Ten Tailed Fox

Chapter 2154 The Competition Begins

The burly Demon Gold was clad in golden armor, his eyes blazing like the sun. He was like a sword that seemed to cleave the heavens. He had always been a vanguard in the demon wars.

He surveyed the plaza and, seeing the countless young demon cultivators, couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Good! Good! I never imagined that my demon race had amassed such a powerful force! What are the mere heavens compared to this? Give me a million demon cultivators, and I will make the armies of the heavens flow like rivers of blood!"

His voice was like thunder, making the eardrums of many young people with shallow cultivation feel like they were about to burst, yet none of them did not feel their blood boiling.

However, Mo Yu, who was standing right next to him, did not smile at all. He was dressed in plain clothes, with a solemn and cold look between his brows and eyes as deep as stars. He said softly, "How can the strength of the heavens be underestimated by words? They crushed the first star defense line with the force of thunder, catching everyone off guard. I'm afraid the second star defense line will not last long. If the second star defense line collapses, the consequences will be unimaginable."

These words immediately brought the previously heated atmosphere to a standstill.

Mo Zhu's face was as pale as paper, his eyes were sinister, and he let out a low laugh: "Heh, I think the newly enthroned Ying Tian is a bully who picks on the weak and fears the strong. He didn't make a move when the Emperor of Fengdu was alive, but now he comes to take advantage of the situation. How shameless. I like it. Hehe."

Mo Tao, dressed in his alluring new clothes, had a cold expression on his face, which was more effeminate than a woman's: "The conscription competition is not for aiding the front lines, but for self-preservation. If the second star defense line collapses, we only need to defend the Demon Clan. Besides, the Yan Clan and the Wu Clan, who are also among the three upper clans, do not intend to send troops. Why should we, the Demon Clan, be sent to our deaths alone?"

Upon hearing this, some of the leaders nodded slightly, having naturally inquired about the attitudes of the Yan and Wu tribes.

The Yan Clan and the Wu Clan are both among the top three clans, and their strength is no less than that of the Demon Clan. However, they are indifferent, so the Demon Clan is naturally not foolish enough to be the first to act.

Just when things were at a stalemate, Mo Qin spoke up. His voice was steady, yet carried an undeniable authority: "If we can help, we will."

Four words, powerful and resounding.

Everyone present knew that the taciturn Mo Qin's strength was unfathomable, second only to Mo Di. There were even rumors that Mo Qin had secretly broken through to the Immortal King realm. Although the others were dissatisfied, no one dared to refute him to his face.

Even the hot-tempered Mojin merely snorted, turned his face away, and remained silent.

Finally, everyone's eyes fell on one person.

Modi.

As the most powerful of the thirteen leaders, he had already reached the Immortal King realm. Dressed in black robes, with a cold expression, his aura was unfathomable, like a bottomless abyss, making people dare not look directly at him.

At this moment, Modi simply said, "This matter is not up to us to decide; we must consult the Seven Lords."

Seven Lords!

These are the true leaders of the demon race. They represent the oldest will of the demon race and the invisible divine might that weighs on the thirteen leaders.

Keep in mind that they are seven immortal lords!

This is also why the Demon Race is ranked among the top three races. With seven Immortal Lords, which race would dare to underestimate them?

"They're just seven lucky guys who received blessings from their ancestors. If I were a descendant of the Eight Demon Lords, I could also cultivate to their level." Mo Jin curled his lip, seemingly harboring resentment towards the Seven Lords.

"Yes, we haven't seen our seven masters put in much effort, but they always treat us like dirt. Their cultivation hasn't increased much over the years, but their skills in serving others have become superb." Mo Tao touched her alluring, wide robe and said sarcastically.

The Seven Lords are the most respected beings among the demon race, except for the Thirteen Leaders. To put it bluntly, the Thirteen Leaders' attitude towards the Seven Lords can even be described as disgust. After all, the Seven Lords are ostensibly the strongest among the demons, but they never protect the demons. The Thirteen Leaders do all the hard work, while the Seven Lords only reap the benefits, and they have a huge appetite for it.

"Be careful what you say," Mo Yu reminded everyone, but she didn't mean to blame them. "In the past, we used to hand over immortal stones to the seven adults once a year, but now we've been urged to hand them over every month. I wonder if it's because the adults are about to break through."

"Breakthrough my ass." Mo Tao sneered. "Your appetite has grown even bigger. Even if you treat us like servants, you should at least give us some benefits. We've been loyal to them for so many years, and in their eyes, we're not even as good as dogs!"

"It's time." Mo Di looked up at the time and interrupted everyone.

He stood up, his voice booming and echoing throughout the viewing platform: "Gentlemen, this recruitment competition has utilized two arenas in Black Eye City!"

As his words fell, a tremendous roar resounded throughout the city.

Two enormous buildings slowly emerged in the very center of Black Eye City.

Those were two black arenas that resembled the pupils of heaven and earth, like two dark demonic eyes embedded in the city, emitting a dark light. Each arena was a million feet tall, and the walls, like city walls, were engraved with ancient runes, exuding a suffocating pressure.

"These two arenas were personally built by eight of our clan's most powerful beings in ancient times," Mo Di said in a high-pitched voice, filled with pride. "They are not only arenas, but also crucibles. Only here can true powerhouses be forged. Black Eye City is named after these two eyes!"

Below the stage, the young cultivators were filled with excitement, all gazing up at the two pitch-black arenas, their blood seemingly boiling.

Mo Di continued, "One arena will be used for mortal cultivators to compete, and the other will be the battlefield for immortals! To prevent those of higher cultivation levels from bullying those of lower cultivation levels, everyone will be divided according to their cultivation level. In each arena, there will be powerful individuals monitoring the arena, and anyone who attacks beyond their level will be immediately killed! Moreover, the competition will end as soon as half of the participants remain. Only those who survive will be true demon warriors!"

His voice was icy, and the last word struck like a hammer blow, making many cultivators tremble in their hearts. The bloody selection process was second only to the mad Asura race.

"Now, the competition begins!"

When the horn sounded, both arenas opened simultaneously.

Countless mortal cultivators poured into the first arena, which resembled a black pupil, while the immortals entered another.

The arena gates slowly closed with a deafening roar, seemingly isolating the entire world from the outside world.

Instantly, earth-shattering roars erupted simultaneously from both arenas.

Amidst the clash of swords and the surging demonic energy, blood and fire instantly filled the air as young demonic cultivators fought with bloodshot eyes, their screams blending into a hellish symphony.

On the viewing platform, the thirteen leaders had cold eyes, but their expressions varied.

Mojin laughed loudly and heartily: "You've got guts! You're more motivated than I expected!"

Mo Zhu licked his lips and said in a low, sinister voice, "Some little bugs die really quickly, but the purpose of little bugs is to make big bugs stronger."

Mo Yu remained silent, casually surveying the scene. Suddenly, his expression froze.