He Nian hesitated for a moment before he clenched his teeth and pulled out his sword. He retreated to a safe distance before saying coldly, "That's right. We were the ones who broke the seal. As for their identities, you're going to die soon. There's no need for you to know."
"Father, sob sob sob!"
He Ling finally regained her senses. She wailed as she saw the blood splattering on He Xiang's chest.
"Don't cry, my child. Run, run!"
He Xiang grabbed He Ling's hand and flung her away as he screamed at the top of his lungs.
"Father, I'm not leaving, I'm not leaving … sob sob sob … If we're going to die, we'll die together."
He Ling was a Half-step Divine Expert after all. She landed firmly on the ground and ran back as fast as she could. She was crying so hard that she could barely catch her breath.
"Go, go now. If you don't leave, I'll never acknowledge you as my daughter again. Don't go back to the clan. Go find King Huai. Go now!"
He Xiang's momentum was like a mad tiger. He staggered and knocked back the attacks of the seven people. He could only watch helplessly as the eight traitors joined hands to kill the other three stunned clansmen. His eyes reddened as he shouted, "And you guys, run! They won't leave anyone alive!"
The Patriarch of the Winged Tribe and the others were dumbfounded. No one expected the peace-loving and indifferent He Clan to have an internal conflict. They only came back to their senses after He Xiang's reminder. They turned around and tried to escape.
"You want to run? No way. None of you can leave today. If you surrender to me, I might spare your lives."
At that moment, a sinister voice was heard. The Patriarch of the Winged Tribe and the others stopped in their tracks. They stared at the hundreds of black-clothed men who walked out from the darkness as if they were facing a great enemy.
These black-clothed men were from all clans. Without exception, their cultivation level was no lower than a Peak Demon King. Almost half of them had even reached the Half-step Divine Realm.
The faces of the Patriarch of the Winged Tribe and the others darkened. They did not expect the Myriad Demon Territory to be hiding such a terrifying force.
"Who are you?"
Demon Monarch Zi Que 'er asked coldly. The events that had happened today were too full of ups and downs, causing her to be at a loss as to what to do.
The Thousand Demon City's camp had been annihilated, and she was the only one who had survived. But then there was the internal strife of the Crane Clan, and then there was the appearance of such a powerful and terrifying force.
The two camps fought to the death with great momentum, but in the end, the hidden forces reaped the fruits of their labor. This made her feel very ironic.
"You don't need to know who we are. All you need to know is that all of you will die tonight. Attack!"
The leader of the black-clothed men didn't have any racial characteristics. He looked just like a human. He coldly waved his hand, and hundreds of black-clothed men surrounded him.
Demon King Zi Que 'er glanced at the Winged Clan's Old Ancestor with a bitter smile, "Looks like we can only join forces and fight our way out!"
"I'm looking forward to it!"
The Wing Clan's old ancestor's expression was as calm as an ancient well. His composure was admirable. The moment his words left his mouth, he charged out at the same time with Zi Que 'er in an extremely coordinated manner. Both of them focused their fire and instantly killed a black-robed man. Black-colored blood mixed with the ghastly white bones, appearing extremely dazzling under the starlight.
"Black Blood? They're bastards from the Black Blood Plague Tribe! "
Zi Que 'er's expression changed drastically as she shouted through gritted teeth.
The eyes of the Winged Clan Alliance members, who were originally anxious to fight their way out, instantly turned red. They roared furiously, "Kill all these bastards!"
If there was anyone that the Demon Clan hated the most, it would undoubtedly be the Black Blood Plague Tribe.
If it wasn't for the Black Blood Plague Tribe's invasion many years ago, which caused the Demon Nation to crumble and the laws to fail, and caused countless Demon Clan ancestors to die on the battlefield, they wouldn't be holed up in the Myriad Demon Territory, and their cultivation base would be stuck at the peak of the Demon King Realm.
This was an irreconcilable hatred. Even though the Winged Clan Alliance's members were not on the same level as the black-clothed men, they would not retreat or be afraid at all.
All of them were filled with hatred. Their eyes were bloodshot as they charged toward the black-clothed men like moths to a flame.
The black-clothed men did not expect these Demon Kings to be so courageous. They were caught off guard, and a dozen of them were killed in a few rounds of attacks. The black-clothed men immediately fell into chaos.
The leader of the black-clothed men shouted angrily, "Don't panic! Don't panic! They're far weaker than us, and they've just experienced a tough battle. We can wear them down."
As expected, the black-clothed men stopped panicking and began to fight steadily. They gradually recovered from their disadvantage. Their strength far surpassed the Winged Clan Alliance's, and they had an absolute advantage in numbers. After they stabilized, they began to suppress the Demon Clan, and soon, a Demon King was killed.
"Bastards, I'll fight you to the death!"
The Demon Clan's bloodthirst had never diminished. One of the Demon Kings was already severely injured, and seeing that he was about to be killed, he roared angrily and self-detonated, taking away the lives of two black-clothed men. The aftermath of the self-detonation also heavily injured two of them.
"Well done!
Black Blood Bastards, I'll be waiting for you in hell! "
"Who doesn't die since ancient times? Killing one is killing one. I've profited."
…
The sound of self-detonation rang out one after another. In just a short while, more than a dozen Demon Kings had self-detonated, taking away the lives of more than 20 black-clothed men.
The leader of the black-clothed men's expression was extremely gloomy. After all, they had only gathered together after they recovered their memories of their previous lives through reincarnation. If one died, there would be one less, and it would be difficult to replenish them.
For countless years, they had been hiding like rats in the gutter. After going through untold hardships, they had only managed to gather more than 1,000 people. Today, the 500 people who had come were all elites among elites. They did not expect these Demon Kings to be so unyielding, self-detonating at the slightest disagreement. In just a short time, they had lost more than 20 people. This made the leader's heart wrench.
