The little black dog walked with steady and powerful steps, and every step seemed to step on the hearts of the tribe members. It slowly walked to the center of the altar.
When it stood still, its eyes were as sharp as torches, and those eyes seemed to have the power to penetrate the darkness as it looked down at the densely packed tribesmen below the stage with various expressions.
The tribesmen still looked terrified, obviously still trapped in the aftermath of the previous disaster.
The little black dog took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling violently, as if gathering all his courage and strength. He then said loudly, "My fellow tribesmen, the demon ancestor we have always trusted with all our hearts is supposed to be the guardian deity protecting our tribe!"
In the past, whenever an epidemic raged, we prayed for his mercy, hoping that the disease would be driven away.
Whenever foreign enemies invade, we rely on him to display his divine power to protect our homeland.
From generation to generation, we have firmly believed that he will protect us and keep us safe.
Let our people thrive and multiply in this land, just like the never-extinguished fire, continuing our hope.
The little black dog's voice became more and more excited, with a hint of sob in his voice as his emotions surged.
His words were tinged with sadness. "But who could have imagined that the Demon Ancestor, out of his own selfish desires, in order to cultivate that supreme and extremely evil technique, would completely disregard our years of friendship and ruthlessly want to exterminate us all!"
The little black dog paused, as if calming the turbulent waves in his heart, then he raised his head and raised his voice again, the passionate voice seemed to break through the sky: "Fortunately, when I was seriously injured and dying, and fell into despair, I met a few close friends.
They come from different places and have different appearances, but they all have sincere hearts.
At this critical moment of life and death, they fought side by side with me. Even though the Demon Ancestor's power was as strong as a mountain and could collapse the sky, they never retreated and fought to the death.
Finally, just now, we captured the Demon Ancestor in one fell swoop!"
A trace of determination flashed in the little black dog's eyes. He glanced at everyone and continued shouting, "At this moment, we must not allow him to have another chance to harm our tribe. We must make him disappear from the world of immortal cultivation and restore peace to our demon race!"
[At this moment, the demon guards' faces were tense as they gently and cautiously supported the dog queen.]
The dog queen was wearing a torn and tattered dress, and her hair, which was usually tied up high, was loose and messy, with a few strands of hair stuck to her bloodstained and paper-pale cheeks.
Her steps were unsteady, and she allowed the demon guards to support her as she slowly sat down beside the altar. Every movement revealed deep fatigue and sadness.
The little black dog had a nimble figure but also revealed a murderous aura. It stood still, its deep eyes fixed on the demon ancestor who was trapped by the golden bracelet.
The golden bracelet shone dimly, but it still restrained the Demon Ancestor's huge and restless body.
In the palm of the little black dog, the black demonic power quickly gathered like a vortex, carrying the momentum of destroying the world, and the surrounding air was distorted by this powerful force.
It exerted force suddenly, and the invisible demonic power turned into substance, grabbing the demon ancestor into the air.
The demon ancestor struggled hard and let out a deafening roar, but he could not break free from the control of the golden bracelet.
Then, the little black dog looked at me with a cold look in his eyes. With a wave of his arm, the Demon Ancestor was like a kite with a broken string, and was firmly fixed on the stone pillar where the Demon Queen was tied.
The stone pillar was already ancient and weathered. Under this impact, it suddenly trembled violently. Shocking cracks spread rapidly around it with the demon ancestor as the center, and stone chips fell down.
The stone pillar seemed to be unable to bear the weight and was groaning in pain, but it also seemed to be excited and throbbing for the just trial that was about to begin.
Below the stage, the demons of various races could no longer suppress their inner rage. They were of different shapes and sizes, some were tall and mighty, some were small and agile.
But at this moment, they were all baring their teeth and claws, with their eyes red as if they were about to bleed.
They shouted, "Kill this demon ancestor who is endangering our people!" The shouts gathered together, one wave higher than the other, rolling up to the sky, shaking the heaven and earth and making them echo.
Among the crowd, there were some young and energetic monsters. They were full of passion and were waving their claws as sharp as blades, quickly sweeping through the air. The hissing sound was terrifying.
The older demons stood there quietly with sad looks on their faces. They knew very well that the demon ancestor had done evil things and that if this disaster was not eliminated, the entire demon race would be dragged into an abyss of no return.
At this time, there was a chill in the little black dog's eyes as he glared coldly at the trapped demon ancestor.
Suddenly, his hands danced, and demonic power moved in his palms like a spirit snake, swinging up and down quickly, slowly gathering into a transparent circle emitting a faint light.
The little black dog opened its lips slightly, and an ancient and obscure demonic spell, as if from the abyss, was squeezed out word by word from between its teeth.
The voice was low and hoarse, as if awakening a demon that had been sleeping for thousands of years.
As the spell was chanted, the sphere vibrated with a slight "hum" sound, and instantly decomposed into countless ropes that shimmered with light.
It pounced towards the Demon Ancestor swiftly, tightly wrapping around every inch of his soul, completely cutting off any possibility of his escape.
The Demon Ancestor's eyes were filled with fear upon seeing this, and he shouted at the top of his voice: "Dog Emperor, you can't do this to me! I am the Demon Ancestor, and I have made great contributions to the demon race. You have no right to treat me like this!"
The voice, sharp and piercing with fear, echoed in the altar.
The little black dog said coldly, "You are doing evil and endangering our people. As the leader of our tribe, I have the responsibility to protect them. How can I not punish you?"
After saying that, the little black dog cut his palm without hesitation, and bright red blood gushed out. Using the blood as a guide, he activated the mysterious power dormant on the altar.
[This altar is a sacred place for worship passed down by the demon race for thousands of years. Over the years, it has accumulated the power of the remaining souls of the fallen demon race masters of all generations, and it is majestic and vicissitudes of life.]
At this moment, under the call of blood, the rope tightly wrapped around the Demon Ancestor shone brightly, and instantly burst out with earth-shattering energy, impacting the Demon Ancestor's soul like a raging wave.
All that was heard was the Demon Ancestor's desperate roar: "No——", but the sound was immediately drowned out by the dazzling light and deafening roar.
Immediately afterwards, the demon ancestor's soul was completely torn and shattered by the violent energy, turning into tiny specks of light and dissipating into ashes, with no possibility of rebirth.
After the demon ancestor disappeared, a sudden "clang" sound was heard from the altar.
The golden bracelet that imprisoned the Demon Ancestor lost its purpose and fell to the ground as if it had lost its strength, making a crisp and slightly abrupt sound in the silent atmosphere.
The little black dog stared for a long time at the direction where the demon ancestor's soul was scattered, with coldness and determination remaining in his eyes, as if he wanted to carve that trace of disappearance into the depths of his soul.
Then, it bent down and picked up its owner's gold bracelet on the ground. When it stood up, its eyes slowly turned to me in Su Qiyuan's arms.
At this moment, my eyes are closed and my breath is weak.
The little black dog walked over with steady steps and raised his hand to put the bracelet on my hand.
However, Su Qiyuan reacted very quickly. He stretched out his arm and directly took the gold bracelet, then put it on my hand gently and unquestionably.
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