Over 50 kilometers to the southwest of Rodu, space warped, and a portly figure with blood all over his body tumbled out of a black spatial rift with a hand clasped over his chest.
A black longsword silently pierced through the darkness, piercing into Benson's heart from behind. The tip of the sword protruded out of his chest before being slowly pulled out.
"Hehe …"
Benson's widened eyes were filled with indignation as he turned around and looked at the shadow that was almost completely hidden in the darkness. His eyes were filled with disbelief as his fat body collapsed to the ground. Even in death, his eyes did not close.
…
Within the Spatial Holy Palace, the soul lamp at the very top of the palace exploded. The old man guarding the palace faltered momentarily before his eyes were filled with horror and incredulity. "The patriarch is dead!"
An urgent bugle horn sounded throughout the entire Spatial Demon Race territory, and some of the more powerful demons hurriedly rushed out of their cave abodes toward the Spatial Holy Palace.
This was the most urgent bugle horn of the Spatial Demon Race. All spatial demons at or above the seventh tier had to immediately rush to the Spatial Holy Palace upon hearing this bugle horn. Otherwise, they would be severely punished.
Several elders of the Void Demon Clan gathered together to discuss something with a solemn expression, while the ordinary demons stood in the main hall with blank expressions.
News of Benson's death quickly spread among all of the demons who had arrived at the Spatial Holy Palace. Emotions of grief and horror quickly spread among the demons. Benson's power was one of the main reasons why the Spatial Demon Race was ranked as the third most powerful demon race.
"The patriarch has been in seclusion for a long time; how did he suddenly die?"
A spatial demon asked with a perplexed expression.
The old demon guarding the palace replied with a grief-stricken expression, "The patriarch said that he was going to take a trip to Rodu less than an hour after receiving the news. Then, his soul lamp exploded, indicating that he's already dead. This most likely has something to do with the humans."
"How could a mere human kill the Patriarch? Alex is already dead. Is there anyone else in the human race who can grow up?"
"Indeed. The patriarch is so powerful that he ranks among the top three most powerful demons in the Spatial Demon Race. On top of that, he has the Eye Beast to assist him; who can stop him if he wants to leave?"
The demons were still full of doubts. They were obviously unable to accept this result. Of course, more of them were fearful of the future of the Void Demon Race. After losing their ancestor, the suppression that the Void Demons would face could already be foreseen.
An elderly spatial demon strode out with a piece of black metal in his hand, and yelled, "Alex isn't dead. Before the patriarch passed away, he sent us a message stating that he encountered Alex in Rodu and was severely wounded. However, he's already left Rodu and is on his way back to our race. He died on the way back, and we still don't know who killed him."
The hall suddenly quieted down. All the demons looked at the black piece of metal in the demon's hand with fear in their eyes.
"Alex is not dead!"
This news was as confusing as Benson's death.
"The Patriarch is dead, but Alex is still alive. Will he take revenge on the Void Tribe?"
After a long silence, a demon asked fearfully.
As soon as he said that, many demons showed concern on their faces.
Even the spatial dimension patriarch had been severely injured or even killed by him, so how could they possibly be a match for him?
…
"The Patriarch is dead!"
"The third elder's lamp has been snuffed out!"
…
Similar events were taking place in many demon, orc, and forest troll tribes on that night, and emotions of grief and horror were spreading like wildfire.
This made many people think back to that night three years ago, when countless tribes and races had lost their pillars of support, all because of Alex.
On this occasion, no one knew what had happened in Rodu, and who had killed all of those 10th-tier powerful beings before more information was sent back to Rodu.
…
On the central island of the Demon Islands, there was an inky-black hall.
On the top of the hall, two black figures stood two meters apart from each other. One of them was thin, while the other was fat, and both of them were looking toward Rodu.
"Benson is dead."
The fat demon broke the silence.
"I didn't think that Alex would still be alive."
The skinny demon said in a deep voice, with a hint of anger in his voice.
The fat demon clenched his fists with rage, and said, "Three years ago, our demon race sacrificed four 10th-tier warriors in order to kill him. This time, two more 10th-tier warriors died in order to kill Irina, and even Benson was killed. We've lost almost a third of our demon race's powerful beings, but we didn't get anything out of it. Instead, we've been severely wounded!"
The thin demon quickly calmed down, and said, "Our three races have lost so many powerful beings in quick succession, yet the human race hasn't paid any price at all. Do you think it's possible that Josh and Alex were putting on a show three years ago to kill all of the 10th-tier powerful beings sent by our three races, and then spread the news that Alex is dead?
"Furthermore, the human race already has more 10th-tier powerful beings than any of our three races. If he formed an alliance with the elves and dwarves, our three races may not be able to defeat them."
"Cunning humans!" The fat demon gritted his teeth as he looked at the thin demon, and said, "Then what should we do now?"
"Andre is an old fox. Over the past few decades, the human race has become more and more powerful under his leadership. However, his two sons are still very young, and they aren't as cunning as Andre." A cold smile appeared on the thin demon's face, and he said, "The lifespan of a human is short. Andre, that old fox, will die sooner or later. When he dies, it'll be time for us to declare war on the human race."
"Then what about the peace agreement in three months?" The fat demon frowned.
"Sign it first, and give them everything they want. It'll be ours sooner or later anyway."
…
Meg, who was lying in Irina's warm embrace, opened his eyes in embarrassment. What he saw was a majestic chest and a beautiful face with a hint of anger. He pushed his hands to the side in an attempt to stand up.
As a result, his hands pressed against a patch of delicate and smooth skin. The firm and elastic texture made Meg absent-minded for a moment. After meeting Irina's meaningful gaze, he almost jumped up from the griffin's back.
As he sat up, he hurriedly withdrew his hands from those slender legs. Meg didn't dare to look into Irina's eyes, and was momentarily at a loss for words.
Irina looked at Meg with a playful smile, and asked, "How does it feel?"
"This …" Meg looked at the playful smile on Irina's face, and calmed down immediately. What a joke, as a man who had seen countless beauties, how could he be afraid in front of a woman? He nodded with a smile, and said, "It's delicate and smooth, slim but not fleshy. It feels great."
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