Tyrant Territory.
In the vast region, beacons of war were everywhere, and blood flowed like rivers. It was like hell.
After the great battle, Tyrant Territory was also beyond recognition.
Feng Wuchen, who was flying in the air, looked at the many cultivators who had died miserably below, and could not help but feel an intense grief and indignation in his heart.
Every time he passed by a force, he would see human cultivators who had died miserably. The scene could be said to be ghastly and tragic.
"The forces that resisted were all massacred. The ferocity of the Demon Clan is a hundred times crueler than mine back then. At least I did not attack the children and women back then." Wild Leopard frowned. Seeing the miserable situation, Wild Leopard was also filled with anger.
"Whoosh!"
Sensing a weak aura, Feng Wuchen immediately flashed down and discovered that an old man was still alive.
"Hold on!" Feng Wuchen immediately took out a pill and fed it to him.
Wild Leopard, who was standing at the side, shook his head slightly. Wild Leopard knew that the old man's injuries were too severe. His internal organs had been shattered, and he was already powerless.
"Alliance … Alliance Leader … I've finally met you … We … We couldn't stop the Demon …" The old man grabbed onto Feng Wuchen's hand tightly. He was filled with guilt and self-blame, but before he could finish his words, the arm that was grabbing onto Feng Wuchen had already fallen.
The old man was no longer breathing.
Feng Wuchen's eyes were moist, and his heart was extremely heavy.
An old man that he had never met before persevered until now just to report to Feng Wuchen.
At that moment, Feng Wuchen felt that his heart was pierced by a sharp blade, and the pain was incomparable.
This kind of heartache was completely different from other kinds of heartache.
"If I had come earlier, maybe you would have …" Feng Wuchen's heart was in extreme pain, and he felt as if he could not breathe.
At this moment, Feng Wuchen desired more than ever to obtain a powerful strength, a strength that could defeat the Demon Lord.
However, this kind of thinking was obviously unrealistic, because it was simply impossible.
Looking at the dead cultivators, Feng Wuchen's heart was bleeding. The heart-wrenching pain was unbearable.
The palace of this faction had been razed to the ground, and it was filled with resentment and the smell of blood.
"You can all rest in peace. I, Feng Wuchen, swear with my head that I will definitely exterminate the Demon Race and avenge you!" Feng Wuchen clenched his teeth and tried to hold back his tears.
"What a tenacious human. No, to be precise, he is strong." Mad Leopard looked at Feng Wuchen, his heart filled with admiration for Feng Wuchen.
"Mad Leopard, do you think we still have hope?" Feng Wuchen forcefully endured the grief and pain in his heart and asked.
The Wild Leopard looked at Feng Wuchen and didn't say anything. It could tell that Feng Wuchen was in great pain.
"That student from the academy asked me just now, and I didn't even give him a definite answer. I don't know if it's because even I feel that there's no hope," Feng Wuchen said in a deep voice.
"I don't know about others, but if it's you, I feel that there's still hope. From the first time I saw you, I felt that you were different. However, I can't tell what's different about you. It's just an intuition," Mad Leopard replied.
"Intuition?" Feng Wuchen's face revealed a trace of self-mockery.
"Are you thinking of giving up?" Mad Leopard asked.
"I don't know." Feng Wuchen shook his head, feeling very depressed.
The strength of the major factions in the continent couldn't even withstand a single blow from the Demon Race.
Dragon Race, Rakshasa Race, Demon Phoenix Race, and Baili Family's experts were all heavily injured.
Tyrant Domain and Northern Xuan Region were defeated, countless cultivators died, and experts were either injured or captured.
All of this was destined to lead to the destruction of the continent.
The surface of the continent was filled with death aura, and there wasn't a trace of hope.
"You bear the fate of all humans on the continent. They are all waiting for you to save them, waiting for you to defeat the Demon King. I know that you are under a lot of pressure, but this is something you have to face. If even you give up, the continent will really be finished," Mad Leopard said.
Feng Wuchen took a deep breath, trying not to think too much.
"Now is not the time to give up. There are still many people waiting for me to save. Let's go to Yuntian Palace. Chi Yuan and Xingtian Sect Master are still imprisoned," Feng Wuchen said calmly, forcibly suppressing the heavy burden in his heart.
"The person in charge of Yuntian Palace is not weak. He is at the peak of the ninth tier of the Divine Transformation Realm," Mad Leopard said.
"Save first, then kill," Feng Wuchen said coldly, the anger in his eyes replaced by killing intent.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Feng Wuchen and Mad Leopard flew all the way to Yuntian Palace. Wherever they passed, they would mercilessly destroy the forces that were attacked by the Demon Race.
Yuntian Palace was one of the major factions in the Tyrant Domain. Its strength was second only to the Divine King Temple.
Now, it had been attacked by the Demon Race.
The higher-ups of Immortal Artifact Pavilion and Bei Xuan Faction were imprisoned in Yuntian Palace.
"The genius that the Demon King has taken a liking to." In the main hall, a middle-aged man opened his eyes slightly, the corners of his mouth curling into a sinister smile.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
On the square of Yuntian Palace, Feng Wuchen and Mad Leopard appeared. The sudden appearance of the two shocked the Demon Race elites.
Mad Leopard's third rank aura was like a towering mountain, mercilessly pressing down on the Demon Race elites.
"Feng Wuchen!"
"Mad Leopard! Mad Leopard is here! "
"Guardian Moqi! Mad … Mad Leopard! "
The Demon Race elites began to scream in panic.
"Guardian Moqi?" Feng Wuchen frowned. After fighting with the Demon Race for so long, Feng Wuchen had never heard of this person.
Boom!
At the entrance of Yuntian Palace, there was a sudden explosion. The Demon Race elites who had rushed into the main hall were directly blown away by the terrifying power. Dozens of them died on the spot.
"Whoever dares to escape will die!" A majestic voice came from the main hall. The aura was majestic, and the terrifying aura had reached the peak of the ninth tier of the Soul Transformation Realm.
One had to admit that the Demon Race's strength was truly terrifying.
The Demon Race elites and their people were scared out of their wits. Their faces were pale, and their bodies were trembling.
Feng Wuchen frowned slightly. "You even killed your own people. You are truly vicious."
A middle-aged man slowly walked out of the main hall. His entire body was emitting an evil aura. He sized up Feng Wuchen with an extremely uncomfortable gaze.
Guardian Moqi smiled and said, "Welcome, Great General of the Demon Race."
"The Demon Race has quite a few guardians," Feng Wuchen said coldly. He was also sizing up Moqi.
Hearing this, Moqi said, "I am only a guardian that leads the Demon Race's army. My status is far inferior to Guardian Blood Demon. Blood Demon is the Great Guardian of the Demon Race, and I am only a small guardian."
"Great General, why have you come to the Tyrant Domain?" Moqi asked with an evil smile. There was no trace of fear in him at all.
Even in the face of Mad Leopard's terrifying aura, Moqi was still very calm.
"Nothing much. Release the people of Immortal Artifact Pavilion and Bei Xuan Clan, and I will make you the Great General of the Demon Race." Feng Wuchen smiled playfully.
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