From the waste of spiritual roots to the practice of asking the devil.

"No...you villain, aren't you afraid of the Blood Spirit Royal Family's retaliation? How dare you so recklessly wipe out the royal family's direct forces!"

Wang Yu's lips curled into a smile.

"You bunch of stinking dogs?"

He immediately raised his hand and pointed, and the Yellow Spring Yin Lightning transformed into a pillar of lightning, directly annihilating the entire Rotten Dog Demon Clan, leaving only a bottomless, scorched pit that uttered mournful cries as the wind blew through it.

This is the sixth resource point that Wang Yu has raided.

Besides the initial Bloodlust Mine, his Myriad Transformations True Demon Cave Heaven has gained Purple Blood Demon Iron Mine, Evil Marrow Bone Bamboo Forest, Yin Fire Jujube Orchard, and a Lake of Absolute Hatred Water in the past month.

And this final skeletal corpse pit, all of them were eighth-tier resource points, without exception, were all packed up by Wang Yu along with the surrounding world and brought into his inner cave.

These resources are all renewable and have a very stable output. After being integrated into the body's inner sanctum, they significantly enhance the growth of one's original essence.

It can even influence the surrounding area, giving rise to intermediate resource points such as Tier 6 and Tier 5. Obtaining these resources is like getting a golden goose; although they may not be immediately effective, they can provide a steady stream of countless resources.

No matter how you look at it, it's a huge profit.

Right now.

The remaining 70,000 demon soldiers were all well-fed and robust, and even the four Dao-Merging Demon Generals belonging to the Demon Treasury were starting to feel a little uneasy.

There were far too many things, and none of them actually accomplished anything.

I felt a little uneasy.

"Lord Zhenyan, if we continue like this, we'll inevitably encounter experts from the Blood Spirit Royal Family sooner or later, and we haven't managed to get a single resource point from the sect during this time..."

"Don't worry."

Wang Yu waved his hand and spoke righteously.

"We've only been out here for a little over a month, which is theoretically not enough time to take down a resource point. Or... did one of you tip off our leader?"

Upon hearing this, the four Dao-Merging Demon Generals' expressions changed drastically.

"No! My Bone Tower is absolutely loyal!"

"My lord, I'm innocent!"

“Your Majesty Zhenyan is right. In my opinion, General Xie Fang is indeed the most suspicious, as he is the one who shouts the loudest.”

The Demon General named Xie Fang's face darkened.

"Don't spout nonsense here. I'm only doing this for the safety of the Lord. Besides, we do need a resource point to report, otherwise the leader will definitely become suspicious."

"Alright, alright, quiet down." Wang Yu stopped the four people from arguing. He knew to some extent that these demon generals were basically putting on an act for him.

He didn't care how much sincerity was involved.

According to the plan.

He deliberately left a resource point near the Devouring Star Great World, just for the purpose of handing over his orders. As for what he had obtained during this time, that was naturally his private property.

It has nothing to do with the Demon Horn Cult.

"Go to another place, take it, and then go back."

…………

The Primordial Demon Realm, the Great Desolate World.

This realm is the center of the eastern region of the Demon Realm, specifically responsible for the governance of this area, including the borderlands and other realms, and has specially set up patrolling demon armies.

Judging from how easily Wang Yu smuggled himself across, one can guess that this patrolling demon army is dispensable, more nominal than real, and merely exists to fulfill the pretense of rule.

at this time.

Thousands of demons who escaped the massacre while traveling are gathered in the square outside the Lord's Mansion in the Great World of Heavenly Desolation, tearfully denouncing the atrocities committed by the Demon Horn Cult.

"Lord of the Heavenly Wasteland Realm, the Demon Horn Sect has disregarded the dignity of the royal family and sent the late-stage eighth-tier Flame Demon and True Flame King to wipe out our six small forces. We beg you, Lord of the Realm, to uphold justice for us!"

"Yes, judging from the name, the Demon Horn Cult is clearly related to the Sky Horn Demon Clan. They're all remnants, sir!"

Similar remarks continued to echo across the square.

Not long after.

A Golden Demon warrior clad in black armor and wielding a long sword stepped out of the mansion. The moment he coldly surveyed the crowd, the entire plaza fell silent.

This perfectly illustrates what it means to be completely silent in the face of adversity.

This silent intimidation, on the contrary, proved just how deeply the Blood Spirit Demon Clan's iron-fisted rule had penetrated the demonic heart; this power did not seem to be an act.

The Golden Demon Warriors selected a few representatives and waved their hands.

The demons followed them inside shortly after.

Several auras of Mahayana Perfection cultivators flew out from the Realm Lord's Mansion in less than half an hour.

The army is assembled.

They split into eighteen groups and left together, clearly heading to intercept the True Flame King.

…………

a few days later.

Wang Yu has led 50,000 demon troops to capture a relatively small eighth-tier spiritual vein, which is the "mission result" to be handed over to the Demon Horn Sect.

