Chapter 67 Your memories haven't returned yet?
Her health points returned to Huali, and she wished she could disappear in an instant.
The appearance of the Demon Lord threw all the demon soldiers and guards in the royal city into chaos, and everyone felt in danger.
Ao Bai led the way, and Hua Li quickly bypassed the altar, only to be blocked halfway there.
Chief Steward Tian stood beneath the altar, behind him were slaves with numb, empty eyes. Ragged linen was wrapped around their bony ribs, and the strips of cloth that could barely be called clothing were soaked in blood.
No matter how much rioting occurred on the altar, it wouldn't change anything for them; the iron chains on their feet were shackles they couldn't break free from.
Upon seeing the head steward of Karinada, his expression changed drastically. "Who is it?"
Unwilling to get entangled with him, Huali was about to turn around and leave when she suddenly heard a soft sob in her ear, like a spark falling into an endless deep sea, even her fear was tinged with trepidation.
Steward Tian clearly heard it too, and his eyes turned cold as he quickly turned his head.
The slaves trembled under his sinister gaze and slowly lowered their heads.
The altar array shattered, and Chief Steward Tian assumed that the Blood River had not yet formed, so he kept sending batches of slaves up there in an attempt to increase the number of slaves to make the Blood River bigger.
He turned his head, about to shout a rebuke, but Huali beat him to it and used the Earthly Treasury Binding Technique. The rock dragon burst out of the ground and struck the Grand Steward Tian with overwhelming force.
She'd better fight while her health was at its peak; she'd been wanting to get back at this damned eunuch for a long time!
However, what happened next was completely unexpected for Karin. She thought it would be a fierce battle, but she only used the Jizo Entanglement to send Steward Tian flying into the air like a rocket, his fat body crashing heavily to the ground.
Huali glanced at the large crater in the ground, then at the card in her hand, and muttered to herself, "With just one more star, its strength has increased so much?"
Ao Bai was also surprised, but he felt that something was wrong. What was the relationship between the Earth-type card's moves and the Wood-type card's stars?
Steward Tian looked at the two bewildered people, one human and one cat, with horror.
He could have easily dodged the attack and summoned the Blood Chains, but suddenly his spiritual energy was suppressed by a powerful aura; she clearly had accomplices.
Upon closer inspection, the girl's figure seemed somewhat familiar. In a flash, Steward Tian looked up abruptly, "Cuihua?"
Huali didn't want to pay any attention to him.
News of Solly's death spread like wildfire, reaching this place in just a few minutes.
The demon soldiers looked at each other, unsure of what to do.
In the brief silence, one of the demon soldiers suddenly drew his sword fiercely.
Just when Karin thought he was going to kill someone, the blade struck the chains hard, and the sound of the shackles breaking seemed to be a prayer for the creatures that had been freed from this wretched world.
The demon soldier's crimson eyes gleamed with an insatiable madness. He hadn't uttered a single word, yet it was as if he had said far too much.
He saw his own face in the knife he wielded for the first time, not for killing, eyes that retained the light brown pupils of his human mother, just like these slaves.
No one is born liking killing, but this world is a cannibalistic place.
At the same time, more sounds of chains breaking rang out one after another.
Karin had assumed that once the chains were cut, the slaves would run away like she would, but in reality, everyone remained motionless.
Thinking they hadn't heard her, she immediately shouted, "Soli is dead! Run while there's chaos!"
These slaves were like trained robots; the repetitive, programmed commands they received over the years robbed them of any concept of freedom.
Running represents hope, but the sounds of battle in the Colosseum still echo in our ears; to run is to face annihilation.
Chief Steward Tian crawled out of the pit, his face covered in blood and his eyes as sinister as a demon's. "Don't listen to this woman's nonsense! How could the King be dead? Anyone who dares to run away, catch him and skin him alive..."
Snap—
A hand woven from vines slapped him across the face, and Huali, still not satisfied, slapped him back again.
The initially indifferent crowd slowly turned their heads after being slapped twice.
Huali didn't even think about why Steward Tian never fought back. She quickly hung the person up so that the slaves behind could also see it.
"These people are dead. It was Wen Jin... the Demon Lord who killed Suoli. Now this place is under the Demon Lord's control, and you are free!"
Faint voices drifted from the crowd, and everyone's eyes went from numb to terrified, as if they had received news even more horrifying than the death of Soli.
Huali: "......" How come it's different from what she expected?
Ao Bai squinted his eyes, "Putting ourselves in their shoes, if a demon king can turn this place into a sea of blood and a mountain of corpses, then if it were his big boss, the Demon Lord, these people would probably feel even less likely to survive."
Huali suddenly realized.
Without a second's hesitation, she immediately changed her strategy. After chuckling twice, she lowered her voice and said, "The Demon Lord wants to play a game. Those who disappear within fifteen minutes will be freed, while those who remain within fifteen minutes will be skinned alive..."
The crowd dispersed with a "whoosh".
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Looking at the crowd fleeing in a panic, Huali couldn't help but marvel at how terrifying Wen Jin must be.
Thinking of the sword that pierced through Yang Liu without hesitation just now, Huali shrank her neck. To be honest, it was quite frightening!
We've wasted too much time here, we need to get out of here quickly!
Not far away, Tuowu said angrily, "How could she say that about our lord? Our lord is indeed ruthless and likes to turn people to ashes at the drop of a hat, and he has a sharp tongue, but he only deals with traitors. When has he ever killed a mortal?"
Xi Wu, standing beside him, had a blank expression. "Just now..."
Tuowu choked, "That doesn't count, she brought it on herself." Her amateurish tricks couldn't even fool him, yet she dared to try to deceive the master; she deserved to die.
Wen Jin ignored the two of them, his pale golden eyes quietly gazing down.
Hundreds of slaves dissipated into a black tide, while the girl stood like a reef rising from the water. Her flowing robes slashed sharply against the new moon.
Black is a color that absorbs light, yet when she raised her hand to catch the fallen old man, a halo appeared around her.
A turbulent undercurrent flashed in Wen Jin's pale golden eyes.
Seeing that the girl was about to disappear like a fluttering butterfly, he moved swiftly and was standing behind her in an instant.
The moonlight was like water, and Wen Jin slowly reached out his hand.
Ao Bai, who was perched on Hua Li's shoulder, opened his eyes wide. "Host, don't turn around!!"
A familiar yet strange aura swept over her, and Karin's body suddenly stiffened.
She glanced sideways with a chill, only to see the Demon Lord's jade-like hand slowly reaching out from the side of her neck.
Driven by an overwhelming will to survive, Huali immediately backed down, "Lord Demon Lord, this is all a misunderstanding, please let me explain!"
A hint of displeasure flashed in Wen Jin's eyes. "What did you call me?"
Hua Li seemed to sense something and tentatively asked, "Wen Jin?"
"Hmm." A soft response came from behind, and at the same time, a slender hand reached out from the side of her neck and gently wiped away the bloodstains on her black hair.
Huali paused, something was wrong. Why didn't this big guy kill her and instead helped wipe away her blood?
As if remembering something, she cautiously asked, "Your memory hasn't returned yet?"
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