The gears in his head spun rapidly, but he could not come up with a good plan. He could only shout, "Everyone, be careful. If you see them about to self-detonate, run away immediately."
"Yes, leader!"
The black-clothed men were well-trained and had a strict hierarchy. Hearing the leader's words, they all responded in unison.
However, they soon became depressed. These Demon Kings were very shameless. When they saw that they were about to be killed, they immediately prepared to self-detonate, scaring the black-clothed men into fleeing. In the end, the Demon Kings did not self-detonate and took the opportunity to heal themselves. If the black-clothed men did not run, the Demon Kings would immediately self-detonate, taking away two or three of their lives each time. There was no other way. The Black Blood Plague Tribe's body was far weaker than the Demon Kings'.
This made them flustered and exasperated, but there was nothing they could do. They felt very depressed. They thought that they could easily kill these Monster Kings and save the Spider God, but they didn't expect that the number of casualties would far exceed their expectations.
"Kill, kill them all, no matter the cost!"
The leader of the black-clothed men shouted angrily. He was injured by a Demon King's self-detonation in a moment of carelessness.
This time, the battle became even more intense. Many Demon Kings did not even have time to self-detonate before they were killed. The Demon Kings suffered heavy casualties, and their numbers decreased at a visible rate.
"The heavens want the Demon Race to die!"
Zi Que 'er could not help but cry out after the Winged Men's Patriarch and Demon King Zi Que' er worked together to kill another black-clothed man.
"It's not that serious. Our reinforcements will be here soon," the Winged Men's Patriarch said while panting.
The Winged Clan's Patriarch panted heavily as she spoke. After such a long, high-intensity battle, she was already exhausted but she had no choice but to force herself to calm down and cheer Zi Que 'er on.
"Reinforcements? Where will they come from? You mean those fence-sitters?"
Zi Que 'er's eyes brightened, but she then said disdainfully, "There's no way we can count on those fence-sitters. Even if they come, I'm afraid they won't dare to show their faces."
"Don't worry. Although they're fence-sitters, they won't act cowardly against the Black Blood Bastards," the Winged Men's Patriarch said seriously.
The Old Ancestor of the Winged Clan said very seriously. His hands did not stop at all and he joined forces with Zi Que 'er to kill another person.
"Let's hope so. I'd rather count on that Ding Ning of your Winged Men. He might be able to create a miracle."
Out of the Winged Men's Patriarch's expectation, Zi Que 'er had high expectations for Ding Ning.
"I don't expect him to create any miracle in such a desperate situation. I only hope that he can escape safely, and not let the Winged Men die."
The Winged Men's Patriarch smiled bitterly, but he did not expect Ding Ning to turn the situation around.
Zi Que 'er remained silent. Indeed, among the eight traitors of the Crane Clan, the one with the lowest cultivation level was Half-step Pericelestial, and five of them were real Pericelestial Powerhouses. It was already amazing that Ding Ning could protect himself now, so how could she count on him?
Although He Xiang's life force was depleting rapidly, he forcefully sealed his heart meridian, and used his powerful swordsmanship to struggle with the eight traitors. He held them back firmly, buying time for He Ling to escape.
However, He Ling was currently being held back by the black-clothed men, and it was impossible for her to kill her way out in a short period of time. This made He Xiang very anxious, and his brain was working hard to figure out how to get his daughter out of danger.
It was a pity that the weaker Demon Kings and black-clothed men had died one after another, and the remaining ones were all elites. Even if their lives were not in danger for the time being, no one could easily shake off their opponents and come to help. This fact made He Xiang feel hopeless.
Just now, due to the sudden change, he did not notice if Ding Ning had been killed. Now that there was no trace of him, He Xiang ignored his existence.
At this moment, Ding Ning was having a heart-to-heart talk with the Spider Deity in the Dragon Lock Star Formation. He realized that the stone-hearted old thing, Old Donkey, would definitely not make a move until the last moment. Therefore, even though he was burning with anxiety, he could only be patient and negotiate with the Spider Deity, hoping to instigate her to betray him.
Ever since the Spider Deity broke out of the seal, the person she hated the most was undoubtedly Ding Ning. Not only did he burn all the eggs she laid with fire, but he also tortured her. No matter how Ding Ning threatened or tempted her, she refused to budge. Even if she died, she would drag Ding Ning down with her.
Ding Ning was very angry, and he wanted to forcefully modify her genes and sign a master-servant contract with her. However, he knew that was courting death. If the Spider Deity was not willing, with her God-level strength, she could easily make him suffer a backlash.
This made him frown, and he watched helplessly as the person he was familiar with died tragically. His heart ached as if it was cut by a knife.
Just as he was racking his brains for a solution, the Spirit-eating Insect suddenly sent him a message, saying that it could possess the Spider Deity and replace her.
Ding Ning was surprised and a little worried. The Spirit-eating Insect was his trump card, and he did not want to fail the possession and die in the Spider Deity's body.
But the Spirit-eating Insect confidently said that there would be no problem. Only by constantly devouring higher-level insects could it evolve to a higher level.
Ding Ning actually had some scruples in his heart. He was worried that once the Spirit-eating Insect evolved to a life level beyond his control, it would break away from his control and bring disaster to the world. By then, it would be too late for regrets.
But at this moment, he could not care so much. He could only pin his hope on the Spirit-eating Insect and think about the future later.
With Ding Ning's permission, the Spirit-eating Insect cheered and turned into a cloud of white mist, pouring into the Spider Deity's head.
The Spider Deity's face was twisted and hideous, and she screamed painfully and struggled desperately. Unfortunately, she was firmly bound by the nebula chain and could not break free at all.
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