
more urgent and extrely disrespectful.
The demon cultivators present, eyes cold, exuded murderous intent.
"Soone, open the door."
A Demon Head refused: "Mr. Tu instructed that the sacrificial hall's door should
not be opened before the Divine Lord awakens, to avoid any complications."
The demon heads said nothing.
But the "knocking" did not stop; instead, it grew louder and more rampant.
The demon heads were angered.
They were already deranged by nature, killing with ease, and now the will of the resurrected Evil God infected them, making them even more irritable.
Mr. Tu's words weren't taken seriously by all the demon heads anyway. The Golden Core stage demon of the Mystic Demon Sect sneered: "Open the door, let's see which beast has the audacity to knock like this." "They don't even know what place this is."
The other demon heads also showed cold expressions.
A demon cultivator from the Blood Refining Sect was ordered to open the door.
As soon as the door opened, a bloody guillotine ca hurtling towards him. Fortunately, he was alert, sneered, and sidestepped the blade.
But before his sneer finished, a blood-red figure, like a Fierce Ghost, pounced
on him and opened its bloody maw, biting through his neck. Blood splattered
and flesh mangled.
Everyone present narrowed their eyes.
"What is that?"
"Monster cultivator?"
"Fallen Demon?"
A late-stage Golden Core demon of the Demon Sword Sect imdiately
wielded his demon sword, manifesting pitch-black Demon Qi of the Sword Dao, slicing the bloody bald monster cultivator in half, blood splattering all
over.
Yet even though he was cleaved in two, the bald monster cultivator didn't die instantly, struggling on the ground, grinning ferociously, and roaring:
"I am the Divine Lord's servant."
"There can only be one servant of the Divine Lord."
"The Divine Lord's servant can only be ."
"Only I can be eternally immortal...
His miserable appearance, along with these bizarre phrases and his fanatic faith
in the Master of the Great Wilderness, echoed in the sinister thoughts-filled hall, like a brand, etched into the heart of every demon head... Many demon heads' eyes unknowingly began to reveal a trace of eerie
blackness.
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