Starting from the imperial palace guards, his clones spread all over the world.

Chapter 707 The Birth of a New Demon Lord!
Deep within the cold, damp cave, the eerie blood well exuded a nauseating stench.

The crimson blood in the well rippled slightly as if it were alive, reflecting the human head floating on it, nourished by muscle tissue.

The dual pupils on the head of the Demon Lord of Wuxu erupted with extreme rage and disbelief, fixed intently on the suddenly appearing witch spirit, its hoarse and distorted voice echoing sharply in the cave:
"How did you manage to find this place?! That's impossible!"

This place was a top-secret location that he had painstakingly searched for. It was located in the far south of Nanzhou, a wild and forbidden area, rarely visited by people, filled with poisonous miasma, and protected by both natural and man-made barriers.

He originally thought he could avoid all eyes and ears here, quietly reshape his physical body with the power of the immortal divine blood, and lie low and wait for an opportunity.

He will surely make a comeback in the future and return to Nanzhou, making all those who betrayed him and were his enemies pay a heavy price!
But who would have thought that this new body had only just painstakingly reconstructed its head and its consciousness was not yet fully stable, yet one of the people he feared and hated the most actually found this top-secret lair with unerring accuracy, like a jackal that smelled blood!
Upon hearing this, Wu Ling let out a contemptuous sneer, which sounded particularly jarring in the empty cave.

She slowly squatted down by the well, her gaze behind the mask like that of a cat toying with its prey, full of mockery.

"Hehe! My good lord, have you been soaking in this dark well for too long? Has your brain gotten waterlogged too?"

Her voice carried a sweet malice:

"Who am I? What kind of infamous reputation do I have in Nanzhou? Don't you know?"

She extended her pale, almost transparent finger and gently touched the head of the Demon Lord of Wuxu:
"The secrets you hold are the envy of the entire Southern Continent; they'd love to tear your skin open and see for themselves."

"And how could I, as your closest imperial advisor, not come... to investigate this thoroughly?"

At this point, Wu Ling gracefully flipped her pale little hand slightly, and in her palm appeared a strange Gu worm the size of a fingernail, with a translucent blue body.

The Gu worm wriggled slightly in her palm, emitting a hissing sound that was almost imperceptible to the human ear but could be sensed by specific objects.

As the mother Gu called out, a smaller, bluish Gu worm, about the size of a grain of rice and almost blending into the color of the rock, quickly crawled out from the shadows of a nearby crevice.

It nimbly climbed onto the witch's palm, then burrowed under the slightly larger blue Gu worm's abdomen, clinging tightly as if a child returning to its mother's embrace.

"Mother-Child Gu?!"

The Demon Lord of Wuxu's double pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a pinhead, and horror and rage instantly overwhelmed his consciousness!

He understood everything in an instant!
"Witch Spirit! You vile slave! How dare you... how dare you secretly hide a venomous insect on my body!!"

The Mother-Child Gu is an extremely secretive and insidious type of Gu magic in the Southern Continent.

The larvae are tiny and difficult to detect; in their early stages, they are even difficult to see with the naked eye. They can attach themselves to clothing or even skin and hair without being noticed.

The mother insect, on the other hand, can clearly sense the location of her offspring across vast distances.

When the witch spirit feigned submission and served him, she had already secretly planted this insidious substance on his body!
When he escaped to this place and thought he was safe, the hidden larvae had already silently transmitted the coordinates of this place!

As if admiring a fine work of art, Wu Ling toyed with the pair of intertwined blue Gu worms in her palm, emitting a silvery, yet chilling, laugh:
"Hehe! You only realize it now? Too bad, it's too late!"

She turned her gaze back to the head twisted in rage within the blood well, her tone filled with inquiry and mockery:

"However, who could have imagined that our majestic lord would possess such heaven-defying 'indestructible divine power'!"

"As long as you leave enough of your own blood beforehand, even if you die and your soul is destroyed in the future, you can be reborn and reconstruct your physical body from this blood, and even your memories and consciousness can be fully restored!"

Her voice suddenly rose, filled with the excitement of discovering a shocking secret:

"This divine power is ancient and rare. I'm afraid even those old shamans on Mount Ling who claim to be knowledgeable in all things don't know its secrets!"

"But what a coincidence..."

The witch drew out her words, a cruel smile curving her lips beneath the mask:
"I have a particular fondness for studying these strange and unusual things, and exploring the hidden knowledge that has been buried by time and is unknown to the world."

"Perfect timing! I once saw a detailed description of this 'undying divine power' in a rare manuscript left by an ancient shaman!"

Her gaze swept across the head of the Demon Lord of Wuxu like a scalpel:

"Those who possess this divine power are born with double pupils in their eyes. Their comprehension and cultivation speed of martial arts and martial intent far surpasses that of ordinary people, as if the rules of heaven and earth are especially favoring them."

"After discovering the secret of your double pupils, I've been wondering where someone as cunning and suspicious as you would hide your precious blood that's crucial to resurrection?"

