The two blade glows, imbued with a boundlessly terrifying Qi, fiercely collided and then never extinguished. They became the sharpest rays of light in the world, drawing out countless straight lines on the curtain of darkness, driving away countless dark clouds from the distance and obscuring countless stars.
The winds howled, the grass snapped, and the black monoliths shattered, transforming into terrifying existences like arrows. The graveyard was filled with screams. Whether it was the noblewomen weeping for their sons or the numb nobles, they all came to their senses and fled in all directions, but it was hard to say how many of them would be able to leave alive.
After an unknown period of time, the wind finally stopped. Countless mud and gravel fell like rain, and the two terrifying saber lights never lit up again.
The clouds in the sky parted, allowing the starlight to illuminate the graveyard. Only then did one realize that the grass for several li around them had all sunk several feet!
In the distance, the moon gradually rose over the horizon.
The Demon Commander stood at the highest point of the grass slope. Her body was still short, but when contrasted against the full moon, she seemed enormous.
Her rusted helmet had been broken in battle and had been carelessly thrown to the ground.
Her hair was tied up in a ponytail, making her look rather comical. She looked like a little girl, but her expression was fierce and savage.
Around her ponytail, a few strands of messy hair incessantly trembled in the wind. They looked like the withered branches of a jackdaw that had flown away.
If one looked carefully, they would probably be able to see the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and those white hairs.
Wang Po stood below, an extremely thin wound on the left side of his neck from which blood seeped out.
If the Demon Commander's blade had gone in an inch, his head would have been cut off like a ripe fruit.
Wang Po was speechless as he gazed at that short figure on the top of the grass slope.
Who could have imagined that such a powerful and terrifying Demon Commander was actually a woman?
The Demon Commander turned to Wang Po and said, "In the future, you might be stronger than me, but right now, you are inferior."
As she said this, her expression was cold and apathetic, devoid of emotion. This was just a statement.
Wang Po replied, "Yes, there is still a gap between us."
He did not conceal his respect for the number one expert of the Demon race.
The two clashes between Wang Po and the Demon Commander on Mount Nuorilang and in front of Xuelao City could be said to be the two most important points in this war.
In these two encounters, the Demon Commander had always been one step ahead of him.
Although it was an extremely thin line, it was like a heavenly moat that was difficult to cross.
In their last encounter tonight, Wang Po had won because her injuries were far more severe than his.
A few days ago, Xiao Zhang had used the Frost God Spear to leave a bloody hole in her chest. Even tonight, there was no sign of improvement.
Wang Po said to the Demon Commander, "Senior, please tell me where Black Robe is."
The Demon Commander sneered, "Why should I tell you?"
Wang Po said, "This sacrificial altar is clearly a scam. Don't you hate Black Robe for bringing the demons to such a state?"
The Demon Commander laughed maniacally and said, "Hahahaha! You male animals always look down on us women. How would you know how powerful the Military Advisor is? She killed my elder brother whom I didn't dare to provoke and played with the entire continent for hundreds of years. Why would I hate her? I will only worship her. "
Wang Po didn't know what to say.
The Demon Commander turned to gaze at the distant moon.
Just when Wang Po thought she was going to recite a poem, he suddenly heard her say something vulgar.
"A bunch of idiots."
The Demon Commander disdainfully said, "You insist on learning from the humans and using star radiance to replace Sacred Light. How could it be as useful as moonlight! What Southern Cross Starry Sword? Just the name alone is stupid, hmph! "
A proud voice.
The short figure scattered in front of the full moon.
Golden blood rained down from the sky, covering the entire grass slope like flower petals.
… …
… …
Xuelao City was faintly discernible in the demon flames. The location of the graveyard was extremely clear, as it was extremely dark.
Suddenly, two extremely thin rays of light appeared in that dark area and then gradually faded away.
Everyone turned to a certain place in Xuelao City and saw the golden light that illuminated the true darkness.
When an expert on the level of the Demon Commander died, the world would naturally sense it. Everyone in the Demon Palace sensed it and fell silent.
"She was my aunt, a very extraordinary woman … yes, it's just that she wasn't very tall."
The Demon Lord regretfully said to Nanke, "Teacher and I originally hoped that you would one day become a second her, but you were too honest. You were actually tricked into entering the abyss by Imperial Father."
Nanke had followed Chen Changsheng and the others into the Demon Palace, but she had said nothing. Her expression was very helpless, like a wounded little beast that couldn't find its home.
The Demon Lord very quickly shook off his sorrow and calmly said to Chen Changsheng, "The sacrificial altar has been destroyed and the agreement is complete. Can I leave now?"
Everyone present knew that the 'leave' in these words did not really mean leave, but had another meaning.
Chen Changsheng did not respond. He seriously said to the Demon Lord, "I don't know whether to admire you or sympathize with you."
These words did not refer to 'leave' or 'surrender', but to the Demon Lord's mental journey over the last few days.
With the human army at the gates, what should the demons do? Silently accept, or go against the teachings of their ancestors and make one last mad attempt?
The Demon Lord had probably been in great pain these last few days.
… …
… …
"He's not in pain."
A voice suddenly resounded through the Demon Palace, but it was impossible to tell where it had come from.