That's just right, as they avoid being caught up with the Heavenly Desolate Demon Army.

That day.

Wang Yu returned to the Devouring Star Imperial Palace to meet the sect leader, Mo Ku. As soon as they met, he patted his chest and said, "Brother, the trip went smoothly. We only used half of the demon army to take over an eighth-order spiritual vein. We haven't touched any of the spoils yet, and we're just waiting for you to distribute the rewards to the brothers!"

Moku stared at him with suspicion.

Assuming the harvest is confirmed, I realize that a month is not enough time to do anything else, and there isn't even enough time to travel.

He had no idea that Wang Yu possessed the Dao Fruit of Space.

Even for someone like Wang, who specializes in the art of travel, a distance that would normally be insurmountable is now just a short while to reach.

Half the demon army's losses are acceptable.

This eighth-order spiritual vein alone can provide top-quality cave dwellings for hundreds of Mahayana cultivators; Wang Yu has indeed made a great contribution.

"Brother, as expected of a prodigy demon clan targeted by the Blood Spirit Royal Family—impressive!"

"I dare not neglect the task my elder brother entrusted to me."

"As you instructed, I have spread the name of my Demon Horn Sect far and wide. Brother, you should hurry up and reward the demon army. But the matter of bestowing favors must not be entrusted to the demons."

"That's true, my brother is right."

Moku hurriedly took a few steps outside, but then stopped.

He turned back and patted Wang Yu on the shoulder, saying earnestly, "I will remember your merits, my brother, and reward you later."

Wang Yu smiled憨厚ly, and the lava magic patterns on his body shone even brighter: "No rush, your words are enough."

Then.

After the Demon Vault left, Wang Yu immediately took out the token of the temporary vice sect leader and went to the treasure vault to retrieve cultivation resources for use, accepting all kinds of world origins without hesitation.

It can even be swallowed on the spot, melting instantly in the mouth.

This unique cultivation experience was a rare treat for Wang Yu. The Origin Demon Realm was indeed a good place for cultivation, with a relatively simple and honest folk culture.

Thus, a month later.

Moku hurriedly summoned the sect's high-ranking members, including Wang Yu, a total of fourteen Mahayana cultivators, hundreds of late-stage Dao Integration cultivators, and tens of thousands of Void Refinement cultivators.

This force may seem powerful, but in reality it's like weeds; if it encounters a truly powerful force in the Demon Realm, it can be easily uprooted.

Wang Yu had already anticipated such an urgent matter.

But he remained completely calm.

At the Mahayana Conference, as soon as Wang Yu sat down, he felt all eyes on him. An old demon in the late Mahayana stage spoke in a gloomy tone.

"True Flame King, what a brilliant tactic."

"The sect leader asked you to go out and attack a resource point. You went and wiped out eight resource points of the Blood Spirit Royal Family, which pushed the Heavenly Desolate Realm Lord to the brink. He had no choice but to send Heavenly Desolate experts to wipe out our sect."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Wang Yu's eyes widened.

He looked like he had been wronged.

"A demon spewing blood!"
"With 50,000 demon soldiers present, the battle was incredibly fierce. How could I possibly have had time to clear out eight resource points?!"

He only cleaned six places.

Another claim was made by a religious sect; that's pure slander!
Of course. That's not how it works; let's first acknowledge that we've been slandered.

Wang Yu continued, "If you have any questions, feel free to ask the soldiers who shed blood for the sect. I am merely following the sect leader's request to spread the sect's reputation."

At that time, another late-stage Mahayana demon rose up.

"Then tell me how you spread the word? Why did the Heavenly Desolate Demon Army specifically name and demand your life, True Flame King?!"

How to promote it?

Wang Yu snorted coldly.

"Naturally, we should spread the word when we have wiped out all the demons in the sect. If one or two lucky ones survive, the name of our sect will spread and attract more like-minded demons to come and serve us."

"This is unreasonable!"

A Golden Ring Demon slammed his fist on the table and stood up.

"This is just your opinion; who knows if it's true or false?"

"Do not believe?"

Wang Yu sneered.

"Go ask those 50,000 demon soldiers. If you can't get any information, search their souls. If you still can't find anything, torture them to extract a confession. Is this how you treat your soldiers, making them bleed and shed tears?"
"I am ashamed to be associated with you, Brother Leader, please speak a fair word!"

These words were spoken.

All the demons' eyes instantly focused on the demon lord sitting on the throne.

His scalp tingled.

He was determined to investigate thoroughly, but he was also afraid that Wang Yu's words would chill the soldiers' hearts. He had already struggled to rise to power, and if he did not have strong enough leadership skills, he would eventually die from the backlash.

Although the sect is facing difficulties at this stage, the addition of strong individuals is even more valuable. A powerful battle is needed to demonstrate to those high and mighty Demon Emperors that they are worthy of being pawns.

therefore.

Wang Yu, the True Flame King, held a significant place in his heart.

In his eyes.

