His cold and terrifying eyes seemed to be able to kill a person with just his gaze!
Against the Black-armored Demon God, Panshi only felt two streams of warm liquid flow across his face. It was blood. His eyes had been burned by the Black-armored Demon God's surging killing intent.
The might of the Demon God could not be seen with the naked eye!
Sou!
The Black-armored Demon God moved. He flew over Panshi and company's heads as the rolling blood cloud enveloped them, causing mountains to collapse!
The desolate beast beneath Panshi let out a tragic cry as it exploded. Its body disintegrated!
In the pool of blood, Panshi, whose vision was gradually blurred by the blood that flowed out, raised the spear in his hand while trembling.
He knew that there was no way he could survive. With this group of people, there was no need for the Black-armored Demon God to make a move. They would die under the pressure of the blood cloud. Many humans who were stronger than them would also die in such a manner.
Since he knew he was going to die, Panshi did not want to meaninglessly disintegrate into a pile of rotten flesh. He wished to burn his soul as a warrior, so that he could die in battle!
Panshi vaguely saw the Black-armored Demon God brush past his body.
Boom!
Like a clap of thunder, it rang in his ears.
At the instant the Black-armored Demon God passed by, the world collapsed. Everything was destroyed in Panshi's eyes and ears.
Panshi's body completely froze.
He raised his spear, but failed to stab out.
Panshi's vitality was completely gone. His flesh and blood had ruptured, leaving behind a suit of armor that was supported by his bones. His eyes were hollow, and his soul had dissipated. His white bony hand was still tightly holding onto the spear. The tip of the spear was pointed blankly forward, and the cold beam seemed to condense into eternity at that moment.
Up to his death, Panshi's lips were only slightly agape. He did not make a sound, nor did he shout out the words he wanted to shout.
The Demon God is here!
Behind Panshi, the Desolate race warriors also exploded one by one!
However, their deaths were not meaningless.
Panshi wanted to help, but before they came on patrol, they already knew that they had no chance of putting up a struggle in front of the Black-armored Demon God.
Their patrol was not to discover the Black-armored Demon God ahead of time, or to send out an early warning signal. Instead, it was to use their lives as the price … At the moment of their death, they used their flesh and blood to light up the beacon.
More than ten beacons lit up.
Ka-cha Ka-cha!
In the Desolate race's camp, among the tens of thousands of life slips, a row of connected life slips suddenly exploded!
The former Desolate Queen, who was resting with her eyes closed, suddenly opened them.
These life slips were connected to her mind, so she would be able to sense them immediately when they shattered.
The former Desolate Queen's heart sank.
Wu!
The ancient and bleak sound of the bugle horn instantly spread throughout the entire Desolate race camp.
This horn would only sound at one time, and there was only one meaning to it.
The Black-armored Demon God was here!
Warhorn!?
All the members of the Desolate race in the remote mountains, regardless of whether they were resting or patrolling, were alarmed when they heard the voice. They all rushed towards the Desolate race Palace.
Long before the war began, the Desolate race had already gone through numerous drills.
At this time, although they were shocked and nervous, they did not panic.
"He's here … so fast. I wonder how Young Master Yi is doing." The Sanctuary Island couple, who were meditating, opened their eyes, and the woman let out a soft sigh. This battle might be a life and death parting, and they might even die together.
However, since it was a choice made by them, they did not regret it.
"Tong 'er, let's go."
"Alright."
The couple held hands as they flew towards the Desolate race Palace. Along with them were a large number of Human warriors. Dying in battle in a desolate land like the remote mountains was equivalent to dying in a foreign land for the Human race. However, at this moment, for the continuation of their respective family clans, they had no other choice.
The former Desolate Queen came into the hall, and at this moment, the hall was empty. There was only Jiang Xiaorou sitting quietly under a Skyfox statue. And not far away, Shepherd Boy was also sitting cross-legged on the ground, protecting Jiang Xiaorou.
Inside the Skyfox statue, the Desolate race's Sacred Spirit was sleeping.
When the former Desolate Queen stepped into the hall, Jiang Xiaorou had already opened her eyes. "Mother."
"The bugle horn has sounded …"
The former Desolate Queen looked at Jiang Xiaorou's calm and determined face, and felt her heart ache for her.
"Alright." Jiang Xiaorou nodded gently. The Sacred Spirit was in deep slumber due to its injuries. When the Black-armored Demon God approached it at full speed, it had sensed immense danger, so it had forcefully awoken from its slumber.
The Black-armored Demon God's pressure had sealed the Divine Wilderness, and the Sacred Spirit itself had become one with the Divine Wilderness. This was the final battle between the two ancient existences.
Thinking back to when she was consecrated at the Divine Bone Altar, and the Sacred Spirit's recognition of her, it felt like it was yesterday. Jiang Xiaorou sighed lightly. The sacrifice that was destined to happen made her feel somewhat reluctant.
"Yun 'er … Nothing must happen to you …" Jiang Xiaorou muttered softly as she stood up. Her bright dress unfurled like a blooming rose.
Yi Yun had taken the initiative to attack in search of the Black-armored Demon God, but now, the Black-armored Demon God was charging at him aggressively.
Jiang Xiaorou's heart turned cold. She was very afraid, but at this moment, as the Desolate race's Queen, she could not think about such things. This was a battle that concerned the survival of the Desolate race.
When Jiang Xiaorou walked out of the hall, her heart had already regained its calm.
Jiang Xiaorou's performance also comforted the former Desolate Queen.
Without fear, she was calm and composed. This was her daughter, a Queen that was supported by the Desolate race and recognized by the Sacred Spirit.
"Yun 'er will be fine." Jiang Xiaorou muttered to herself once again. Her tone was firm, as if she was warning herself.
Yi Yun had promised her. He had always done what he promised her.
Almost at the same moment Jiang Xiaorou said those words, her eyes had already penetrated the royal palace, past the square in the royal palace's hall, all the way to the horizon. There was endless killing intent emanating from there …
"He is here." Jiang Xiaorou said.
The squad of guards that had been sacrificed were only a few thousand miles away from the Desolate race's camp. To the Black-armored Demon God, this was a distance that could be traversed in a blink of an eye.
Jiang Xiaorou's long hair hung down her back, and her looks were exquisite and alluring. And outside the hall, there was a blood cloud that blanketed the entire sky.
This blood cloud instantly surged over from afar, enveloping the entire Desolate race's camp!
After hearing the sound of the horn, people just had time to hurry out of their houses.
But at this moment, they saw the blue sky above their heads disappear.
The blood cloud was as thick as blood, as if it would drip down at any moment.
The legendary human figures and the Desolate race's Empyreal Kings began to conjure their Yuan Qi shields, protecting the weaker geniuses within.
But even so, the geniuses' blood was in turmoil the moment the blood cloud descended. Many of them were trembling. Against the Demon God that could destroy the world, the young them were still too tiny. (To be continued.)
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