With the Demonic God's command, the old man seemed to have the help of God. His fighting spirit was overflowing. He stretched out his long hand, and his bones and tendons sounded together. Like a withered tree in spring, his thin body swelled up in an instant. Even the wrinkles on his face were reduced by a lot. His body became taller in an instant, and his eyes were overflowing with cold light.
Wu took a deep breath and took the initiative to strike first. The Roaring Flame Saber slashed forward.
"Whiz!"
An invisible gust of wind tore through the air and struck towards the old man. The old man did not dodge. He drew a circle in front of him with one hand and a black Qi surged out, blocking the gust of wind.
At this moment, Martial had already arrived in front of the old man. The Roaring Flame Saber slashed towards his neck. The old man snorted and the black gas quickly condensed into a shield.
Clang!
The Roaring Flame Saber struck the shield and did not move at all. However, Martial was forced back a step. Without a doubt, the difference in strength between the two of them was obvious. The old man's cultivation was clearly higher than hers.
However, Martial did not give up. She was not someone who would give up. Three consecutive slashes, but they were all blocked by the black shield.
A cold light flashed in the old man's eyes as he said, "Lord Demon God wants you to be a sacrifice. That is your honor, you reckless thing."
Suddenly, the shield turned into a wisp of black smoke and then turned into a rope. Like a poisonous snake, it quickly swam towards Wu.
Martial kept waving the Roaring Flame Saber, but the rope was extremely tricky, not allowing the Roaring Flame Saber to touch it. The moment it touched Martial's body, it quickly spiraled upwards, wanting to bind her.
In the blink of an eye, the outcome was decided. It was obvious that the old man did not use his full strength earlier because he had been waiting for the Demon God to descend. He was afraid that if he used his full strength, he would lose too much energy.
Now that the Demon God had descended, he no longer had any worries. Moreover, this was the first time he had performed in front of the Demon God, so he naturally had to do his best and take down the other party as quickly as possible.
Martial looked at the rope and was shocked. He quickly asked, "What magic treasure is this?"
"Dragon-trapped rope." The old man said proudly, "I'm using the Dragon-trapping Lasso to deal with you. It's your honor."
The Dragon-trapping Rope was made of special materials. It was an Earth-level magic treasure, and it was an offensive magic treasure. From its name, one could imagine one or two things. It could even trap a dragon, so how easy would it be to deal with a human?
"Shameless boasting." Martial was not frightened. With a flip of his hand, he slashed towards his own body. His palm had already turned fiery red, and the heat was rippling like a soldering iron.
If this blade fell, she would definitely hurt herself, but she didn't hesitate in the slightest. It could be seen how firm and resolute her nature was.
Wu was originally a cold person. Not only was she cold to others, she was even colder to herself. Otherwise, she would not have such a cultivation at such a young age.
This was not only because she was talented, but also because she was hardworking. Since she was young, she had forced herself to practice martial arts. This was the only thing she usually did.
She had no other entertainment or hobbies. Her life was just like her name. There was only one thing left — martial arts.
Bang!
The fiery red Roaring Flame Saber slashed down on the Dragon-trapping Rope, causing it to immediately emit black smoke. With a whoosh, it slipped off her body.
The old man did not expect her to be so difficult to deal with. After seeing her for so long, he still had not captured her. Wouldn't that mean that he would lose face in front of the Demon God?
An ominous glint flashed in his eyes as he once again pounced forward. The Dragon-trapping Rope once again appeared in front of her like a ghost.
Just now, the blade had already left a long gash on her body. The clothes around her waist were already dyed red with blood, but he didn't even look at it. He was still expressionless, as if nothing had happened.
However, the others were not as calm as him. The soldiers were originally stunned, but now that they had finally regained their senses, they realized that their leader was in danger, and the soldiers finally took action.
Although what they had seen and heard today was completely beyond their imagination, causing them to feel a kind of fear from the bottom of their hearts, after all, they had trained for many years and suppressed the fear in their hearts. They all pointed their guns at the Demon God.
Obviously, he was the biggest threat here.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sound of gunshots rang out like raindrops hitting banana leaves. A dense barrage of bullets poured out, and there were even three rocket projectiles that were fired at the Demon God.
The Demon God was still shrouded in that scarlet cloak, and his expression could not be seen clearly. However, he did not sit idly by. Instead, he waved his cloak fiercely.
Whoosh!
A strong wind blew, forming a wind wall. All the bullets were blocked by the wind wall, and the three rocket projectiles exploded with a loud bang, causing a terrifying shockwave to spread out.
"A bunch of ants. Death is not to be regretted." The Demon God lightly spat out a few words, and the wind wall turned into a gust of wind that carried countless bullets back.
When the soldiers saw this, they wanted to escape, but it was too late. They only had time to let out a series of screams before collapsing to the ground. In the end, only a few student soldiers were left standing.
Just now, they were extremely shocked. There were no soldiers who had the courage to shoot like that. Furthermore, they were the last to arrive here and were standing at the back, so they were lucky to survive.