The witch clapped her hands, as if in praise:

"You really didn't disappoint me. You've set up a total of seventeen fake tombs, like a cunning rabbit with three burrows! Each one is very serious and full of traps. I've been searching for a long time these past few days and I almost fell for your tricks."

Her tone suddenly turned cold, carrying a teasing quality, like a cat playing with a mouse:

"Fortunately, perseverance pays off. This mother-child Gu finally led me to my beloved sovereign who is striving to be 'reborn'!"

At this point, Wu Ling stretched out her slender fingers and actually probed directly into the viscous, scarlet blood well, casually stirring it a couple of times, causing the blood to gurgle uncomfortably.

She said with a grin:

"Hehe! Although the blood of the immortal gods is of special nature and does not easily dry up, to accumulate enough to fill such a large well... Your Majesty, you have probably been secretly accumulating it for many years, haven't you?"

She tilted her head, her tone full of sarcasm:
“Every now and then, I have to come to this godforsaken place alone, endure the pain of bleeding, and year after year, it is only then that it has reached the scale it is today.”

"Your Majesty is truly... capable of enduring what ordinary people cannot! I have to admire your perseverance."

A deep sense of panic finally welled up in the eyes of the Demon Lord of Wuxu.

He now has only a head, powerless to resist, like a fish on a chopping board, completely at the mercy of others!

When faced with life and death, one has to set aside one's past arrogance and dignity.

He forced a smile that was extremely awkward, even obviously ingratiating, and his voice softened:

"Witch... Witch Spirit Grand Preceptor, you're joking... Back then, if it weren't for the Grand Preceptor's all-out help, extending a helping hand when I was down on my luck and on the verge of death, I would probably have been left to rot in the wilderness, becoming food for wild beasts in these vast mountains."

"I have always kept in mind the great kindness of the Imperial Preceptor in giving me a second chance at life, and I have never dared to forget it."

Seeing that Wu Ling remained unmoved, he quickly changed the subject and threw out what he thought was the biggest bait:

"However, although the Imperial Advisor has calculated flawlessly and found this place, you would never guess where my indestructible divine power comes from!"

"That's a shocking secret, an ancient ruin that holds boundless possibilities and power!"

He emphasized his words, his tone becoming increasingly seductive:

"If the Imperial Preceptor is willing to show mercy and help me rebuild my physical body and make a comeback, I swear in the name of the Demon God that I will share with the Imperial Preceptor the secrets of the source of this immortal divine power!"

"When we join forces, what will prevent us from achieving our great cause?!"

The Demon Lord of Wuxu knew very well that if he wanted to survive from this ruthless woman, he had to show enough sincerity.

And this source of divine power is his only and greatest bargaining chip at the moment!

Upon hearing this, Wu Ling's eyes flashed with a cold light. Instead of being moved in the slightest, she reached out and slapped Wu Xu Demon Lord's cold cheeks hard in an almost insulting manner, making a soft "slap slap" sound.

"My good lord, do you think I don't know your character?"

Her voice was icy cold:

"You're an ungrateful wretch who can never be satisfied! Ingratitude is your true nature!"

"Share secrets with you? I'm afraid the day after I help you rebuild your body, you'll try every means to skin me alive, tear me apart, and devour me whole, leaving not even bones behind!"

Humiliated in this way by the "lowly slave" he once regarded as worthless, the Demon Lord of Wuxu's eyes instantly surged with violent rage.

But he knew the situation was beyond his control, so he could only suppress his anger and maintain that twisted, ingratiating smile.

"Grand Preceptor! I was foolish before and have wronged you in some ways! But times have changed! We now share common interests!"

He attempted to analyze the situation and win over the witch spirit:

"You're all alone here now, it seems your end isn't going to be good either. Let me guess... after I die, that vile Queen Yaoshui must have immediately sided with the Great Teacher of Virtue, wagging her tail and begging for mercy, right?"

He thought he had grasped the key point, and his tone became confident:

"And that Great Teacher, in order to control Nanzhou without bloodshed, will surely choose to protect Queen Yaoshui and stabilize the situation!"

"You wanted to take revenge on that vile woman, but you were stopped by the Great Teacher of Virtue. Unable to get what you wanted, you had no choice but to come to me, right?"

The more the Demon Lord of Wuxu spoke, the more convinced he became of his guess, a hint of smugness flashing in his double pupils:
"Queen Yaoshui and the Great Sage Teacher are now our common enemies!"

"Grand Preceptor, you can rest assured. As long as you help me this time, once I recover my strength, we can join forces and make you avenge your humiliation!"

however.

When Wu Ling heard his "reasonable" speculation, it was as if she had heard the funniest joke in the world. She suddenly burst into a loud and exaggerated laugh!

"Hahahaha-!"

She laughed so hard she almost couldn't straighten up, and tears seeped from the edge of her mask.

Having finally managed to stop laughing, Wu Ling wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and looked at Wu Xu Demon Lord with an expression as if he were a fool, her tone full of mockery:

"My good lord, you are sorely mistaken this time! The Great Teacher of Wisdom has no desire for that vile Queen Yaoshui to submit!"

