Finally, everyone in the melee gathered on the Zhulu Plain and launched an even more intense battle. Various colored lights filled the entire Zhulu Plain and pointed straight to the sky, reflecting the bright red blood and the cold, bloodthirsty faces, devoid of any warmth.
How long did this great battle last? Li Molin didn't know. He just watched the sun rise and set again and again, sometimes in a star-filled night, and sometimes in a dark night without stars or moon.
How many people died? Li Molin didn't know either. He only saw that Zhulu Plain was stained red with blood, forming river after river of blood. The corpses piled up on the ground, forming mountain after mountain of corpses.
Until a tall, righteous man wielding a massive, golden, ancient sword brought it down with a single stroke, shattering the tragic scene.
Then a frantic voice rang in Li Molin's ears, shouting:
"Heaven and earth are unjust! The gods are unjust!!"
"I, Chi You, have not been defeated! My demon race has not been defeated! Why must you drive my demon race out of the Central Plains?! On what grounds?!"
"..."
"A ten-thousand-year pact... Ten thousand years from now, I swear to slaughter all the righteous dogs and exterminate all the people of the Central Plains! The Central Plains will ultimately belong to my demon race!!"
"..."
The frantic sound nearly shattered Li Molin's eardrums. His curled-up body trembled slightly. Even in his unconscious state, he still felt a sharp pain in his head, and his brows furrowed tightly, his face contorted in agony.
Immediately afterward, Li Molin's eyes suddenly lit up. He turned around in confusion and saw a desolate and barren land. The sounds of fighting and killing echoed throughout the world, sounding very chaotic.
He soon found himself suspended in mid-air. Looking down, he saw many people fighting each other on the ground, while the rest of the people stood around shouting and jeering, as if they wanted to stir up trouble.
They were all burly men with different faces, but their arrogant expressions were exactly the same, making them look incredibly conceited.
Li Molin looked at the more than 300 people one by one and found that he recognized some of them. They were the eighty-one demon spirits that Li Gan had summoned during the Thunder and Fire Calamity.
As Li Molin was looking around at this world and the three hundred-odd people on the ground with confusion, someone who was watching the battle suddenly looked up and noticed him. The person immediately knelt down and said in an extremely respectful voice, "Your Excellency!"
Upon hearing this voice, everyone else looked up at the sky, and the fighters stopped. They quickly knelt down, their voices, though not entirely unified, were extremely respectful, and they called out in a jumbled chorus, "Your Excellency!"
Li Molin was stunned. Who were they? Was he the one they were calling out to?
Before he could react, his body moved beyond his control, waving his hand at the ground. Then he felt himself utter a wicked voice, saying, "No need for formalities, get up! I have good news for you: I will be able to take you out of here soon!"
The more than three hundred people on the ground were overjoyed. They cheered loudly, bowed to the sky again, and said in unison, "Thank you, Your Majesty!"
At this moment, Li Molin was still in a daze.
What's going on? This isn't his voice, and the hand movements aren't under his control...
It's as if he has lost control of his body.
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