A few of them wanted to escape, but they found that their legs were uncontrollably stiff. They did not even have the strength to pull the trigger. They could only stare blankly at this scene.
The Demon God was like the God of Death. They could not even muster the slightest thought of resisting. They did not even have the thought of regretting it. Their minds were blank.
Of course, there was one exception, and that was Takashi Takashi. Although he pretended to be as frightened and lifeless as the others, his eyes swept across the battlefield one by one, and finally locked onto Tang Zheng who was in mid-air.
He could not see through this cultivator who had suddenly appeared. He was also very curious about who the other party was that dared to ruin the Demon Race's plans.
Listening to his impassioned speech just now, Takashi Takashi did not think much of it. This was a society where the strong preyed on the weak. If the Demon Race was strong, then he, Takashi Takashi, would have a better life in the future, and his strength would also be stronger.
As for the life and death of the others, he did not care at all. The life and death of the people present had nothing to do with him. He was more concerned about the Demon God.
As long as the dust of the battle settled, he would impatiently reveal his identity. He was also a member of the Demon Race, and in the future, he would be able to charge and break through the enemy lines under Lord Demon God. It would be best if he could rule this world and kill all those who did not listen.
Madness had already emerged in his eyes. Imagining his glorious days in the future, he could not help but become excited.
However, Martial was not excited at all, because she was gradually falling into a disadvantageous position in the battle with the old man.
Suddenly, the old man struck out with his palm. She hurriedly waved her Roaring Flame Blade to block, but she did not know that this was a feint from the old man. The Dragon-trapped rope had actually quietly circled behind her and wrapped around her arms.
With her arms bound, she had no way to resist. She could only watch as she was tied up like a big dumpling by the Dragon-trapped rope, unable to move at all.
The old man's eyes finally revealed a look of relief. After spending a lot of effort, he had finally subdued this woman. He did not know who taught her martial arts, but she was already so powerful at such a young age. She was truly difficult to deal with.
The old man turned to look at the Demon God and said respectfully, "Lord Demon God, your sacrifice has been captured."
The Demon God nodded his head and said, "Although it's a bit slow, it's still okay. But you have to remember, I don't like waiting. This time is already long enough. Next time, be more efficient."
The old man hurriedly nodded his head like he was pounding garlic. He said while trembling with fear, "Yes, I will follow Lord Demon God's orders."
"There are still a few ants over there. Let's get rid of them together." The Demon God pointed at Takashi Takashi and the others. Suddenly, his heart trembled as he looked at Takashi Takashi with a gaze like lightning. He laughed strangely and said, "Interesting, interesting. You hid it well."
After all, Takashi Takashi's method of hiding his cultivation was a method of the Demon Race. How could it escape the eyes of the Demon God? Previously, the Demon God had ignored Takashi Takashi, but this time, he found clues when he looked closely.
Takashi Takashi was swept by the Demon God's gaze. It was as if he had fallen into an ice cave in the dead of winter. His whole body suddenly trembled.
Hearing the Demon God's words, he knew that he had been seen through, so he simply stopped hiding. Moreover, the old man was obviously going to get rid of them, so he really could not hide anymore.
Just as he was about to open his mouth and say that he was also a demon, he heard an angry roar explode in mid-air.
Tang Zheng followed this knife-like bloody tornado and drifted endlessly. His head was dizzy, and his eyes were blurred. His body had been cut countless times, and his clothes were ragged, making him look like a beggar.
But now he was in a worse state than a beggar. At least the beggar's life was not in danger, but his was now in danger. He wanted to resist and use all the Innate Qi in his body to stabilize himself, but he found that it was useless.
The power of this tornado was not something he could resist at all. Actually, thinking about it, he was only at the fourth stage of the Foundation Establishment Stage, and this Demon God's cultivation was unfathomable. Although the War Soul Sword had injured him, Tang Zheng did not know how serious his injuries were. Therefore, no matter what, Tang Zheng's situation was extremely disadvantageous.
Seeing that the battle on the ground had already ended, all the soldiers had died, Martial had been captured, and the old man was about to deal with Sinosaurus and the others.
These people were his classmates, his teammates. How could he just watch as they were killed? Thus, he let out an unwilling roar, just in time to interrupt Takashi Takashi's actions, causing him to stop just as he was about to kneel down and pay his respects to the Demon God.
Then, everyone's gaze was attracted to Tang Zheng. They only heard a loud roar: "You are not allowed to hurt them."
Martial looked at Tang Zheng with a complicated expression. This cultivator was really strange, he could not even protect himself, yet he still wanted to protect others. This was completely different from the cultivators that the sect master had described.
Sinosaurus and the rest looked at Tang Zheng, thinking, "Bro, you can't even protect yourself, and you still want to save us, thank you very much." It seems that this time, there is no escape. If we are lucky enough to meet again in our next life, thank you for your good intentions.
The Demon God raised his head and looked at Tang Zheng, and said indifferently: "These ants have been dealt with, now it's your turn."
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