Unsurprisingly, the second demon god is gone.
He finally achieved the ascension he had always dreamed of.
Accompanying Him was the Great Demon God, the Eighth Demon God, the Desolate Prince.
With three demon gods as experience points, we can easily grind them down for a while without leaving a trace.
According to Xiaoyao's prediction, Wuhen should have a chance to return before the cataclysmic event.
However, those things had nothing to do with Xiaoyao.
He only does his own thing.
For humanity, this is a stroke of good fortune.
The three demon gods ascended to heaven in broad daylight. For the Abyss, this was the most extravagant event in a hundred years!
In the Ninth Abyss,
The Ninth Demon God followed cautiously behind a man dressed in a dragon robe.
"Fifth Brother, they've gone there..."
The Fifth Demon God sneered.
"Life is worse than death."
As he spoke, the Fifth Demon God casually tossed a piece of cream cake into his mouth, swallowed it without even chewing it.
"A bunch of idiots. Don't they think that if the Upper Realm is really a good place, why wouldn't I go?"
I desperately wanted to die. Going to the upper realm would have truly risked my life, which is why the human race wouldn't let me go. You can't even understand such a simple logic? You idiot, you deserve to die!
The Fifth Demon God, to some extent, is also a key indicator.
If you follow Him, you will most likely not die.
The Ninth Demon God was still immersed in lingering fear.
He did not go to the upper realm entirely because Asura interfered.
What frightens the Ninth Demon God even more is whether the balance of power between the two races will be completely altered as a result.
The Ninth Demon God mustered his courage and asked,
"Fifth Brother, isn't it true that death doesn't exist in the Upper Realm?"
If that's the case, even if Wuhen is in the Upper Realm, the demon gods won't suffer too much.
"Won't die?"
The Fifth Demon God laughed.
"Even the source of the world in the upper realm has run away. The upper realm... is no longer what you imagine. Otherwise, why didn't that fool go to the upper realm and instead insisted on staying in this realm?"
The Ninth Demon God chuckled.
"Fifth Brother knows so much..."
The Fifth Demon God's expression changed, and he covered his head with both hands.
"How could I know these things... pain... nightmare... kill! kill! kill!..."
The fifth demon god's eyes turned bloodshot, and it began to attack everything around it in a frenzy.
Ninth Demon God: ......
Ninth Master, please come back soon!
This is unbearable!
...
In the void,
Xue Meng was stunned, his mind filled with questions.
Where is Shura? Where is Shura? Where is Shura?
"You brat, aren't you going to save him? Are you waiting for me to die so you can have your feast?"
Although there shouldn't be any sound in the void.
but,
There are plenty of unreasonable things out there, what's a little detail like this?
You don't even need to listen to the tone; you can tell from the content that it's Madman Huo sending a telegram.
Covered in blood, Huo Fengzi grinned as he looked at the utterly shattered Lan Zhexian.
"I could take on ten of you."
They fought their whole lives, and in the end, they were both useless.
Even if he's a cripple, Huo Fengzi is still a crippled cripple.
As is well known, when skill levels are equal, mentally ill people and lunatics have a buff to their combat power.
Lan Zhexian, lying on the stretcher, suddenly spoke.
"Gag him."
Huo Da is still stubborn, except for his mouth.
If you gag him, he really has no way to deal with it.
Xue Meng wanted to cry but had no tears.
"Uncle Lan, this is already a mess, please calm down for a while."
Lan Zhexian sneered.
"I comprehended a few sword techniques in my early years, but no one in the world knows about them."
Xue Meng: ? ? ?
Is this how you test Xue Meng?
Can Xue Meng withstand this test?!
Xue Meng was in a dilemma for a moment.
These wounded soldiers were all his adoptive fathers' generation.
They were injured so badly, all for the sake of their godfather, Wuhen.
Although the outcome was good, Wuhen was indeed saved.
But this mess... is indeed a mess.
Humanity's century-long accumulation has been poured into this war.
However, humanity has no regrets.
That's enough.
How could Xue Meng possibly harm his esteemed prospective godfather, Huo Da, for his own personal gain?!
Xue Meng would never do something like that!
Xue Meng took out a roll of gauze and said seriously,
“Uncle Huo, there is a risk of convulsions and biting the tongue due to serious injury. There are no personal grudges or transfer of benefits involved. It is entirely for the best treatment plan.”
As he spoke, he stuffed the gauze inside.
Huo Da: ......
"******"
Huo Da's mouth was gagged, and he glared at Lan Zhexian with murderous intent, his meaning clear.
If Lan Zhexian might die from biting his tongue due to convulsions, what about him?
"fine."
Lan Zhexian said frankly,
"My jaw is broken, I can't exert any force, I can't bite."
Huo Da: ......
Bang--
With a crisp sound, Huo Fengzi spat out the rag from his mouth.
His jaw was also broken.
Xue Meng: ......
What the hell is going on?!
You guys are still causing trouble here!
While taking care of the wounded, Xue Meng also had to worry about something else.
"Where is Shura?!"
Xue Meng shook the white dog frantically, asking questions incessantly.
"Where is Shura?"
White dog: Ugh—
After vomiting, the white dog was also helpless.
"I don't know—"
Xue Meng was even more confused. "Aren't you supposed to have the SSS-level talent of Shura?"
Isn't it supposed to be the all-knowing and all-powerful Eye of Insight?
The white dog retorted, "Isn't Shura with you?"
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