Chapter 898: Chapter 683: Your Life, Please_3
On the Divine Path, those Demon Ministers, whose cultivation is far inferior to Demon Lord Arao, yet when they gather densely together, it’s the power of all living beings.
Not to ntion adding Dao Man King, a demon from the sa era as the old Demon Lord.
Though he has suffered the Demon Prison sentence for tens of thousands of years, his cultivation is not what it was, but he is ultimately an old demon king who has cultivated for hundreds of thousands of years. Individually, he can engage in a frontal battle with the young Demon Lord without being at a disadvantage.
With such a group attacking, even for Demon Lord Arao, wanting not to be defeated is difficult.
With Dao Man King’s participation in the battle, the pair of Zangxin and Mi Lu are practically like tigers with wings added, and Arao soon sees blood.
A sinister Extre Devourer Cone issued from Dao Man’s palm, aiming at an extrely tricky and vicious angle, struck at Arao’s back, directly penetrating through the front chest, leisurely returning to Dao Man King’s hand at last.
The wounds perforated front and back burst forth with burning golden flas, these flas filled with Demon-subduing spiritual power are indeed the greatest nesis of the Demon race.
For the Demon Clan, that fire burning on the body is intensely painful, let alone penetrating blood bones, searing in the muscles, bones, and viscera.
Killing a large number of demons, Arao’s body sank, seemingly unable to stand as it wobbled severely, clearly severely wounded.
On that face frenzied and turned demon, a deep expression of pain vaguely appeared.
The blood from the chest couldn’t stop frantically gushing out.
That Extre Devourer Cone is a Magic Artifact refined with the Essence Blood of a Golden Immortal, always used by Immortals against the Great Demon, only taken out at a last resort, never used lightly.
Yet Dao Man King used it on his own kin without hesitation.
At this mont, the belt at Baili An’s waist suddenly tightened, grasped in the hand of the female official at his side.
She murmured softly, her voice uncertain whether worried or nervous, almost unconsciously spoke out: “Will His Majesty die?”
Baili An’s face showed no emotion, saying indifferently: “He won’t.”
The female official looked up at him, hesitated for a mont, but still spoke, saying: “Why do you seem not at all worried about His Majesty?”
Baili An’s expression remained normal, seemingly untouched by the brutal blood battle under the long steps: “Why should I worry about her?”
The female official felt sowhat annoyed, and seed indignant for Arao: “His Majesty truly wants to establish you as the Phoenix Lord, if not for giving you this title, how would she end up drawn into this inescapable death trap.”
Responding to the female official’s indignation, Baili An’s reply was rather indifferent: “Since you think this is a trap set by others, she entered, naturally she will exit.”
The female official really didn’t know whether he had blind faith in Demon Lord, or whether this Phoenix Lord had long been colluding with that group, hoping His Majesty would die sooner.
The mighty clash of powerful beings, mixed battles, flas of war everywhere, chaotic scenes, akin to the collapse of realms!
Under such an intense assault, even Demon Lord gradually seed unable to withstand, plus the Extre Devourer Cone always found shady opportunities to strike a few blows.
After several rounds of battle, the heavy black-gold ceremonial robe on Arao was long soaked and dyed with blood, seemingly on the brink of demise.
Dao Man King did not obstruct Arao’s approach to the Primordial Cauldron, witnessing from aside, there even seed signs of him subtly guiding her towards that furnace place.
Zangxin endured a direct palm from Arao, half of his arm turned to shattered flesh and broken bones under that terrifying force.
Grinding his teeth hard, using the position’s chaos, he stood beside Dao Man King, speaking through clenched teeth: “Are you really thinking of clashing head-on with her? The power within you belonging to Dao Man King won’t last long, once exposed, today you’ll just wait to die!”
The evil beasts attracted from the sky, even Young Lord’s control is about to be overwheld, if this trouble isn’t resolved with a lethal blow, the evil beast herd runs amok, the millennial foundation of the Demon World will be destroyed!”
Dao Man King laughed sinisterly: “The one capable of delivering a lethal blow to this woman is not on our side.”
Zangxin was stunned, then suddenly enlightened, raised his head and shouted loudly: “Please, Master Si Chen, lend us your aid!”
The fighting demons suddenly froze upon hearing this, the aning of the words suggesting that River Lord Si Chen, whom Zangxin River Lord does not get along with, was actually of the sa faction?
Thinking of this, though hating Demon Lord Arao’s cruelty and malice intensely, they couldn’t help but feel a bit of pity and mockery for her.
The one she’s intent on enshrining as Phoenix Lord, turns out to be intending to take her life.
Through Zangxin’s revelation, the demons suddenly realized their death battle held no aning, wanting to truly kill soone, to eliminate their path forward, first the heart must be killed!
Almost falling into a certain tacit consent, the madness ceased, the entangled Demon Generals withdrew, cunningly leaving a wide path between Baili An and Arao.
Baili An held an umbrella on the stage.
Arao drenched in blood beneath the stage.
He didn’t move, nor did she.
Her eyes, stained red by blood, stared fiercely at Baili An, mories like nightmares flashed before Arao’s eyes, the biting wind blew her bloody robe flying wildly, the sky light scattered, cascading.
She looked straight into his indifferent gaze, knowing the answer long ago, yet still spoke, asking in a hoarse voice:
“You…want to kill ?”
Seeing her in this state, everyone suddenly had a clear answer in their hearts.
Demon Lord Arao, today will be pulled down from the Divine Altar, undoubtedly will die!
Baili An stepped down from the platform, eyes deep as ink, facing Arao’s bloody gaze without fear or avoidance.
He quickly looked away, turning to Zangxin: “Is this the fulfillnt of the promise between you and ?”
Zangxin tried to put on his usual hypocritical smile, but the intense pain from losing an arm left him without the energy, he spoke in a deep voice: “Indeed.”
Baili An withdrew his gaze, summoned Heavenly Strategy Jun Mountain, the thick sword tip lightly touched Arao’s heart.
“Then…”
“Please offer your life.”
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