The demon general, who was being stared at by the Demon Lord, hurriedly and nervously recounted:
"That was my third hunting battalion. They all disappeared while raiding human cities, and were later confirmed dead."
"Judging from the extent of the battlefield destruction, they encountered at least tens of thousands of human cultivators before finally being overwhelmed and killed."
"All the magic crystals of the dead clansmen were taken away. I wonder what the humans will do with them?"
After listening, the Demon Lord remained silent for a long time before finally saying with heartache:
"Our race waited for millions of years before the Gate of the Heavenly River opened again, and finally came here from the Dark Demon Realm."
"Do you still want to go back to that dark and gloomy place?"
"In no mood!"
The crowd shouted themselves hoarse, their eyes bloodshot.
Compared to this beautiful Kunlun Realm, the world they originally lived in was simply hell.
Who wants to go back?
The Demon Lord looked down at everyone with a majestic air and growled:
"If we don't want to go back, then we have to fight for it ourselves and earn this opportunity through our own abilities."
"Otherwise, those high and mighty celestial beings will still send us back to that cage afterward."
"Therefore, please cherish every demon warrior who strives for their ideals!"
He stopped scolding the demon general, suppressed his anger, and sat down, his expression gradually returning to calm.
In any war, people inevitably die.
Fortunately, humans are the best elixir.
As long as we kill more human cultivators and devour their nascent souls, we can create demon generals in an endless stream!
Thinking about this, his mood gradually improved.
"What about the Fourth Army?"
"Reporting to the Demon Lord, the Fourth Legion has destroyed six or seven cities, killing more than 10,000 human cultivators."
"Well, our side lost eleven demon generals, one is missing, and more than five thousand members of our clansmen from all realms were killed in action."
After he finished speaking, the legion's supreme commander was already drenched in sweat, and his burly and terrifying body was trembling.
"What!!!"
"Bang·······"
The Demon Lord slammed his palm down on the table in front of him, instantly shattering the massive metal table into pieces.
Still not satisfied, he stood up again and kicked his most beloved golden throne away.
"Clang..."
"boom·········"
The enormous golden throne first rolled to the wall of the main hall.
Then it smashed a huge hole in the thick, solid wall.
Outside the wall, there was a row of unlucky demon soldiers, more than ten of whom were instantly crushed by the impact.
Even with its terrifying regenerative abilities, it couldn't survive.
The Demon Lord didn't even glance at the deaths of those ordinary clansmen.
Some things are best left unsaid; in the demon realm, only the strong are valued.
At this moment, his eyes, which were practically spitting fire, were fixed on the legion commander, his words icy and chilling.
"You'd better give me a reasonable explanation, or you can go and die with them!"
The commander felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, but he still braced himself and explained nervously:
"The fallen were my Third, Fifth, and Ninth Hunting Battalions. All three battalions were wiped out; not a single soldier escaped!"
"They died in three different cities in the eastern part of the Western Regions. The murderer is unknown, but the method was swift and ruthless."
"After they died, all the magic crystals on their bodies were taken away. I don't know if the enemy did it out of revenge or if they thought the magic crystals were useful to them."
The Demon Lord stared coldly at him and said, word by word, "Who is the enemy?"
"I...I don't know!"
After saying this, the legion commander no longer had the courage to stand. He immediately knelt on the ground, terrified, and began to beg for mercy.
"Your Majesty, the enemy's methods were far too clean; we couldn't find a single clue at the scene."
"There are even two battlefields whose locations are still unknown; he's like a ghost..."
"Enough! Demons never make excuses for their defeats." The Demon Lord stared at him coldly, his voice sinister:
"The entire legion only has twenty demon generals, and now you've lost half of them in just half a month?"
At this point, he gritted his teeth, glared at the others, and roared:
"What did I tell you back then? Never underestimate your enemies, even if they are ants."
"But what about you? How long has it been, and you've already neutralized all of our recently added demon generals?"
At that moment, he was so angry he felt like he was going to vomit blood.
The demon race accumulated their wealth over millions of years, and although it grew rapidly after they emerged.
But there were only sixteen or seventeen people.
Fifteen of them could die immediately upon turning around.
This is more than just being offset; in terms of overall combat strength, it's a serious loss.
The newly added ones were just some first-stage demon generals, while many of those who died were fifth or sixth-stage demon generals, and even some eighth-stage demon generals!
He took a deep breath, stared coldly at the commander, and announced:
"Effective immediately, Mocha is relieved of his post as commander of the Fourth Legion and appointed by Paraja."
"I can only regain my original position after killing twelve human cultivators who have completed their tribulation."
"During this period, all military merits will be reset to zero, and you will no longer be entitled to any distribution of spoils of war!"
"Mocha obeys, and thanks the Demon Lord for sparing my life!"
Mocha, who was kneeling on the ground, hurriedly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and respectfully prostrated himself in a salute.
"The same goes for the commander of the Third Legion; his position will be taken over by the deputy commander. We'll talk about it after we've killed two Tribulation Transcending cultivators."
"Yes, Your Majesty the Demon Lord!"
The Demon Lord snorted coldly and said icily:
"Find out who did this. If you can't find the person, start your investigation with the stolen magic crystals."
"Furthermore, starting today, we will adopt a strategy of one battalion attacking the city while the other battalion lies in ambush until the murderer is found!"
"I want him to pay tenfold for this blood debt!"
"yes!"
The demons roared in agreement, their voices thunderous, each one burning with rage.
Since they arrived in the Kunlun Realm, they have never suffered such a great loss, and they even dared to take away the magic crystal.
This is practically a provocation against the demon race!
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At this moment, Chu Mo was unaware of all this.
He had just brought everyone back to Yunxiu Peak.
Because in the next two days, he is preparing to undergo another tribulation.
The third tribulation!
After absorbing more than two thousand magic crystals, the effect was better than he had imagined.
But before that.
He wanted to check on Nangong Xiu first.
This peerless prodigy is finally about to enter the tribulation stage!
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