"Alliance Leader, I haven't quite adjusted yet," Gongliang Yanzheng said, racking his brains to make excuses. "I've always been the one interrogating others, no one has interrogated me yet. Please give me a break."
"No way!" Jiu Wu said coldly, slamming his hand on the table with a loud bang.
"Please ask, and I will answer to the best of my knowledge," Gongliang Yanzheng said inwardly with a sigh.
"Who did this memory erasure?" Jiu Wu asked.
“She did it,” Gongliang Yanzheng said. “She was facing a very strong enemy, and she did these things to protect you.”
Another reason is that she might die, so she doesn't want them to remember her or be sad.
Before Jiu Wu could finish asking his question, an urgent report came from the front lines: the demon soldiers had rioted.
The demon soldiers who rushed up were like they were on drugs, each of them increasing their magic power by more than three times. Those with high-level superpowers could handle it, but others might have a hard time.
Only three of the Four Demon Lords remain, fighting against Xia Tian, Lanling Wang, and Gui Feng respectively. Other highly skilled individuals are organizing the superpowered warriors to counterattack, and the battle is intense and fierce.
Fortunately, the deployment had already been completed, and most of the medicines for treating miasma had been put into use.
With Jiu Wu in command of the army, the situation between the two sides has once again reached a stalemate.
He desperately wanted to get involved himself, but Diablo, the Demon Lord, hadn't appeared yet. If he left, what would happen if that scoundrel came out?
Xia Xiang followed her energy to the camp, where a fierce battle had already broken out.
The figure, half charred and half pale, went unnoticed. It hovered several feet high with its arms outstretched. When it saw Xia Xiang arrive, it turned and glanced at her.
A dark green light emanated from his palms—
Xia Xiang had no idea what kind of trouble he was causing; she just wanted to lock him up as soon as possible, provided that his current body was destroyed first.
However, this place is too close to the battlefield, and it might affect the people below.
While Xia Xiang was still pondering a solution, Diablo began absorbing energy from the battlefield below in that brief moment of hesitation.
Whether it was a demon, a superhuman, or any other monster, black and white intertwined energy continuously surged into his body.
Below, cries of pain and agony filled the air, quickly spreading in all directions—
Xia Xiang took out the red jade flute, and the sound of the flute was unstoppable, spreading to every corner of the battlefield. Many people who were not affected also noticed this.
Jiuwu headed straight this way—
“This tune sounds so familiar.” Ding Xiaoyu, wearing the Hand of Ares, punched the Demon Lord of Purgatory hard, sending him flying several feet away.
It sounded like his music, but he didn't know the person at all.
As the flute began to play, the previously frenzied monsters below slowed down, easing the pressure on everyone, who seized the opportunity to launch another counterattack.
Dong Cheng Wei and other instrumentalists also began to use music to enhance their performances.
The situation is gradually becoming clearer.
In this situation, if nothing unexpected happens, then something unexpected is about to happen.
The demonic soldiers and monsters below were suicidal, supplying their own energy to Diablo.
"Please, does it have to be this disgusting?" Xia Xiang put down her flute, intending to attack directly, but was grabbed by the wrist by a strong hand.
"Huaiying! You can't do this," Yu Heng said sternly.
"Why aren't you down there with the people from the Gold Dimension? What are you doing here?" Xia Xiang asked, pulling his hand away.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