"Many years ago, Xuelao City was surrounded by Little Jie Xing's army. I suggested that we build a sacrificial altar and use the Astral Executioner to reopen the spatial path, but Xingshan Dong did not agree. His Majesty is just like his father, so he's not in pain. He might even feel a certain pleasure from martyrdom. "
The voice vanished for a while, then reappeared.
"I did not sense that god, so I do not understand their fear, just where their stubborn pursuit of freedom comes from."
This voice was extremely pleasant to listen to, like spring water falling into a still pool, or like fingers plucking the strings of a zither. And that hand was assuredly beautiful.
The black demon flames once more began to circulate, like a withered tree growing out of a swamp, gradually revealing a corner of a robe.
The robe was also black.
The demon flames rumored to be able to incinerate everything in the world had failed to ignite this robe.
It was a black robe.
He had been hiding in the abyss behind the demon flames. It was no wonder that the human armies had been unable to find any trace of him in Xuelao City.
Zhizhi suddenly said, "They all say that your voice is very unpleasant. It seems to be a misrepresentation."
That she was concerned about this problem at a time like this could only mean that her way of thinking was truly different.
The Tang Old Master said, "This is her original voice."
Seeing Black Robe, even his eyes seemed to change, the water in the well rippling.
Black Robe paid them no attention. She turned to the Demon Lord and said, "Although Nanke is my student, you have always treated me as your teacher, and I truly do feel a rare shred of pity for you. Alas, after struggling for so many days between the extermination of your clan and the teachings of your ancestors, you were still unwilling to listen to my opinion."
The Demon Lord fell quiet for a while, then said, "That is because I love Sir. I do not wish for Sir to become even uglier."
Everyone was stunned by these words, not knowing if he was speaking of that word, his love for his teacher, or …
The Demon Lord turned to Xu Yourong and smiled. "I also love you."
This was the most famous and most sensational affair between a man and a woman in the last few years. The only thing that could compare to the marriage contract that Chen Changsheng had taken out ten-some years ago at the Ivy Festival was probably the declaration that the Demon Lord had made to the entire continent when he was still a youth: 'I very much desire Xu Yourong.'
Tonight, Xu Yourong had been very quiet in the Demon Palace, and the Demon Lord had not said a single word to her. Many people believed that rumors were just rumors, that those words were not true. The invasion of the Demon Army in the first year of the new era had only been to conceal the weakness of the Demon race. It had not really been because the Demon Lord wanted to marry Xu Yourong.
And then, they heard these words.
Chen Changsheng did not interrupt the Demon Lord, nor did he even get angry.
In his view, this was a matter that was very natural.
How could an extraordinary individual like the Demon Lord not like Yourong?
"But I love the Military Advisor even more, because the Military Advisor is a freak."
The Demon Lord apologetically looked at Xu Yourong and earnestly explained, "I am also a freak. I feel that being with freaks gives me strength."
"Thank you. I thought that you would never say it."
Black Robe's voice was still pleasant to listen to. It was not deliberately graceful, but it had its own moving aspects.
The Demon Lord said, "It's about to end, so I have to leave behind what I want to say."
"It's still not over."
Black Robe looked at him with pity and said, "Not even Xingshan Dong knows my true thoughts, so how could you?"
The Demon Lord bitterly smiled. "I've already given the Astral Executioner to them."
"That thing is in my hands."
The Tang Old Master said to Black Robe, "Back then, even if you wanted a star, the people of Luoyang would have been willing to pluck it for you. Alas, the present is no longer the past."
The meaning of these words was clear. No matter what, he would not give the Astral Executioner to him.
Black Robe mocked, "At that time, I had no eyes for minor characters like you and Shang."
The Tang Old Master sighed, "Yes, at your side was the most dazzling person in the world."
Black Robe sternly corrected, "Not just at that time, even now, he is the most dazzling."
The Tang Old Master said, "But even if he comes back to life, he can't take that thing from me."
He had hidden the Astral Executioner somewhere. Perhaps he had some special spatial magical artifact on him.
The derision on Black Robe's lips deepened. "Who said that I wanted the Astral Executioner?"
The Demon Lord replied, "You once said to me that positions are relative, and our continent has always been moving through the sea of stars."
These words naturally made Chen Changsheng recall Wang Zhice's notebook and the scenes he had calculated in the Mausoleum of Books.
The Demon Lord added, "Even if you use the sacrificial altar to send the message, the Sacred Light Continent will not be able to determine our position, so how can we open the path?"
The meaning of these words seemed complicated, but they were actually very simple and clear.
If you were standing on the grassland and heard someone call out to you, you could only roughly determine which direction they were coming from, but you could not determine their exact position.
Only if you maintained a connection with them, gradually narrowing down the range of errors through the constant exchange of information until you found them.
Without the Astral Executioner, how could Black Robe establish a stable connection between the two continents that could be maintained for a period of time?
Black Robe said, "I said before, I don't need the Astral Executioner."
The Demon Lord replied, "This is impossible. All the records clearly state that this is the only way to open the spatial path."
Black Robe said, "I know of a method that can allow the Sacred Light Continent to determine our position."
The Demon Lord asked in surprise, "What method?"
Black Robe turned to Chen Changsheng and said, "I've been waiting for you for a very long time."
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