Chapter 595: Chapter 377: Deal With This Weasel First
In Daxu, the sounds of battle cries erupted in Yun Jin City.
Northern Guardian King Yang Tao floated in the sky, his expression grim as he looked down at the battlefield. Even though Da Xu’s soldiers were brave and unafraid of death, they couldn’t withstand the endless assaults of the Demon Fiends. Since the great battle, this was already the seventh attack the Demon Fiends launched on Yun Jin City.
Although Da Xu’s soldiers had repelled the Demon Army each time, Da Xu’s side also suffered casualties. So far, Da Xu’s side had over one hundred thousand wounded and more than thirty thousand soldiers dead.
The goal of these Demon Fiends wasn’t to capture Yun Jin City, but purely to vent their anger on Da Xu’s soldiers. Even if it was a two-for-one exchange, they sought revenge for the earlier massacre of their Demon Kings.
These Demon Kings could disregard the lives of low-level Demon Fiends, but as the Northern Guardian King, he could not ignore the lives of his soldiers.
"Can’t you handle this? This is just the beginning. The order I received is to exhaust every last soldier of Da Xu, and this is the price you pay for aligning with Wei Fan."
From a distance, a mocking voice of a Demon King echoed from the sky.
This was a Weasel that had cultivated into a Demon King, with a sharp mouth and ape-like cheeks, eyes resembling soybeans. Among the Demon Army below, most were Demon Fiends from the Weasel clan.
This clan’s bloodline wasn’t strong, but they had a characteristic of high fertility, making them a cannon-fodder race among the Demon Fiends.
A murderous intent surged in Yang Tao’s heart: "If Da Xu fights until there’s only one soldier left, the Weasel clan will be exterminated."
The Weasel laughed: "So what if we’re exterminated? Even if we’re wiped out, the Five-Colored Demon Bull and Qilin Ape from the Holy Race will continue to send armies. Let’s see who dies first..."
Unlike Yang Tao, the Weasel didn’t care. Yang Tao felt heartache seeing his soldiers die, but the Weasel felt nothing.
Hearing this, Yang Tao’s eyes filled with anger and helplessness. He could only watch as his troops rushed into the battlefield.
He wanted to initiate a Martial King battle, but this Weasel would never fight him directly. As soon as he made a move, the Weasel Demon King would retreat, refusing a King-level confrontation.
Yang Tao couldn’t interfere in the lower-echelon battlefield, as any interference would provoke the Demon Kings to assault the ordinary soldiers of Da Xu, creating a bigger problem.
"Are you courting death by forcing Da Xu and Wei Fan like this? Aren’t you afraid of angering him and facing the consequences?" Yang Tao gritted his teeth and said.
He initially didn’t want to alert Wei Fan, but given the circumstances, he had no other choice.
With tens of thousands of military casualties, Da Xu, no matter how prosperous, couldn’t sustain this for long.
The Weasel Demon King laughed: "I don’t know what his anger brings, but this is the result of enraging the Demon Race. Wei Fan is just a cowardly turtle, hiding in the heartland of the Human Race. So what if he’s angered? Do you think he’s a Martial Saint? If he shows up, I’ll cut him down."
Yang Tao wished to proclaim that Wei Fan would soon be a Martial Saint. He also wanted to reveal that the Demon Hunter Ming Huo, who had previously slain many Demon Kings, was indeed Wei Fan, but he restrained himself.
"Do you wish to cut me down?"
Suddenly, a familiar voice reached his ears.
He turned back to see two figures breaking through the sky, arriving in the blink of an eye. Who else could it be but Wei Fan?
"Brother Wei..."
Yang Tao couldn’t help but feel a surge of joy. Seeing Wei Fan was like seeing a pillar of strength.
Although Da Xu’s soldiers repelled the Demon Army each time, the constant deaths weighed heavily on him. He also wanted to kill the Weasel Demon King, but the opponent’s cultivation wasn’t much weaker. Every time Yang Tao made a move, the Weasel Demon King would flee, making pursuit impossible.
"Wei Fan?"
The Weasel Demon King’s expression changed. He had just been boasting, and never thought Wei Fan would actually appear.
He had never fought Wei Fan, but someone who could provoke the Five-Colored Demon Bull and Qilin Ape, those Demon Saints’ groups, to want him dead was surely not simple. Moreover, rumors suggested that the Qilin Ape Race’s Saint Son, Yuan Jie, was possibly killed by Wei Fan.
"Let’s deal with this bastard first!"
Wei Fan dashed past Yang Tao, who instantly felt his blood boiling. Only Wei Fan dared to speak such bold words. Otherwise, who would dare claim they could definitely kill a Peak Demon King in a day?
"I’m not staying!"
The Weasel Demon King turned and ran, not wanting to engage with Wei Fan.
His task was to lead the army in a war of attrition with Da Xu’s troops, not to kill Martial Kings. He didn’t want to fight even Yang Tao, let alone this unexpected force, Wei Fan.
"Boom!"
Wei Fan streaked through the sky like rolling thunder, unleashing a roaring sound, leaving a trail of white air waves behind him.
Cyan Nether Travel was an incredibly powerful Saint-level Body Technique with unparalleled speed. However, the distance between him and the Weasel Demon King was vast. Although Wei Fan’s speed was several times that of the Weasel Demon King, catching up immediately was tough. Of course, the gap was closing.
"If you dare, keep chasing into my Demon Race territory. I’ll summon a Demon King to cut you down!"
The Weasel Demon King held a token in his hand, reporting Wei Fan’s appearance while continuing to taunt as he fled.
He had been keeping his distance from Yun Jin City, staying several miles away. No matter how fast Wei Fan was, catching him in a matter of moments was impossible.
