Rocks collapsed, and withered grass mixed with branches flew up, changing the direction of the surrounding mist and covering the battlefield with dust.
When the dust settled, the hall was completely destroyed, and of the more than five thousand elite demon soldiers present, only a few hundred remained.
The blood almost submerged the withered branches, but where Si Jin stood, the ground rose higher, and the boy, dressed in white, stood with his hands behind his back, yet not a single drop of blood stained him.
A few strands of white hair fell messily across his forehead, and the cold smile on his lips made the other demon soldiers tremble instantly, almost causing them to kneel on the ground.
This was not demonic power; crimson demonic power and dark blue divine power were strangely mixed on him, like a punishing god or a deadly ghost.
What exactly is Si Jin?
Amidst the shock of the demons, Si Jin chuckled softly, raised her eyes, and slowly smoothed her white hair.
Her clothes fluttered in the breeze, the scenery was beautiful, but the voice that came out was terrifying.
"I was originally planning to use your blood as dye to make a red dress, but when the time came, I suddenly felt it was dirty. How could you possibly match my clothes? Right?"
This is the true Demon King!
The remaining demon soldiers dared not act rashly and could only kneel down and beg for forgiveness, but were still forced by Si Jin to absorb the demon power of their leader.
The leader had followed Zhu Yan for hundreds of years, and for the first time he experienced what it meant to be worse than dead, and what it meant to wish for death but be unable to.
How is that possible? Si Jin has no demonic power left, so how could she possibly take on an entire demon army single-handedly, and even kill them instantly?
Ahhh! It's so painful not being able to absorb demonic power. He can do this to Si Jin, but Si Jin can never do this to him.
The leader was in so much pain that he almost lost consciousness, but his mouth was gagged, so he couldn't even utter a curse. He was forced to explode his own corpse, but he was still not spared.
Si Jin could only stand on the high platform not far away, having woven a chair out of vines, watching his suffering as if it were a show.
Then, silently, his soul vanished.
Si Jin propped her head up with one hand, leaning back in her chair, a strand of white hair twirling between her fingers as she played with it seemingly unintentionally.
Seeing that everyone was dead, Lai yawned rather boredly and gave his next order: "I was originally going to kill them all, but today I'm going to see my seven fathers-in-law and I'm in a good mood, so one of you can live. Kill each other."
He lazily lowered his eyelids and casually added, "Whoever survives to the end, I will let him go."
None of these people were innocent when they exploited the original owner's demonic power; now, it's time for them to pay back properly.
The demon soldiers didn't want to kill, and dared not provoke Si Fengzi. In desperation, they exchanged glances and prepared to find a way to escape.
They scattered and fled in all directions, desperately trying to escape to the side furthest from Si Jin.
He can't catch everyone; as long as we run, there's hope of escaping!
However, they had only run a few steps when they were blocked by a barrier. The fastest demons touched the barrier and instantly shattered into a pool of blood.
Those behind hurriedly stopped, not daring to go any further, but some were accidentally pushed onto the barrier and disappeared from the world with screams.
The cries were painful and shrill, and together with the blood all over the ground, they made the entire Wujian Demon Cave even more oppressive.
The demon soldiers turned around tremblingly, not daring to even breathe loudly. Si Jin slightly raised her eyelids, which frightened them so much that they immediately knelt on the ground.
Before he could even utter a word of "Spare me," the man spoke again: "Kill, and the last person may live; don't kill, and everyone dies."
After he finished speaking, there was a deathly silence around him.
The demons dared not utter a word, their foreheads soaked with cold sweat, and then they began a frenzied infighting.
Si Jin was too lazy to look, so he closed his eyes to rest, his slender fingers gently rubbing his temples, looking just like a demon wreaking havoc on the world.
He insisted on wearing a pure white robe, which contrasted sharply with the dark surroundings.
After an unknown amount of time, the killing and shouting finally stopped, and footsteps slowly approached, sounding somewhat limping.
Si Jin slowly raised his eyes and saw the last surviving demon, covered in wounds, stumbling and falling in front of him, repeatedly hitting its head on the ground.
"Fox King, spare me! Fox King, spare me!"
"Hmm, you look familiar." Si Jin smiled and slowly looked at the kneeling little demon, who was immediately so frightened that he didn't dare to raise his head and kowtowed even more vigorously.
He seemed to feel guilty and dared not face Si Jin, let alone let Si Jin see his face clearly.
"Oh, I remember now." Si Jin said with utmost ease, "Back then, the one who squeezed my demonic power and stood next to the leader, that was you, wasn't it?"
"You've made me suffer so much~"
The clear and pleasant voice sounded like the call of death to the little demon, scaring him so much that he almost lost control of his bladder and bowels.
With his body covered in wounds, he could only continue to kowtow desperately: "I was blind and did not recognize your greatness. Please, Fox King, spare my life! Please, Fox King, spare my life!"
"Yes, it's a good thing to admit your mistakes and correct them." Si Jin enjoyed the thrill of the war ending and the satisfaction of tormenting the enemy.
The more fearful the enemy is, the more he wants to frighten them; the more anxious the enemy is, the more he wants to stall for time. That's how he finds enjoyment.
He sat up slightly and continued, "Kneel down for me. Kneel down five hundred times, and I'll let you go."
The little demon immediately kowtowed through tears and gritted her teeth, each kowtow louder than the last, until her forehead was worn down to the bone, almost killing herself.
“Four hundred and ninety-nine, five hundred, Fox King, I…” The voice stopped abruptly at this point.
The little demon instantly forgot to breathe, his pupils dilated, his lips turned deathly pale, and fear spread rapidly from the bottom of his heart to every part of his body, leaving him stunned and frozen on the spot.
When he looked up just now, he accidentally splattered a drop of blood onto Si Jin's snow-white clothes, which was particularly glaring.
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