Fate had no intention of failing his courses, but he didn't want the soldiers he trained to leave summer camp.
Feng Dong had clearly come up with a solution.
"The training plan must be adjusted. After training, you will stay and I will take you to a good place."
Zhao Lin and Ye Bai nodded simultaneously, indicating that they understood, and then returned to their training.
The birth of the new demon god has added even more pressure to Ye Bai's shoulders.
Humanity has produced a supreme seed, and the Abyss, not to be outdone, has given birth to a new demon god.
It's likely that the frequency of demon gods being born will only increase in the future!
The already tense situation on the front lines for the human race is now under increasing pressure!
Ye Bai sighed inwardly.
"If Second Brother were more capable, he could just kill every single one that was born, saving us so much trouble."
Unfortunately, such a good thing can only be dreamed of.
...
The Abyss Plane.
A gentle breeze swept by, a figure appeared, and the sword was sheathed.
Wuhen emerged from the wind, holding a wine cup in his left hand and a sword in his right, with a sword servant following closely behind him.
"remember."
After Wuhen spoke, the sword slave took out a short sword and a bamboo tube. Holding the sword steadily, he aimed the tip of the sword at the bamboo tube, ready to record.
"Today, the Asura creates the laws, establishing a legacy for humanity that will last for eternity..."
For every word Wuhen uttered, the sword slave would carve a word into the bamboo tube.
Every stroke of the sword was imbued with sword energy, and even the slightest wisp of sword energy was enough to kill a War King!
Wuhen downed the remaining wine in his glass in one gulp, tossed it aside, and his sword robe billowed in the wind, exuding a carefree and elegant air.
A sound, without a trace, drifted on the wind.
"I am a heavy drinker, and I am slightly tipsy. I have heard that demons are causing trouble, so I take up my cup, draw my sword, ride the wind, and slay the demons to celebrate the Asura."
When Wuhen finished speaking the last word, Jiannu also finished carving the entire passage.
At the same instant, an enormous head also crashed to the ground, creating a storm of gashes. The cut was incredibly smooth, clearly indicating that it had been slain by a divine weapon.
His head stared wide-eyed in disbelief, unable to comprehend why he had perished.
Clearly... he had just ascended this highest throne... and then everything... ended...
If I had known that becoming a demon god would mean death, I wouldn't have wanted to be one!
...
In 2146, in the Abyss Plane, the fourteenth Demon God, [Feng Qi], was born.
On the same day,
The strongest leave no trace, drinking fine wine, treading on the gentle breeze, slaying demon gods and gods, Feng Qi celebrates the Asura.
The fourteenth demon god of the abyss, died at the age of 32 minutes and 13 seconds.
In his extremely short life, he left behind many world records, such as: [the fastest demon to be killed], [the demon with the shortest lifespan], [the demon with the most pathetic death], and [the record for the strongest person to solo a demon race].
To this day, no demon god has broken it.
It is also a legend.
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