The leaders watching this were equally stunned. They had never expected such powerful Volkoids to stand behind Draco—let alone ones of such high rank and terrifying aura...
Everywhere turned heated at that mont, as each and every one present was releasing a monstrous aura, their Originat leaking as they prepared for battle.
In an instant, it began.
The next mont, Adrian had disappeared, his vampire wings spread behind him as he looked at the crowd as if they were his lunch.
He moved, appearing beside one of the weaker ones, and in an instant, he plunged his fangs into the person's neck, sucking their blood.
Caesar howled toward the heavens as he transford into his werewolf form. In an instant, the carnage he caused was overwhelming.
Clara moved, her body turning into a shadow. In the blink of an eye, she appeared behind soone's shadow and eliminated their life.
As for Alya, she simply smiled, and in an instant, multiple people brought knives to their necks, committing suicide.
Huang roared as he spat out his Dragon Breath, burning everything in front of him. Even though it didn't kill all of them, it took so lives and seriously injured others.
Kaya, the Celestial Wolf, howled as her wolf pack followed. With their speed, they tore through their enemies.
Elsa soared above, flying toward the sun. In the eyes of those below, it felt as if the sun had turned black, burning with pitch darkness and demonic energy. Suddenly, the sun began to fall from the heavens, crashing into their midst and turning everything into desolation.
The Divine Elephant trumpeted as it rampaged through the crowd, its weight crushing its enemies.
The Night Panther moved like the night itself, silently eliminating its targets like an assassin.
The White Tiger, with just its roar, stunned many, giving it the perfect opportunity to strike and harvest lives.
Even though they were killing, it wasn't excessive. They didn't have much desire to slaughter humans.
But each of the demons had witnessed the cunning nature of humans, betraying even their own kind.
In their past lives, they had hated humans with a burning rage. But as Xandros subdued them, their hatred had lessened.
With the power and army Xandros had, he could have conquered the entire God's Domain—but he didn't. He simply maintained his own territory within it. Yet, the other Domains waged an all-out war against them.
This was their last mory, and they knew sothing terrible had happened. If not for Draco telling them that humans and the other God's Domains had been manipulated—even though he didn't know the culprit's identity—they would have gladly massacred every human in Cerulean.
They were demons—born to fight, to kill, to slaughter. They were not a race that sat idly by as things unfolded. Any problem they had was solved with fists, not excessive talk.
The strong win it all. — This was their motto.
It was only when Xandros beca their leader that things changed. The demons started calming down, adapting to human ways, using their minds instead of brute force when a situation didn't require battle.
But since these fools dared to think of touching their master, they would face their wrath. The thirst for slaughter within them, once weakened, was now rekindled.
The leaders watched the massacre unfold, shocked by the strength of Draco's army. But they knew they had to act.
They both moved, appearing in front of Alya and the rest of the Seat of Demons. Their auras were the strongest in the entire army.
If the young man had seen this, he would have laughed out loud. Out of all people, they chose to fight the Demon God? They were truly playing with their lives.
The Seat of Demons looked at their opponents and grinned. Caesar and Adrian licked their lips.
Their auras surged, matched only by the humans before them. Both sides were ready for battle.
"Oh? What do we have here? An infighting between humans?"
A sudden voice broke the tension.
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In a plane where life thrived easily, just breathing in the fresh air of this place could cure illness. Towering mountains, forests taller than mountains, and Volkoids far larger than those of Cerulean filled the land.
Every minute, one could see cultivators flying here and there. Everywhere in this plane felt inviolable.
It was like a Transcendent Plane, a plane ant only for certain people.
Suddenly, a golden flash of light entered this plane. Its aura was imnse as it passed through all things.
Then, the golden light stopped at a mountain. Suddenly, to its surprise, it was surrounded by light at four corners.
But it wasn't just light—it was cultivators, their Originat overwhelming. In an instant, the cultivators slashed toward the golden light.
The golden light was pierced through like paper, revealing the young ones and Lila's figure to the open air.
The cultivators looked at Lila.
"So she's the one the Heavens are searching for."
"I wonder what's so special about her that the Heavens are after her."
"Well, let's just take her. She might be useful."
The young ones looked at the cultivators vigilantly.
"You better not touch us, or you'll regret it!"
"Regret?" The cultivators burst into laughter as they glanced at one another.
"If you touch us, you'll face the wrath of our master," the young ones continued.
"Your master? That old man? If he were with you, then perhaps I would be afraid. But since he's not, there's nothing to fear."
When Lila heard this, a bad feeling crept over her. She tried to move, but suddenly, her body froze—she could no longer move at all.
The young ones felt fear as well. They had never imagined that even at the ntion of their master, these people would still dare to make a move on them.
"Oh really? Do you still want to touch them?"
These words sent a wave of fear through the cultivators, while the young ones smiled, glaring at them angrily.
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