"What's going on?" The demon generals all changed color. Could it be a backup plan arranged by the Lord of Slaughter?
But all the commanders and formations he just arranged have already been broken by us!
Just as they were wondering, a blue light began to flash on Zaun, as well as the Lord of Slaughter, Salami, and Morgad.
"Oh no, this is a teleportation array!" The Demon Lord immediately recognized it and hurriedly slammed his palm into the ground.
A destructive force spread out, and the blue arrays began to flicker.
Seeing this, Morgad hurriedly pushed Salame towards the Lord of Slaughter: "My lord, you go, I'll cover your retreat!"
"Brother Mo!"
"Uncle Mo!"
The Lord of Slaughter and Salami were both greatly alarmed.
Mogard turned around with a carefree smile on his face: "Otherwise, no one would be able to leave. I have no regrets in this life for being able to help the master and the young lady in the end."
After saying that, he pounced on the Demon Lord and hugged him. No one knew what secret technique he used, but his aura increased several times over. Even with the Demon Lord's power, he couldn't shake him off for a while.
"Let go!" The Demon Lord was both shocked and furious. One of his hands turned completely blue, while the other turned black, and he kept bombarding Morgard.
The area struck by the cyan energy was instantly reduced to bloody white bone, as if the flesh on it had been devoured clean by something.
The parts struck by the black energy turned into pools of pus and blood.
If it were an ordinary enemy, he would probably have been blasted to dust long ago. But Morgard was once on par with the Lord of Demons. Although he is now seriously injured, he is determined to die and the potential of his life-saving secret technique should not be underestimated.
A beam of light emanated from his body, and he quickly repaired the damaged parts.
Unfortunately, the Demon Lord attacked too quickly, and the light gradually dimmed. Clearly, the repair speed could not keep up with the consumption speed. In just a few rounds, he would completely turn into a cloud of blood mist.
Seeing this scene, Salami was already in tears, and the Lord of Slaughter also had red eyes. At this moment, he was filled with regret. If he had listened to him in the past, he would not have ended up in such a state.
Even Zuan was somewhat impressed. Mogad was loyal to the father and daughter, but he didn't know how much of that twisted relationship played a role.
In the blink of an eye, they had disappeared from their original spot, and then the next second they appeared beside the deep pool deep within the imperial mausoleum.
"Are you alright?" The Holy Maiden was waiting anxiously over there, and only breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that Zu'an was safe and sound.
"I'm fine. Did you teleport us here?" Zuan looked around and saw that there were no other pursuers for the time being.
"Yes, I noticed that the Demon Lord brought so many subordinates, and he knew that even if I went out, it wouldn't help the overall situation, so he's been quietly setting up formations here." The Holy Maiden patted her chest. "Fortunately, you've held on during this time."
"You are the Holy Maiden of the Demon Clan?" The Lord of Slaughter was equally surprised after recognizing Xie Daoyun.
Having been enemies for so many years, he had certainly seen what this legendary saintess looked like, but he never expected that he would be saved by her in the end.
Seeing the other party nod, he hurriedly said, "I will remember the Holy Maiden's help. If I can quell the rebellion, I will definitely make peace with the nobles."
Neither Zuan nor the Holy Maiden took it seriously; this old guy was just making empty promises.
Moreover, his words seemed to imply that the two should help him, and that those promises would only be fulfilled if he won.
At this moment, the Holy Maiden spoke up: "It is too early to say that we are out of danger. We are still inside the imperial mausoleum. Before long, the enemy will catch up with us, and then we will still be doomed."
The Lord of Slaughter knew she was telling the truth. He had been ambushed twice in a row and was seriously injured. He had been fighting the Lord of Demons with his last breath, and now his injuries had worsened.
While the mysterious man on the other side was very strong, he was only slightly stronger than those demon generals. He had only gained the upper hand by using some special methods and magic weapons, and those demon generals were all afraid of being dragged down with them.
In a real life-or-death struggle, two or three demon generals working together would most likely be able to kill him.
Just then, a loud bang came from afar, and the entire imperial mausoleum shook violently.
Salami's tears fell instantly: "It's Uncle Mo, he most likely self-destructed."
The Lord of Slaughter's expression was also somewhat grim. He was comforting her when suddenly a thought struck him. A white light flashed from the pouch at her waist, and a bead flew out. Then, Morgard's figure fell to the ground, his face deathly pale.
"Flesh and blood puppets?" The Lord of Slaughter was taken aback, but immediately realized what he meant.
Mogad smiled wryly and said, "My lord is indeed very knowledgeable. This is my trump card for survival."
Then he bowed apologetically to Salami: "I hope you will not take offense at placing the natal bead on the young lady."
Salami was both surprised and delighted, and helped him up: "I'm so happy you're alive, how could I blame you?"
They had been through thick and thin together for so many years. Even after she became alone, he remained by her side through thick and thin. She wasn't made of stone, so how could she not have feelings?
She was well aware of Morgad's feelings for her, but she pretended not to know and used this to control and manipulate him.
But when she saw the other party desperately covering their retreat to buy time for her and her father to escape, the softest part of her heart was touched.
She discovered that she wasn't as heartless as she had imagined.
"You call her Miss?" The Lord of Slaughter looked surprised.
“She is Miss Salame, of course, in her adult form. We are actually from the future.” Knowing the situation was critical, Mogard did not hide anything and quickly explained everything.
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