Chapter 1215: Chapter 1209: The Demon Race Emerges
"Old partner, we can fight side by side again!"
On the battlefield, Luo Hou grasped the God-Slaying Spear, sensing a long-lost familiarity, a trace of excitement flashing in his calm eyes.
In his heart, besides the pursuit of the ultimate path, there were only two things he couldn’t let go of.
Namely, the Demon Tribe and the God-Slaying Spear!
"Buzz~"
The God-Slaying Spear trembled slightly, conveying joy.
"Ha ha!"
Luo Hou laughed out loud.
Immediately, he locked his gaze onto the Evil Spirit King, and coldly said: "After today, the Evil Spirit Tribe will no longer exist in this world!"
The Evil Spirit King remained silent.
In truth, he had already started contemplating retreat.
He knew well, faced with Luo Hou wielding the God-Slaying Spear, he was completely outmatched; only by fleeing did he have a slim chance of survival.
Why say slim?
Because his mission was to suppress the Demon Tribe, and if he failed, when the human emperor’s seal vanishes, the arrival of the Dao Ancestor would likely seal his doom.
"Run!"
After a brief hesitation, the Evil Spirit King still decided to flee, transforming into a stream of light, flying into the distance.
Better a wretched life than a good death!
Living a bit longer is better than dying now!
What if the Dao Ancestor is in a good mood and doesn’t punish him?
"Remembering to flee now, it’s too late!"
Luo Hou watched the Evil Spirit King escape but didn’t hurry to pursue, shaking his head as he stood in place.
Does he intend to let the Evil Spirit King go?
Naturally not!
Just as the Evil Spirit King fled billions of miles away, Luo Hou forcefully threw the God-Slaying Spear, eternal demonic light flickering, piercing through the void, shattering everything.
In the next moment, the fleeing Evil Spirit King was pierced by the God-Slaying Spear, extinguishing his vitality.
"Dao Ancestor... will... will avenge me!"
Before consciousness dissolved, the Evil Spirit King spoke venomously.
"Don’t worry, he will come to keep you company!"
Luo Hou waved his hand, the God-Slaying Spear automatically falling back into his hand, he said coldly.
Then.
He walked towards the shattered Royal City.
After passing through the city wall, he walked amidst the ruins, numerous surviving Evil Spirit Tribe members huddled against the walls, bodies trembling, eyes full of terror.
It was this demon who killed their clan leader and slaughtered countless tribesmen.
"You must really want to kill me, right?"
Suddenly, Luo Hou stopped in his tracks, looked at the Evil Spirit Tribe members around, smiling and asking.
The world fell silent.
No one responded.
"I’m asking you, are you all mute?"
Luo Hou’s expression turned cold, sweeping the God-Slaying Spear in his hand, killing several Evil Spirit Tribe members, blood flowing, bodies bursting.
The remaining Evil Spirit Tribe members were startled, fear in their eyes intensifying.
Just then, an Evil Spirit stood forth, eyes full of hatred, saying: "You killed the clan leader and countless tribesmen, so I want to kill you!"
Luo Hou shook his head: "Then why did I kill them?"
The Evil Spirit couldn’t answer.
Luo Hou continued: "Now, I’ll tell you the reason!"
After saying this, he looked towards the palace, a sea of demonic qi poured into the God-Slaying Spear, then thrust forcefully, terrifying power shattering layers of the void.
Boom!
The world shook.
The palace covering dozens of miles disappeared.
Replaced by a death prison, scarlet demon destruction flames burning fiercely, emitting a terrifying temperature, causing spontaneous combustion outside the prison in space-time.
And within the prison, there stood hundreds of thousands of demon powers, standing amidst the demon destruction flames, welcoming their supreme king.
"Clan members, I arrived late!"
Seeing the remaining clansmen, less than millions, Luo Hou’s heart ached like a knife, he said tremulously.
Reflecting on the past, at the peak of the Demon Tribe, there were trillions of tribesmen, billions of armies, spanning the heavens and worlds, subduing countless tribes.
But now!
Only less than a million clansmen!
"Wrathful Holy Demon, greet the Demon Ancestor!"
"Sorrowful Holy Demon, greet the Demon Ancestor!"
"Ferocious Holy Demon, greet the Demon Ancestor!"
"Sinful Desire Holy Demon, greet the Demon Ancestor!"
Four robust demon Martial Artists walked out from the crowd, kneeling at Luo Hou’s feet, respectfully saluting.
"Have you four survived among the Ten Holy Demons?"
Luo Hou’s heart quivered, asking.
The Ten Holy Demons.
Were the Demon Tribe’s top powers, all cultivation reaching Quasi-Saint.
Notably, in the ’God-Demon Era’, when heavens were just opened, except for some innate creatures, no other tribes possessed cultivation methods.
Therefore, the Quasi-Saint’s worth was exceptionally high.
The Demon Tribe, possessing ten Quasi-Saints, was considered the paramount tribe of the time.
"The other six all died in battle!"
Wrathful Holy Demon replied, a tinge of sadness appeared in his eyes.
"Don’t worry, I will avenge you!"
Luo Hou’s expression also carried sorrow, gripping the God-Slaying Spear tightly, he made a firm promise.
At this time, he turned his gaze towards the surviving Evil Spirit Tribe members, solemnly saying: "Now, you understand why I became an enemy of the Evil Spirit Tribe!"
"Because you suppress my clan’s members!"
"My clan’s members, enduring the demon destruction flames over several eras, live each day worse than death!"
His angry voice echoed in the ninth layer of the Godfall Land.
All the Evil Spirit Tribe members remained silent.
Were they wrong to guard the Godfall Land by command?
No!
Was Luo Hou wrong to save his clan members?
Even less so!
"In the end, it’s because we are too weak!"
The previously speaking Evil Spirit concluded, then looked at Luo Hou saying: "Say it, how do you intend to deal with us?"
He wouldn’t naively believe Luo Hou would spare them.
Even if Luo Hou agreed, the tens of thousands of demons behind him wouldn’t.
"My clan members endured the demon destruction flames, now they are rather weak, needing to devour essence blood to recover strength, you don’t mind, do you?"
Luo Hou said smilingly.
His tone was calm, yet contained endless killing intent, causing countless Evil Spirit Tribe members’ expressions to change drastically, utterly hopeless.
"You... you wicked demon, you won’t meet a good end..."
An Evil Spirit Tribe member loudly rebuked.
But before he finished speaking, he was pounced on by a demon power, opening his mouth, revealing sharp fangs, beginning to devour essence blood.
In an instant, he turned into a dry corpse.
"Kill!"
The other demon powers, seeing this, eyes gleamed, began their hunt.
Just like that.
The Evil Spirit Tribe, once guarding the demons, now became prey, dying at the hands of demons.
Screams, roars, wails...
Echoed in the Godfall Land.
Luo Hou ignored the slaughter, standing atop a tower, gazing at the distant space-time, shining with fierce killing intent.
Former enemies, are you ready?
The Luo Hou you killed has crawled out of the pits of death!
...
Inner world of Chaos.
On the peak of Ninth Heaven, within Purple Mist Palace, an illusion in purple robes opened its eyes, pinching fingers, began deducing.
The river of fate appeared, swirling around him.
A moment later, the purple robed figure’s brow furrowed, muttering: "He actually resurrected? How could this be? Could it be because of that secret..."
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