The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

The bull-headed demon's desperate roar had not yet dissipated.

In mid-air, an even more piercing roar came again.

That is the remnant soul of a demon saint.

The city's sealing formation was completely closed, and golden light pressed down from above.

Below, the golden-red sea of ​​fire that Wang Quanyue had unleashed at the beginning of the month had already surged behind it, carrying with it sword energy.

The king's sword intent tore through the dark clouds first, shattering the remnant souls that rushed towards him.

Pure Yang Flame followed closely behind, pouring in along the crack and igniting the remnant soul along with the demonic energy.

The remnant souls of the weasel clan, which filled the sky, ultimately couldn't hold out until it broke through the sealing array.

Before the sword energy even got close, the skin on the weasel's back had already split open.

The heatwave of pure Yangyang then pressed down, and chunks of charred flesh rolled over.

"The Dongfang family...Longhu Mountain!"

The remnant soul of the demon saint squeezed out a hoarse, distorted sound from its throat.

Just now, during the process of breaking the formation, the Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain, who was in charge of one of the formation points, shattered most of its protective black aura with several Five Thunderbolts.

If we don't escape now... it will be too late!

It looked back.

That sea of ​​golden-red flames, enveloped in sharp sword energy, was sweeping in.

If it had been a moment slower, it would have been swallowed whole.

The black flames within the empty eye sockets of the demon saint's remnant soul pulsed violently.

Resentment and malice.

fear.

And there's an uncontrollable madness.

"You all deserve to die!"

"grass!"

After uttering a curse, it suddenly unfurled the yellow flag.

The fluttering flag instantly shrank to the size of a palm.

Then it opened its bloody mouth.

"Ugh—ah!"

puff-

It actually forced the yellow flag into the chest cavity of this younger demon body.

next second.

The black flames in the weasel's eye sockets suddenly went out.

The remnant soul of the demon saint escaped.

It retreated into the Yellow Flag Demon Soldiers, leaving the remains of its descendants as the first line of defense in the sea of ​​fire.

The audience in China erupted in cheers upon seeing this.

"They're capable of doing things that make their juniors stand in front of them!"

"As expected of the demon race, truly beasts!"

call--

As soon as the remnant soul of the demon saint shrank back into the yellow flag, the weasel's demonic body lost its support and plummeted straight into the sea of ​​golden-red fire.

Its consciousness returned to its body at that moment.

But what it saw when it opened its demonic soul was not the path to survival that its ancestor had carved out for it.

Instead, it was a dead end that had been completely smashed.

Its six senses and seven orifices had already been cleansed through sacrifice.

It has long since disappeared from the naked eye.

But the Great Demon King's demon soul is still there, and it can still see the outside world.

His last breath before falling into the sea of ​​fire.

The weasel saw the bull-headed demon.

The bull demon was pinned to the array by a woman riding on wheels of fire and wind, with a red-tasseled spear stuck in its abdomen.

It also saw the wolf demon being forced to retreat by a young Taoist priest.

The bear demon lay on the ground, its chest torn open.

A blood-soaked boy lay on top of it, frantically tearing at and devouring its flesh.

far away,

One after another, the battle lights of the Zhenguo Army lit up.

A fleet of helicopters swept across the night sky.

The aura of a grandmaster surrounded them from all directions.

Human reinforcements have arrived.

Below, sword energy and a sea of ​​fire surged into the sky.

Above, the celestial array closed.

The ancestral demon saint it summoned in a desperate gamble brought back nothing for it.

whoosh-

Its body was completely engulfed by the sea of ​​sword energy and fire.

Whoosh whoosh—

Sword energy slashed in from all directions, peeling away layers of dry flesh.

Crackling sounds!

Before the shattered flesh had even left the body an inch, it was burned to charcoal by the pure Yang Flame.

The remaining sword energy continued to cleave bones.

The flames continued to burn the soul.

The excruciating pain nearly made it lose consciousness.

It instinctively curled up its mangled body, squeezing out a muffled hiss from its throat.

But once the pain reaches its breaking point, it actually calms down.

It actively stretched out its tattered demonic body.

He watched as his hand bones were severed by the sword energy and then burned to ashes bit by bit by the raging fire.

At that moment, it suddenly remembered the northern border in the sky.

I recall the tortures that Li Yuan's five Northern Army soldiers endured when facing two Heavenly Demons, suffering the torment of being torn apart by knives and fire.

So this is what it tastes like.

The weasel raised its head, now just a skeleton, and looked at the silvery-red dot flashing in the night sky.

That was a human broadcast shot.

Used to broadcast the fate of these demons.

Can you see it from the North City?

The demon race can see it too, right?

escape……

There's no escaping it now.

Let me shine a little brighter before I die.

Thinking of this, a hoarse, desolate, and self-mocking laugh suddenly escaped its throat.

"Oh……"

"Hehehe..."

Its body continued to fall.

The fire ripped it apart, leaving only its skeleton.

In those few laughs, its limbs were completely burned away by sword energy and flames.

But it was still smiling.

Then, it raised its half-broken hand bone, faced the camera, and mimicked human etiquette by removing its hat and making an exit gesture.

Then, it straightened its back.

No hat.

It didn't even have a complete hand.

The severed hand bone, still being cut away, lay across his chest, looking both absurd and bizarre.

At that moment, the entire nation fell silent.

Everyone was waiting for its final words.

The weasel's hoarse voice was broadcast throughout the country.

"Humans..."

"You are powerful, united, and never give up, but you are also ruthless, cunning, and will stop at nothing."

"You are a worthy opponent."

"It is my honor to clash with you all."

"Today, I have been defeated by you all—"

It struggled to raise its head and look at the small, silvery-white ball.

"Indeed, my skills are inferior."

"We are fellow demons!"

Its mangled body crumbled little by little in the sea of ​​fire.

Even though the audience couldn't see it waving, they seemed to see it throw a non-existent hat at the Demon Clan's Ruins.

"Remember our sacrifice, and continue forward for the sake of our reunification!"

When these words reached the ears of humans, there was no sense of tragedy, only a chilling coldness.

The so-called grand plan of returning to the motherland is nothing more than crushing the border and devouring the people.

What a beast!

What a grand and dignified statement!

That's a skill worth learning!