331: Chapter 310: Insist on Taking You Away (Part 1)_1 331: Chapter 310: Insist on Taking You Away (Part 1)_1 The srizing Demon and the coffin constantly collided, with the viscous dark gold radiance already suppressing the Demon to only a size of one zhang.
Those blood tendrils were constantly surging, but the dark gold radiance could not advance any further.
It was unknown how long they had been in a stalemate, but Lord had actually drained all the black water inside the coffin!
In reality, this black water was ford when the tomb owner, during his death, buried his entire elite Demon Army, consisting of eight thousand individuals, together with him.
Their blood created a pure force of the Dark Realm, and the souls of these eight thousand demon soldiers who drowned were forever at the command of the tomb owner!
However, it was unexpected that almost all of them entered Lord’s belly.
Lord shook the coffin, and indeed, not a single drop ca out.
He then casually threw the coffin to the side, and amidst a loud crash, the coffin shattered into several pieces.
Lord pointed at the coffin with his hands on his hips: “Hey!”
“The Demon Clan has been thoroughly defeated by the Human Race, and your territory has beco the Extinction Domain, with Demon Beings rampaging and desolation everywhere!
You’ve died and stiffened, and even your corpse and bones have turned into ashes.
Your demon soul can no longer be maintained, so what is there left to struggle for in this obsession?”
“Can you even fight against it!?”
From inside the coffin, a roar erged, like a terrifying ancient beast suppressed beneath the earth.
However, Lord walked forward fearlessly, grabbing the hilt of the Giant Sword.
Intense Divine Light burst out from the hilt, sizzling and scorching Lord’s palm.
Lord cursed angrily, “Stupid thing!
Do you want to stay here and never see the light of day?”
“Behave and follow Lord, and I’ll take you out to find a brave new owner!”
Without waiting for the Giant Sword’s response, Lord forcefully pulled it out and held it with both hands.
The Divine Light intensified, scorching Lord’s entire body.
He roared and struck the coffin with the sword.
Crack!
The coffin broke in half, with the viscous dark gold radiance still connecting the two parts.
Dust and sand spewed out from the break, emitting a dim light that quickly went out.
Lord laughed loudly, “Look, it has truly turned to dust and dirt, leaving nothing behind in this world.
Just like the fortune of your Demon Clan, it has vanished, giving way to the Human Race.
How long can you struggle and linger?”
With his words, the viscous dark gold radiance grew weaker and weaker; the srizing Demon’s blood tendrils surged and surged, counterattacking like a tidal wave.
Lord threw the Giant Sword aside in annoyance, saying, “You stubborn fool, you’re nothing more than an iron lump.”
He spread his hands, and his ghostly body had been “burnt” with his palms pitted and uneven.
Lord then grabbed a few nearby ghostly demon soldiers, snapped them apart, and sared them on the wounds on his palms.
The wounds absorbed the Ghost Air of the demon soldiers and healed on their own.
Lord laughed again, opened his mouth wide, and continued to inhale.
He devoured all the remaining demon soldiers and black water in the tomb chamber without wasting a drop, displaying an impressive display of oral skills.
Then, he belched contentedly and went forward to grab the back half of the coffin with both hands, pulling hard.
The srizing Demon’s small white hands lifted the front half of the coffin from the coffin bed.
The middle of the coffin had been darkly connected by gold radiance after being split by Lord’s sword, and the two parts of the coffin fell separately.
Now that Lord had gripped the back half, that viscous radiance could no longer support the coffin when he exerted force.
After consuming the eight thousand ghostly demon soldiers, Lord was now full of Ghost Air.
If he didn’t release it, he would have to return to the coffin and digest for several months afterward.Fighting the coffin now was the perfect opportunity to vent all this Ghost Air.
So, the short and stout Lord exerted his strength and let out a muffled roar, becoming even more terrifying than the srizing Demon, he forcefully stretched the viscous radiance several tens of ters long!
After that, he repeatedly shouted, like the sound of a giant bell, “Why haven’t you returned yet?
Why haven’t you returned yet?
Why haven’t you returned yet?!”
With the srizing Demon at the front, two vigorous “blood vessels” suddenly sprouted from her back, violently accelerating and fiercely stabbing into the eyes of the Demon Clan’s ghost face on the coffin!
And then, she forcefully stirred.
The already halved coffin suddenly shook violently, and a horrible wailing sound echoed from the severed part.
With a loud laugh, the Lord shook his hands firmly that were holding the coffin, and waves of Ghost Air surged into the coffin like a tide.
The sticky dark golden light grew weaker and weaker, eventually starting to fade.
When the two halves of the coffin were fully separated, the radiance was completely obliterated.
In the tomb chamber, it seed like the tomb owner’s unwilling growl echoed but soon fell silent.
“Pah!” The Lord spat and disdainfully shook his head as he threw the half coffin on the ground.
“How presumptuous, huh!” Secretly, however, he was a bit scared.
The tomb owner, at least in those days, was a Seventh-Level being!
After death, their tomb was heavily arranged; if it weren’t for the long passage of ti, causing these protective asures to gradually lose effect, the tomb owner’s Demon Soul would have been, at least, a Tier-6!
But now, not only have the bones turned to dust, but the Demon Soul had also been destroyed, leaving only a strong obsession that couldn’t command the Ghost Spirits and Demon Soldiers, still so difficult to deal with…
Owen Bertram thought of the “tunnel” in the Deep Well Tomb Chamber.
The Demon Being that had drilled in must have stolen sothing crucial.
When he thought about it now, such an object would most likely be the key to maintaining the normal operation of the entire Great Tomb!
Without that object, the various prohibition asures in the Demon Clan Great Tomb gradually beca ineffective, and the tomb owner’s Demon Soul could no longer remain, leading to the current situation where the Master and the srizing Demon could easily win.
The srizing Demon quietly took a breath; she had no gains from this battle but dared not complain.
After all, the Lord had been with the owner for a longer ti.
Besides, she cautiously felt that the Lord was different from herself, seemingly without a real sense of self…
Jerald Scott, the border commander, and Luke Richardson thought that the Great Tomb owner was really terrifying.
If they had co in ten years earlier, they might have been the ones dying here.
Both of them really didn’t want to stay here any longer.
As the tomb owner’s obsession dissipated, the ceiling of the tomb chamber covering them rumblingly rose, revealing the entrance again.
They urged the two ghost spirits through telepathy: let’s go back.
The Lord sounded displeased, “What’s the rush?”
With his hands behind his back, he walked over to the Giant Sword and sneered maliciously, “I want to take you for a better future, but you don’t know what’s good for you.”
“You won’t surrender, and I still want to take you out!”
As he was about to grab the sword, he was wary of the divine light emanating from the Giant Sword.
So, he glanced at the srizing Demon with his small eyes and waved her over, “Little girl, co over here, uncle wants to have a word with you.”
The srizing Demon looked at him warily, and the Lord said again, “Don’t be afraid, uncle is not a bad person.”
“You look at the sword handle.
It’s not in tune with , and it doesn’t want to go with .
You give it a try?
You’re so cute, maybe it’ll be willing to go with you.”
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