Cut off my way home? You'll sacrifice the entire other world in return!

The blood-red plains of Central China.

This place was once the most fertile land in Zhongzhou, but now it is barren, with the ground covered by a thick layer of blood scabs that feel sticky and soft underfoot.

The thick stench of blood and resentment in the air has condensed into a solid red-black mist that lingers year-round.

This is the site of the final battle agreed upon by the nine demon lords.

This was also the final stage for this bloody, year-long game of raising venomous insects.

Nine armies stood in distinct lines on the plain, facing each other.

Each army consisted of tens of thousands of demon-tainted monks who had survived the carnage.

Their expressions were numb, their eyes were empty, and they reeked of a nauseating stench of blood.

They are killing machines, puppets who only know how to obey orders.

At the forefront of the nine armies stood nine figures.

They are the nine strongest individuals in Zhongzhou today, the nine Great Demon Lords.

The former leader of the righteous path is now a bloodthirsty butcher with demonic flames, using living people to forge weapons.

The demonic giants became even more insane, including the Devouring Demon King who took pleasure in devouring his own kind.

The once peerless enchantress now wields the power of plague, becoming a plague queen who brings death to everything in her wake.

…… ...

Each of them was once a powerful and influential figure.

Now they have all become pawns on Li Fan's chessboard, fighting a final battle for the elusive inheritance of the immortal abode and the qualification to meet the Demon Lord.

"Hehehe..."

The Plague Queen let out a charming laugh, her voice alluring yet carrying a chilling edge.

"I never expected that in the end, it would be us old guys who would survive."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Bloodhand Butcher snorted coldly, holding a staff made of countless infant skulls, his eyes flashing with cruel light.

"Only one person can leave here standing today."

"That person must be me!"

The Devouring Demon licked his lips and looked greedily at the other eight people.

"Your flesh and blood smell very good."

"It just so happens that I haven't eaten a cultivator in the Transcendent Tribulation stage for a long time."

There was absolutely no trust among the nine demon lords.

They all knew that the so-called alliance was only temporary.

There can only be one victor in the end.

"Since that's the case..."

One of the demon lords, a taciturn swordsman, slowly drew his long sword from his back.

"Then... let's begin."

Before he could finish speaking...

He moved.

His figure transformed into a black line and rushed straight towards the Plague Queen who was closest to him.

"court death!"

The Plague Queen sneered and waved her jade hand, instantly enveloping the swordsman in a cloud of pink poisonous mist.

The decisive battle broke out without warning at this moment.

The nine demon lords instantly engaged in battle.

Their magical weapons clashed, unleashing their full supernatural powers.

Each collision caused the heavens and earth to tremble and space to shatter.

The tens of thousands of troops behind them also collided.

There were no tactics, no formations.

Only the most primitive and bloody strangulation.

Swords flashed and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

Severed limbs and remains fell like raindrops, quickly piling up into small hills on the plain.

This is a pointless war of attrition.

Because everyone knows that the battle between the nine demon lords in the heavens will determine the outcome.

…………

The demon is at the summit.

Li Fan sat on the throne with a water mirror floating in front of him.

The mirror was showing the battle situation on the blood-red plains in real time.

He watched it with great interest, as if he were watching a wonderful movie.

She even took out a bag of potato chips from the Earth she had manifested from her storage space and started munching on them.

"Hmm, this Bloodhand Butcher is not bad. He knows to join forces to take down the strongest Devouring Demon first."

"This Plague Queen is a bit stupid. She actually wants to use poison against a body-refining demon cultivator. Has she lost her mind?"

Li Fan commented on the food as he ate.

Ye Qingcheng stood to the side, looking at the hellish scene in the mirror, but her heart was not stirred.

She was once a part of this land as well.

But now she only feels sorry for those people.

Like a wild beast in a gladiatorial arena, tearing and biting desperately to please the audience.

"Owner."

Ye Qingcheng asked softly.

"Who do you think will win?"

"I look down on everyone."

Li Fan shook his head and stuffed the last potato chip into his mouth.

"Just a bunch of fools blinded by desire."

"No matter how ruthlessly they kill, they are only filtering materials for me."

"The real Gu King is not them."

Li Fan's gaze fell on an inconspicuous corner of the Crimson Plain.

That's where the most corpses are piled up.

…………

The battle on the Crimson Plains has lasted for three days and three nights.

Five of the nine demon lords have already fallen.

Their corpses, along with their souls and magical artifacts, were devoured by the victors.

The remaining four were all injured and looked dejected.

Bloodhand Butcher lost an arm, and half of the baby's skull on his staff was broken.

The plague demon's hind half was smashed, and it could only barely maintain its form by relying on its demonic energy.

The swordsman's long sword was broken, leaving only half of it.

Another demon lord, skilled in array formations, was blasted away, leaving only his head, and barely clinging to life by relying on secret techniques.

The army behind them was also reduced to less than one-tenth of its original strength.

The entire plain was completely transformed into a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

"Huff... Huff..."

Bloodhand Butcher, panting heavily, looked warily at the other three.

"It seems the four of us are going to have to decide the final winner."

"Don't rush."

The array demon lord, now only a head, suddenly let out a strange laugh.

"Haven't you noticed that one person is missing?"

"What?"

Bloodhand Butcher was stunned for a moment.

He looked around.

Suddenly his pupils contracted.

He discovered that the mountains of corpses were shriveling up at an eerie rate.

Something underground was frantically sucking the blood, flesh, and energy from these corpses.

"Oh no! It's that ghost!"

The Plague Queen cried out.

She remembered that legend.

That blood-red phantom that appears and disappears on the battlefield, devouring corpses.

"Where is he?!"

The swordsman gripped his broken blade tightly, frantically scanning his surroundings with his divine sense.

But nothing was found.

That thing seemed to have become one with this mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

"He is......"