Wang Yu is a powerful expert in the late stage of Mahayana cultivation. After all, to be able to take down an eighth-order spiritual vein one-on-one, he must have driven away the guardian.

With this strength, there is also the existence of the "Phoenix Flame" Dao Fruit.

He is very likely to become the sect's number one henchman. Currently, all the high-ranking members of the sect are in the late stage of Mahayana cultivation and are seeking an opportunity to condense their Dao fruit.

In summary.

Even if Moku suspects Wang Yu, he still needs his combat power on the surface, so how could he do something that would make Moku feel disheartened?

While pondering.

His words defined the nature of the matter.

"Stop arguing. King Zhenyan saved my life, so I am naturally willing to believe him. Besides, he did indeed provide the sect with an eighth-order spiritual vein."

As soon as he said that, everyone else was speechless.

But as the saying goes.

The smaller the temple, the greater the demonic winds. The smaller the power struggle, the more intense the competition for power and profit. This is because the share of benefits is not large enough, so the struggle will inevitably be ruthless.

Wang Yu is gaining momentum and has incurred the wrath of the Blood Spirit Royal Family. The original second and third leaders of the sect will naturally feel dissatisfied.

He then began to arrange for his men to investigate the information about Wang Yu's last trip, determined to find out the truth with such a generous reward.

Judging others by one's own standards, these devils are all seasoned veterans.

They will attack any argument that has even the slightest semblance of validity, relentlessly pursuing it until the very end.

—Bang!
By tapping the table, Moku regained the attention of the demons.

"Let's leave this matter at that and get down to business."

"This time, the Heavenly Desolate Demon Army is determined to annihilate us. This is a crisis, but also an opportunity. Once we get through it, we will surely gain the favor of the Demon Emperor."

The Golden Ring Demon Clan cultivator rolled his eyes.

Yin Ce Ce Dao.

"The eighteen demonic armies are all led by Dao Fruit cultivators. Apart from the sect leader, who among us can handle them?!"

His gaze turned to Wang Yu, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Wang Yu, however, would not tolerate such treatment.

"Why are you being so sarcastic? I'm telling you right now, I can take charge of an entire demon army. Do you dare, you piece of trash, Golden Ring?"

"Don't tell me you only talk the talk, but if you actually fight, it would be a joke if you surrendered immediately."

"How dare you insult me!"

The Golden Ring Demon slammed his fist on the table, unleashing a powerful surge of energy, indicating he was ready to attack.

Wang Yu burst into laughter upon seeing this.

"Brother Leader, how can such a piece of trash govern the sect when he's in a high-ranking position? And these fame-seeking bastards dare to bark and howl like madmen!"

The moment the words fell.

A massive, life-sized fiery hand, infused with the laws of heaven and earth that it had recently been comprehending, transformed the world into a prison with a single grasp, utterly extinguishing the arrogance of the Golden Ring Demon Clan.

His eyes held only awe and fear of the strong.

"—How dare you!"

An old demon, unable to tolerate Wang Yu's arrogance, had barely uttered a word before Wang Yu slapped him so hard he spun like a top.

He crashed headfirst into the palace wall, and couldn't be pried off.

He appeared to be fine, but in reality, he had already fallen into a coma.

These are the two moves.

Instantly, all the Mahayana demons were intimidated, and those who were hostile immediately became quiet and dared not utter a word.

Upon seeing this, Moku's eyes blazed with desire.

“Brother, that’s enough. Since you’re confident, you can lead the 50,000 demon troops, and I’ll bring the total to 100,000.”

"You're in charge of dealing with the force that's coming from the southeast, surrounding us from the borderlands."

"no problem."

Wang Yu nodded in agreement and glared at the Golden Ring Demon Clan.

But they received no response whatsoever.

This is the demon race; they embody the principle of bullying the weak and fearing the strong to the core. When they are evil, they are the most wicked; when they are soft, they are the softest.

It is true that the ancestral system cannot be changed.

Next, wartime communication artifacts will be distributed. These artifacts, which can transmit messages across domains, are high-level resources, and ordinary cultivators would never even have the chance to come into contact with them.

It will only be activated during large-scale racial wars.

The Demon Horn Cult must have obtained these through bribery. After accepting them all, Wang Yu listened to their tactical plans for a while.

Overall.

The Heavenly Desolate Demon Army crushed in, demanding the head of True Flame King. Surely, some old demons within the sect, unable to withstand the pressure, would betray his whereabouts.

therefore.

Wang Yu secretly approached Moku again and took a different route.

Furthermore, after quickly capturing the target, they could switch to supporting other fronts. Moku also had this plan, using himself and Wang Yu as high-end, invincible forces.

but.

Deep down, I was a little worried about whether Wang Yu could withstand it. Those who condense the Dao Fruit are not comparable to ordinary late-stage Mahayana beings.

But the arrow was already on the bowstring and had to be released.

Whether it's a mule or a horse, you'll only know after you've put it to the test.

And so.

A "test" battle, instigated by Wang Yu, is about to begin. (End of Chapter)