I create patterns, regardless of your level of expertise.

The main hall of the imperial palace.

A languid king sits on a throne forged from countless twisted spines and silvery skulls.

Beneath his dark red skin, faint golden patterns flowed, pointed ears peeked out from his long black hair, and his amber eyes held an indifferent and calm expression.

His face was as cold and handsome as if it had been carved by a knife and axe; even by the standards of the other three races, it could be considered beautiful.

No one remembers how many years he sat on this skull throne.

But all the demons knew that a great event would occur the moment he rose from his throne.

At this moment.

The twelve demon gods under the Demon Lord's command stood on either side of the main hall, giving their final report before the decisive battle.

"It seems that the power accumulated by the Elven race on the other side of the Blood River far exceeds that of us. However, the Elven race is not a warlike race, so the pressure on us is not as great as it appears."

"in addition……"

A demon god was standing below the throne reporting, but he had only spoken halfway when a voice suddenly came from below.

"Demon Lord!"

The demons all turned around and saw Xie Yan stumbling and rushing in at the entrance of the hall.

The demon god who reported this was immediately displeased and said, "Evil Flame, what kind of decorum is this, coming to the palace like this? You..."

Just as the demon was about to rebuke him, he suddenly sensed that something was wrong with the aura emanating from Xie Yan.

"You...you've been reborn?!"

Xie Yan gritted his teeth and approached, then knelt down on the ground with a thud.

"Demon Lord! I failed your mission. That human had a puppet comparable to the peak of the twelfth realm. I... I lost..."

The demons reacted in various ways upon seeing him like this.

Some frowned, some sneered, and some kept their eyes down, seemingly oblivious to what they were hearing.

Until a demon god stepped forward: "Evil Flame, are you joking? How could there possibly be a puppet in this world comparable to the peak of the twelfth realm?"

After all, the strength of a puppet is directly related to the materials it uses.

If you really have such good materials, you could make a weapon or a treasure. Why not use them to make a puppet?

Xie Yan knelt deeply before the Demon Lord, proclaiming, "Demon Lord, it is absolutely true!"

On the high platform, the Demon Lord stared at Xie Yan with his amber eyes for a few seconds before finally waving his hand and sending out a prismatic crystal that shimmered with a ghostly light.

Upon seeing this thing, all the demons and gods perked up.

This is a memory crystal, which can extract and play back the memories of living beings.

Most importantly, this thing cannot be faked; the memories played back by the user must have actually happened.

Clearly, the Demon Lord gave Xie Yan a chance to explain himself.

Since Xie Yan hadn't lied, he wasn't afraid and immediately grabbed the memory crystal.

Soon, a beam of light was projected from the crystal.

The moment they saw Li Hao's face, the five demon gods who had been to the human realm exclaimed in unison!

"How could it be him?!"

This reaction immediately drew the attention of the other demon gods and the higher-ranking demon lord.

The Demon God hurriedly stepped forward to explain: "Demon Lord, this person is the human we mentioned before, the one who was reborn from the Tree of Three Lives."

They had already reported this matter, but they never expected that the one who broke into the Demon Realm was this guy!

The Demon Lord didn't say anything, but simply gestured for them to continue watching.

In the scene, the evil flames had already rushed into the tornado, facing off against the enormous puppet from afar.

Just then, the Demon Lord suddenly raised his hand and paused the scene.

The other demons were confused and were about to ask.

Suddenly, the Sword Demon God moved closer, his entire body almost touching the screen.

"This is... Demon-Devouring Iron?!"

Apart from Xie Yan, all the demons present possessed Heavenly-Rank weapons forged from Demonic Devouring Iron.

However, most of them were not good at using swords and mostly used them as symbols, so they were not as sensitive as the Shadow Demon God and did not recognize it at first.

Now, prompted by his words, all the demons turned to look.

It really is Demon-Devouring Iron!

"That's right, this is Demon-Devouring Iron! But how is this possible?"

It should be noted that Demon-Devouring Iron is a specialty of the Demon Realm; it is not found in the other three realms.

Even within the Demon Realm, the amount of Demon-Devouring Iron is extremely rare.

During the last great war, the demon race used all of their Demonic Iron to forge seventeen Heavenly Rank divine weapons.

Four of them were lost in the great battle. Of the remaining thirteen, the strongest sword was used by the Demon Lord, and the other twelve were the weapons of the twelve demon gods.

This generation's Demon Lord did consider forging a few more, but after searching the entire Demon Realm, he couldn't gather enough Demon Devouring Iron to forge even one.

And now, this puppet is actually made of Demon-Devouring Iron?!

"It is about ten feet tall and has a huge size. The amount of demonic iron used is more than that of all thirteen demonic weapons in the current demon realm."

"Isn't this guy human? How come he has so many demon realm specialties?"

The demons were abuzz with discussion; clearly, they were all far from calm after making this discovery.

Except for the Demon Lord.

His expression didn't change much as a result.

"Since it's already a fact, there's no point in dwelling on how he obtained it. Let's keep watching."

The scene continues, and Xie Yan couldn't withstand a single blow from the giant puppet.

After his defeat, he was taken to the ship and finally met the real boss.

"...If you don't hand over the Five Demons, I'll sink the Demon Realm!"

Li Hao's last words echoed in the hall, and his boast of "sinking the Demon Realm" was the epitome of arrogance!

Upon hearing this, all the demons except for the five began to breathe rapidly, their chests heaving.

Even the Demon Lord, upon hearing this, finally burst into laughter. However, there was no joy in his laughter; instead, it conveyed a resolute determination.

"Sink the Demon Realm? What a boastful statement."

"In that case, let him do it!"

"If you want to sink the Demon Realm, just give it to him!"

"Demons are born with the supernatural ability to be reborn by borrowing blood pools; death is never the end for us."

"In this battle, the Spirit Race will die, we will die, and if he dares to come, he will die too!"

"But we will all be reborn!"

Upon hearing this, the demons' faces all darkened.

Should we still activate that plan?

However, since the Demon Lord has already made his decision, they will simply follow suit!

All hesitation, concerns, and fears were suppressed and pushed back to the deepest part of their hearts at this moment.

All that remained was an overwhelming fighting spirit!

"We will all die, and we will all be reborn!"

At this moment, when the Demon Lord made this decision, the entire demon army began to operate according to the predetermined plan.

The original demon army of tens of thousands was halved in just a few days.

They broke up into smaller groups and quietly left; no one knows where they went.

But the Demon Lord is still here, and the twelve Demon Gods are still here.

This is enough.

Amidst the hectic pace, the final moments quietly slipped away.