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

cluster--

next moment.

Its remains were completely engulfed by the sea of ​​fire.

After the wave of fire passed through, only a small burning flag remained in mid-air.

The flag was charred black, with only a corner still burning with golden-red embers.

Beyond the northern border.

The territory of the demon race.

A large number of demon soldiers stared blankly at the broadcasting station in the sky, the bloodlust stirred up by the weasel's dying words still stuck in their chests.

The Demon Clan's Grand Leader, Snow Phoenix, had already personally gone to the northern frontier after the future ending was revealed in the heavens.

At this moment, it stared at the scene of the weasel demon king being swallowed by the sea of ​​fire and remained silent for a long time.

A moment later, Xuehuang turned around and looked at the black snake beside her.

"blacksnake."

"Go to the weasel clan and retrieve the items this demon possessed in its previous life."

"Build a cenotaph for it on Demon Saint Mountain."

The black snake flicked its tongue and bowed its head in response.

"Yes, Commander-in-Chief."

Xuehuang took another deep look at the screen on the broadcast console.

The next moment, it flapped its wings and flew towards the depths of the Ruins of Return.

The cold command then spread throughout the demon army.

"The demon race..."

"retreat!"

"yes!"

woo-

The bugle call to retreat sounded.

The million-strong horde of demonic beasts retreated like a receding tide.

On the northern city wall.

Zheng Qiang, Li Yuan, Zeng Tie, and other soldiers, who had been on high alert, all breathed a long sigh of relief.

Someone sat down against the wall.

Someone wiped the sweat from their face.

Some people stared at the receding demon tide, their eyes reddening, but they didn't dare to blink.

Li Yuan stared at the charred remains of the small flag, a slight tightness settling in his chest.

He could understand the weasel's final resentment.

I can also understand their obsession with dying for their race.

But he felt no respect whatsoever.

After all, who can worship a beast that has killed their own people?

If such a thing truly existed, then it wouldn't be human.

That's a beast.

He is a treacherous person.

It's a walking 500,000.

On the contrary, it was the scenes of those young boys and girls swiftly and decisively killing the great demon king in the broadcast that kept Li Yuan's eyes glued to the screen for a long time.

He couldn't help but sigh softly.

"Truly... new talents emerge in every generation!"

Zeng Tie slapped him on the back, laughing and scolding, "Hey! My dear Commander Li! What are you lamenting about here!"

"Isn't it good for the younger generation to get stronger?"

"You want a period of scarcity before the new generation is ready to take over?"

Li Yuan stumbled from the slap, then turned around and laughed and cursed.

"Don't you dare slander me, you old bastard!"

"Believe it or not, I'll sue you for defamation!"

"Hahaha--"

The group of men immediately burst into hearty laughter.

Laughter echoed across the blood-stained city walls.

Hearing this laughter, Zheng Qiang and the other high-ranking generals from the Northern Border felt as if a stone was pressing on their chests.

Those brothers who died in the future can still stand here and laugh heartily.

That was snatched back from the Great Dao by the Desolate Heavenly Emperor.

And those who are still alive were not there when they needed them most.

This shame weighed on their hearts, unspoken, and they had no right to let it go.

"Hey!"

Li Yuan, who was smiling, suddenly paused.

He pointed to the corner of the broadcast booth, his voice suddenly becoming excited.

"Old Zeng! Did you see that?"

"The ball went in!"

In the corner of the broadcast screen, a small silver-white ball quietly broke away from the formation and, following the direction in which the demonic tide receded, burrowed into the Guixu Rift.

Li Yuan's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

"If we could obtain information about the demon race's defenses, wouldn't we...?"

"They can fucking launch a counterattack and break in?!"

"A counterattack?"

Zeng Tie shook his head.

"Do they really think those four celestial demons and the demon saint are just for show?"

"Without the God of War taking the lead and condensing the twelve-path killing formation, what do we have to fight with?"

"Too……"

Li Yuan laughed.

Back when the God of War Lu Ming was around, once the Twelve Route Killing Formation was activated, it could unite the entire Northern Border Army into one force.

He could withstand two celestial demons without flinching.

This is one of the reasons why the Master dared to entrust the Northern Territory to Lu Ming.

But right now, the God of War is still exorcising demons in Jinling.

They wanted to launch a counterattack, but they didn't have the means.

"Let's keep watching."

Zeng Tie looked up again, his gaze returning to the broadcast screen.

pat!

The charred little flag landed in front of the Minotaur.

Only a corner of the flag remains.

Golden-red embers still burned at the edges, slowly consuming the remaining black smoke inside.

The remnant soul of the demon saint has not completely dissipated.

The black mist on the flag had faded to almost invisible, leaving only a few wisps of smoke that twisted and turned in the sparks.

"Dead..."

The minotaur's throat bobbed, and his voice trembled.

It looked around.

The bear demon lay on the ground, being devoured by the mad boy.

The wolf demon tried to launch a desperate counterattack, but was easily immobilized by a young Taoist priest wearing glasses, and then had its head easily cut off.

The weasel was completely wiped out, leaving no trace whatsoever.

This scene, along with the broadcasting station that re-split and coalesced from the silver-white sphere that followed the Void, was also seen by countless demons.

The morale that had been forcibly boosted by the weasel's dying words instantly plummeted.

"Commander-in-Chief!"

The celestial demon white tiger that had appeared in the sky stepped forward, its kingly mark on its forehead glowing faintly in the shadows.

"The morale of our warriors is low... Should we cut that thing down up there?"

Xuehuang narrowed her phoenix eyes, her gaze falling on the bull-headed demon in the broadcast footage.

After a moment, it shook its head.

"The bull tribe is always violent. When they see their companions dying one after another, they will often fight back desperately before they die."

"As long as they fight with grit, their morale will naturally recover."

The white tiger lowers its head.

"yes!"

Deep within the Ruins of Guixu, countless demon soldiers stared intently at the broadcast screen.

They were holding their breath.

Waiting for the Minotaur to unleash its power.

Waiting for it to burn its demon core.

Wait and see the Minotaur, like a weasel, vow to defend the last vestige of dignity of the demon race.

Just then.

"Moo—"

The bull-headed demon roared to the sky, its body surging with a blue demonic aura that rose several feet high.

It gripped the red-tasseled spear piercing its abdomen tightly with both hands, and demonic blood gushed out wildly from between its fingers.

"Give me a name!"

boom!

The landslide exploded.

That red-tasseled spear was actually pulled out by force.

Su Huaying stood on her Wind and Fire Wheels, hovering in mid-air.

With a wave of her hand, the red-tasseled spear that had been flung away returned to her palm.

"Oh?"

Su Huaying's lips curled up slightly, and a hint of interest appeared in her eyes.

"Is this a desperate last stand?"

She twirled the red-tasseled spear in her hand, aiming the tip at the bull-headed demon.

The next moment, it will swoop down.

Deep within the Ruins of Guixu, countless demon soldiers brandished their weapons and roared.

"Here it comes!"

"Brother Ox! Kill her! Let our demon race be renowned!"

"Orcs will never be slaves!!!"

"The demon race will never admit defeat!!!"

The demonic roar shook the heavens, as if the morale had been reignited.

The shouts grew louder and louder.

Xuehuang's gaze softened slightly.

then.

next moment.

All the shouts abruptly ceased.

boom! ! !

It knelt heavily on the ground.

Then, in front of countless demons, he kowtowed deeply to Su Huaying.

"Fairy! Fairy!"

"Don't kill me!!"

"I'm willing to be your slave, a beast of burden!"