Several mountainous black figures arrived at the highest point of the snowy mountain.
Beyond this point was the human world, even though this place should have been desolate and uninhabited on the maps and military reports.
The leader of the Devil Race only had one hand, and he raised it at this time, signaling for them to stop.
The cold winds blew against his iron clothes and his black hair, revealing two demon horns that were impossible to tell if they were real or fake.
His eyes were dark green and callous to the extreme. His tall body exuded an incredibly powerful Qi that would make anyone who saw him feel boundless fear.
The second-ranked Demon General, Hai Di.
Whether in Xuelao City or the snowy plains, whether it was the demons or the humans, they were all used to calling him Lord Hai Di, out of respect or fear.
As an important figure of the Demon Army, second only to the Demon Commander, he had killed countless human soldiers and cultivators, and his vicious reputation had spread far and wide.
Several years ago, in the snowy plains, when the demons ambushed Su Li, he had been one of the main forces participating in the battle.
At the time, Su Li had chopped off one of his arms, and he had also left a deep wound on Su Li's shoulder.
To be able to wound Su Li, one could imagine just how terrifying the strength of this powerful demon was.
Hai Di looked down at the estate in the snowy mountains, a rare chill appearing on his cold and green face.
There were very few things in the world that could shock him.
This estate was still very far from the highest point of the mountain, perhaps ten-some zhang away. In the eyes of these demon experts, this estate was like a bonsai. The starlight fell on the bonsai. On the bridge by the lake was a young man, so small that he looked like a grain of sand. If not for Hai Di, it would have been impossible to clearly make out the young man's appearance.
He could clearly see him, so he was very shocked.
At this moment, the young man raised his head and looked at the summit.
Separated by a mountain of ten thousand zhang, they silently stared at each other for a very long time.
"I did not expect that it would be Your Majesty," Hai Di expressionlessly said.
He naturally spoke in the language of the demons, his voice deep and suffused with a strange charm.
… …
… …
"Leave this place as quickly as possible. Something will happen in a little while, and when the time comes, I might not be able to protect you."
After saying this, Chen Changsheng sensed a ripple from the Divine Staff hidden extremely deep within him.
This made him realize that the Devil Race had arrived, and the one who had come should be a terrifying expert that he couldn't deal with.
He looked up to the highest point of the Snow-capped Peak, but he couldn't see clearly what was happening there.
No matter how good his eyesight was, he could not see through the seemingly endless night.
But he knew who was there.
An Hua, the general, and the others were all shocked, because he was not saying that he could not protect them, but that he could not protect them …
Not even the Pope could protect them, so just who was the enemy that was about to arrive?
A gust of wind suddenly rose on the lake that was originally as beautiful as spring. The cold wind in the snowy mountains broke through the Breath of the Four Seasons and swept back and forth on the surface of the lake, producing bursts of ear-piercing sounds.
Amidst the whistling wind, there were also some other sounds.
Other than An Hua, everyone else realized that this was the language of the demons, and the general himself even understood the words' His Majesty '.
Everyone's complexion changed. Only now did they realize that the enemy was actually a demon, and it must be a powerhouse from the demon race!
No one fled. They all pulled out the sabers and swords at their waists and rushed behind Chen Changsheng.
The general had An Hua take care of the young array master on the stretcher in the back while he walked into the pavilion and knocked Sir Yang unconscious.
The battle with the demon experts was about to begin. At a time like this, he would not permit any element of insecurity to exist in his camp.
Zhusha glanced at the general with some admiration.
Chen Changsheng gazed at the distant peak and sighed, "I also didn't think that I would see you again tonight."
A little more than a year ago, the last time he had appeared before the people of the world was on the battlefield between the humans and demons. At the time, he had taken Zhusha with him and concealed his identity in that army headquarters. As he worked as a medical officer to save people, he also silently killed demons. On that day, when the situation of the human army was truly too dangerous, he was forced to reveal his identity. His one thousand swords shot out in unison, forcefully reversing the course of the battle, but … he also drew in that terrifying demon expert.
Hai Di descended from the sky and used a single move to heavily injure him.
Zhusha had taken the risk of having her soul wander and escape Hai Di's senses, taking him underground and leaving the battlefield. But who could have expected that in that lush mountain range, they would be ambushed by several human experts?
Afterwards, they naturally understood that these human experts were from the Imperial Court. More accurately, they were from the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets used by the Imperial Court.
The situation at the time had truly been extremely dangerous. If Liu Qing had not silently appeared like a ghost, perhaps he would already be dead.
This was a rather bitter memory that made Chen Changsheng feel a little cold. Thus, he had chosen to live in seclusion in this desolate and uninhabited mountain range.
And the source of all this was Hai Di.
Tonight, he had once more encountered him. Would those encounters from back then be repeated?
On the frigid peak, Hai Di looked down at the distant pearl-like lake, his face expressionless and callous to the extreme.
"I have come on the orders of the Military Advisor to take your life."
Black Robe wanted to kill the master of the Cinnabar Pill.
If he knew that the master of the Cinnabar Pill was Chen Changsheng, he would naturally want to kill him even more.
In this desolate and uninhabited mountain range, a young Pope without the protection of a true expert … If he missed out on such an excellent chance, Xuelao City would be abandoned by the Moon God.
For some reason, Hai Di was not worried that Chen Changsheng would escape. He did not rush down the mountain range, but stood on the peak to speak with him.
What happened next gave him the answer. He did not need to rush down the mountain range. He was confident that Chen Changsheng would not be able to leave in time.
Hai Di jumped down from the peak.
A streak of fire lit up in the night sky and then was quickly extinguished.
The winds howled, the starlight dimmed, and even the darkness seemed to be torn out of shape.
Not long ago, Ning Shiwei had shaken off a rock and broken the wooden bridge over the lake.
Hai Di, on the other hand, treated himself as a rock, no, a mountain.
Compared to his momentum, Ning Shiwei's rock was laughably weak.
With a shrill shriek, a mountainous shadow covered the surface of the lake.
An unimaginably terrifying impact landed on the lake.
Boom!
With a dull and terrifying thunderous crash, the water in the lake instantly evaporated. Mist filled the air, shrouding half the mountain range.
The courtyard had been destroyed, reduced to rubble. The wooden bridge was like a dead snake that had cracked inch by inch as it lay on the muddy bottom of the lake.
The soldiers from the Mount Song Army headquarters were either dead, injured, or unconscious.
A green leaf unfurled in front of An Hua, protecting her and the array master on the stretcher.
The deputy general was still alive. He lay in the rubble of the broken pavilion, constantly vomiting blood. As he gazed at the turbulent Qi still wreaking havoc in the darkness, he revealed an expression of despair.
At this moment, the clear cry of a sword finally rang out.
Countless sword intents came from every direction, carrying with them the will of a storm as they slashed at that mountainous black figure.
… …
… …
(I recommend to everyone a novel, Mo Wu's' Stealing Fragrance '. It's a new book from Qidian, and the writing style is superb. It's worth following … okay, this is the standard advertising phrase. In truth, Mo Wu is truly an old author. Many years ago, everyone was mingling in the jianghu. Later on, based on what I know, he switched to a physical body. Now that he has returned to the world of web literature, I ask for everyone's support.)
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
