"You... be careful, don't get close to the Demon City!" Upon hearing that Wang Yao had arrived outside his tent, the Sea-Filling God was extremely surprised. Immediately afterwards, two figures flew out of a tent on the right side of the road. They were the Sea-Filling God and the Gale Ghost King.
Seeing that Wang Yao was safe and sound, the Sea-Filling Goddess breathed a long sigh of relief. She and the Gale Ghost King came to Wang Yao's side and gestured for him to retreat a few meters.
"I was discussing something with the Ghost King when I lost contact for a moment and almost caused a major disaster. Luckily, you didn't get too far ahead. The protective barrier of this Decapitation Demon City is too strange; we've already suffered quite a few losses," the Sea-Reclamation God said with a sigh.
"What's wrong?" Wang Yao frowned. For someone as advanced as the Sea-Filling Goddess, sensing the surrounding environment was almost instinctive. How could she have neglected her senses because of talking about something? Wang Yao couldn't help but wonder what could have distracted the Sea-Filling Goddess like this.
"Since you already know that the Decapitation Demon City has a protective shield, you must have observed some special features, right?" The Lord of Reclamation of the Sea asked, pointing to the jungles on both sides ahead.
“Yes, the surface of the jungle always seems to have tiny ripples rolling across it, like fabric being blown by the wind, giving it an unreal feeling.” Wang Yao nodded.
"Father, be careful! Those demon cubs are too treacherous, you must be careful! Don't go any further!"
Just then, Lu Bu's heart-wrenching howl suddenly came from behind. Wang Yao frowned and looked in the direction of the sound. He saw Lu Bu rushing towards him from the Netherworld Ghost Camp along the main road, with his fierce follower following closely behind.
"What are you wailing about? I'm not stupid, why would I recklessly rush forward without a care in the world?" Wang Yao retorted angrily.
"Father, I reckon this is the Eight Gates Killing Formation. This is definitely a death gate. Several members of the Divine Race and the Netherworld Ghosts who went in to scout have already perished without even seeing how they died. Breaking this formation is impossible without a Mahayana cultivator. Let's hurry..." Lu Bu said urgently to Wang Yao.
"What are you yelling about? Aren't your Aunt Jingwei and Uncle Luban both Mahayana practitioners? When soldiers come, we'll block them; when water comes, we'll dam it. Let's see how panicked you are!" Wang Yao interrupted Lü Bu sharply.
"What did you call me?" Jingwei's almond-shaped eyes suddenly widened.
"Nothing? Aren't you qualified to be his elder?" Wang Yao said vaguely.
“Um…” Jingwei frowned, feeling that what Wang Yao said made sense, but calling her aunt still felt awkward no matter how she thought about it.
Wang Yao turned his head to look at the wide road that stretched from his feet all the way to the city walls of the Executioner Demon City. At the end of the road was a magnificent city gate, which was pitch black and seemed to be carved with some kind of intricate pattern. It was tightly closed at the moment.
The mangled hair of the gods on the stakes on both sides of the road swayed in the wind, their appearance ferocious and terrifying. The view was crystal clear, with not a single ripple on the entire road, and no corpses of ghosts or gods were visible on the ground.
I really can't understand how someone could be killed on this road without even seeing it.
"General, this formation does indeed resemble the legendary Eight Gates Killing Formation. I don't know much about formations, but I do know that the Eight Gates Killing Formation is an extremely fierce formation. The jungles on both sides are not to be entered at all. Once you get close, they will ignite demonic flames and burn you..." said the Gale Ghost King from the side.
"If we rely on our own power to force our way in, the demonic plants inside will attack us en masse. Even someone like me, the God Lord, won't be able to get very far," the Sea-Reclamation God Lord said sullenly.
Hearing something amiss in her voice, Wang Yao noticed that the battle robe of the Sea-Reclaiming God had many burn marks and several tears, with bloodstains faintly visible in some places.
"You've already made it through?" Wang Yao asked in astonishment.
Jingwei bit her lower lip and nodded emphatically.
"Fortunately, the Divine Lord is a senior Mahayana cultivator, otherwise he would probably have perished inside. Moreover, those demonic flames would spew out at irregular intervals. It's not obvious now, but once you get close, they could ignite at any time. Our Netherworld Clan is most afraid of all kinds of flames. Fortunately, the Divine Lord reminded us."
"The Gale Demon King sighed."
"They were all filled with their lives. This tiny area has already cost me over a thousand men." The Lord of Reclamation looked at the wooden stakes on the main road and the cleared area at the edge of the curtain, his face full of resentment and unwillingness.
It seems that the gods suffered a great loss after arriving, and the Lord of Reclaiming the Sea had no choice but to give up the idea of attacking the city. Only then did Wang Yao understand why the gods' camp was set up hundreds of meters behind the logging area. This distance must be the range of the demonic flame eruption.
The black marks left on the ground were not from the cleansing of inferior demons, but rather from the incineration of the divine soldiers by demonic fire.
“Let’s go back to the camp and talk. Being so close to the great formation makes me a little nervous,” suggested the Sea-Reclaiming God, glancing at the Decapitated Demon City.
“Yes, yes, let’s go back to the camp and discuss it further. My subordinate and the Divine Lord have just come up with some ideas, so let’s take a look at them, Commander.” The Gale Ghost King added from the side.
Upon hearing this, Wang Yao saw that Lü Bu was also nodding at him repeatedly. He immediately turned around and prepared to return to the camp with the Lord of Filling the Sea and the others. He thought to himself that he might have to call Lu Ban and Zhang Liang together for a meeting. There was really no good way to think of anything if he continued to stand here and get some wind.
"Wang Xian, please wait a moment while I test this formation." A voice called out from afar. Wang Yao had excellent hearing and knew that it was Lu Ban, who had just arrived with the rear army of the demon race.
Lu Ban was a master of puppetry, and he always brought several carts of all kinds of puppets with him when he accompanied the army. After arriving at the camp, he had to keep an eye on the demon soldiers and help them settle in properly, so he arrived a little late.
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