But by the time Wei Fan caught up, nearby powerful Demon Kings would have arrived.
If they managed to kill Wei Fan, the Five-Colored Demon Bull and Qilin Ape, those powerful races, would reward him well.
"Brother Wei, don’t pursue a desperate foe!"
Yang Tao shouted. No matter how strong Wei Fan was, he couldn’t rampage through the heart of the Demon Race alone. Even if the Demon Saints had gone to the Wilderness, no Martial King could roam freely in the Demon Fiend’s territory. One Demon King might not match him, but hundreds or even thousands?
Wei Fan turned a deaf ear, accelerating again, with his Primordial Spirit eyes wide open.
The Weasel Demon King was shocked, never expecting that the terrifying speed was not Wei Fan’s limit.
"Finished transmitting? Now you can die!"
Wei Fan intentionally revealed his whereabouts, allowing the enemy to find him, naturally he didn’t stop the Weasel from sending a message, he even purposely gave the Weasel time to send it.
"Buzz buzz..."
In the Sea of Consciousness, the Profound Yellow Tripod, Tiger Soul Saber, and Jiaolong Sunset Bow floated up and down above his Primordial Spirit, interwoven together.
Suddenly, the Jiaolong Sunset Bow began to vibrate, responding to a summons, and with the Dragon Horn Arrow, it rushed out of the Sea of Consciousness.
In a swift motion, Wei Fan extended both hands, grasping the Dragon Horn Arrow with one hand and the Jiaolong Sunset Bow with the other, then bent the bow and shot the arrow.
The combined divine power of the Jiaolong Sunset Bow and Dragon Horn Arrow was, in some respects, not inferior to the Profound Yellow Tripod, the force of its long-range attack was said to be invincible, yet since entering the Five Great Domains, he hadn’t showcased the might of the Jiaolong Sunset Bow before the world.
Essence Qi swarmed from all directions, Wei Fan’s arm muscles swelled, his strength poured forth like a breaking dam, in an instant the sky seemed to gain another sun.
"Crackle..."
Lightning crackled wildly around him, each bolt as thick as an arm, he suddenly appeared like the Thunder God on earth, bathed in lightning.
"What the hell is that thing?"
The Weasel Demon King locked in from dozens of miles away had its hair standing on end, its Primordial Spirit frantically warning.
Naturally timid and with low fighting capabilities, but incredibly cautious, its keen sense of danger had saved it in the previous Yun Jin City battle by avoiding engagement.
After the news of twenty-odd Demon Kings dying spread, many Demon Kings felt fearful, but it was unsurprising to it.
"Bow Divine Soldier?"
The Weasel Demon King looked back in horror, seeing Wei Fan drawing a golden dragon-shaped divine bow, with an arrow capable of triggering thunder and lightning, it was this top-level Martial King level divine bow that instilled a strong sense of crisis.
"Boom!"
Wei Fan released his fingers, the thick arrow aura pierced through the sky, creating a terrifying wrinkle in the void as if launching a massive thunderbolt.
"No way to dodge!"
The Weasel Demon King roared, the terrifying divine bow had already locked onto him, no matter how he shifted positions, the terrifying arrow still stayed on target, its lightning speed arriving in the blink of an eye, the electromagnetic field it created made his hair stand on end.
"Squeak squeak..."
He let out an instinctive scream, a sound not heard on him for years, only juveniles emitted such screams.
His forehead lit up, a large saber appeared in his hand, slashing hundreds of zhang of sword aura towards the Dragon Horn Arrow.
Unable to evade, he could only defend head-on.
"Thud!"
But upon collision, his sword aura was immediately pierced through, utterly unable to stop the terrifying lightning Dragon Horn Arrow.
"Not good!"
The Weasel Demon King was shocked, hurriedly pulling back his hand to position the divine saber across his chest.
"Boom!"
In the next instant, the Dragon Horn Arrow blasted onto the divine saber with immense lightning, the electricity transmitted through the divine soldier, enveloping the Weasel Demon King in a green smoke, giving off a scent of roasted meat.
"Ah..."
The lightning exploded, the Weasel Demon King’s figure was instantly consumed, arm-thick electric bolts burst into flames.
Once the lightning dissipated, only a dimly glowing divine saber fell powerlessly from the sky, the Weasel Demon King had already been evaporated by the terrible lightning, leaving no trace.
[Killed Weasel Demon King, gained 100,000 years of Ordinary Power, 900 years of Martial King’s Power]
[Ordinary Power: 720,000 years]
[Martial King’s Power: 14,000 years]
"Just cannon fodder sent to die!"
Wei Fan snorted coldly, his Will Power surged, summoning the Dragon Horn Arrow back.
"Such a terrifying divine bow, wasn’t his most powerful weapon supposed to be that large tripod crafted from Profound Yellow Stone?"
Yang Tao gasped.
Dozens of miles away, a single arrow killed a Peak Demon King, such power was truly frightening.
In recent days, he had been unable to deal with the Weasel Demon King due to its vigilance, any sign of danger and it would flee.
Wei Fan didn’t need to pursue deep into the Demon Race’s territory, he could shoot the Weasel Demon King apart from afar.
"The Demon King is dead, run!"
On the distant battlefield, the Demon Army saw Wei Fan shoot the Weasel Demon King dead from dozens of miles away, none of the demons had thoughts of continuing the fight.
Even though a Martial King would typically not target low-level demons, who knows if Wei Fan, the Killing God, would adhere to those rules, even without widespread slaughter of lesser demons, slaying a few leading Demon Venerables would tilt the battle.
"Retreat!" a Demon Venerable shouted, immediately retreating and fleeing.
With the leading Demon Venerables starting to flee, the Demon Army quickly disintegrated, dispersing into the mountains and turning into a defeated rabble.
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