Her voice trembled strangely, a mixture of pride and complex emotions:

"He...is firmly on my side! He shielded me from that bitch's kneeling and watched me personally settle that score!"

The Demon Lord of Wuxu screamed, his double pupils filled with a sense of absurdity:

"impossible!!"

"What makes the Great Teacher of Virtue? If he wants to control Nanzhou at the lowest possible cost, he must accept the surrender of the Queen of Yaoshui!"

"She is not only a second-rank martial artist, a force to be reckoned with, but also a beauty of unparalleled grace; any man would be captivated by her!"

"He has no reason to refuse! Absolutely none!"

He stared intently at the witch spirit, trying to find a flaw:
"If he really is helping you, then why are you here alone? You should be by his side, enjoying the fruits of victory!"

Wu Ling laughed even harder, her laughter carrying a kind of catharsis that even she herself might not fully understand.

Yes.

In this world where profit reigns supreme and the strong prey on the weak, who would believe that someone would actually be willing to give up enormous profits within reach and the embrace of a stunningly beautiful queen for a seemingly empty "promise" and "friendship"?

If she hadn't experienced it firsthand and witnessed Liang Jin's seemingly indifferent yet firm attitude, she would never have believed it.

She stopped laughing, but her voice lowered, carrying a rare, almost dreamlike tone:
"The Great Teacher... He never imagined that the enemy he personally annihilated would have such a bizarre backup plan, hiding in this dark and sunless place like a cockroach in a sewer, attempting to make a comeback."

She raised her head, her gaze seemingly piercing through the cave walls, looking towards the distant Central Plains:

“I should have gone with him… but to follow him empty-handed, just for his protection, would be too insincere, and I would only be looked down upon by him in the future.”

Her gaze gradually sharpened and hardened, carrying a resolute determination born of desperation:

"So, I have to stay. I have to help him completely eliminate the biggest hidden danger that he can't see! Then, I'll take what he wants and go see him!"

"In that case... he will definitely be very grateful to me, will truly respect me, and will treat me as... a partner with whom he can have an equal dialogue."

In the end, Wu Ling's eyes were filled with endless longing and a hint of humble expectation that she herself was unaware of.

Upon hearing this, the Demon Lord of Wuxu felt his heart sink completely. He let out a final low growl, attempting a last-ditch effort:

"Witch Spirit! Wake up! Whatever you want, I can give you!"

"Divine power! The secret of divine power! Supreme strength! Unparalleled authority! We can fight for this Southern Continent, and even the entire world! I can share all of these with you!"

His voice was hoarse with despair:
"If you kill me today, you will be cutting off your own arm!"

"That so-called 'wise teacher' is the one truly harboring evil intentions; he's just using you! Once you're no longer of value, he'll discard you like trash! Don't be fooled by his hypocrisy! Don't choose the wrong path and ruin yourself!!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Ling's eyes narrowed sharply, like two poisoned ice blades, and she stabbed fiercely at Wu Xu Demon Lord!

The expression on her face became extremely distorted and ferocious due to the accumulated hatred and anger, and there was no trace of her previous playfulness!

"You filthy creature, worse than a pig or a dog! Even on the verge of death, you still dare to sow discord here?!"

Her voice was so sharp it almost pierced the air, filled with boundless hatred.

"Do you really think that I came here just to watch you reshape your body like a maggot?"

Wu Ling suddenly reached out and grabbed the Wuxu Demon Lord's wet hair, roughly lifting his head directly out of the blood well!

The dark red muscles that writhed like roots beneath the head were ripped straight out of the blood, making a sickening "thud" sound, as if they were about to break at any moment.

"Witch Spirit! What do you want to do?! Release me!!"

The Demon Lord of Wuxu screamed in terror, his head shaking futilely in mid-air.

Wu Ling's face was icy cold as she said sternly:
"Open your dog eyes wide and see clearly! See how I will steal this 'gift' of divine power from you!"

Before she finished speaking, Wu Ling suddenly aimed her other free hand at the blood well below!
The immense internal force surged forth like a burst dam, instantly engulfing the entire well opening! An invisible, enormous pressure suddenly descended, compressing the space inside the well!
The immense pressure brought with it a terrifyingly high temperature that soared dramatically!
The crimson blood in the well began to churn and boil rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Bubbles kept rising and bursting, releasing a thick, bloody steam!
Under extreme high temperature and pressure, the moisture and impurities in that divine blood, which is not easy to dry, begin to be forcibly separated and vaporized!
"Stop! Stop it!!"

"You ungrateful, lowly slave! Stop right now!!"

The Demon Lord of Wuxu let out a mournful wail. He could clearly feel his connection with the blood in the well being forcibly severed and purified!
That was the foundation of his resurrection, the source of his power!

Why would the witch spirit heed his howls?
A cruel yet gleeful smile played on her lips as she channeled her inner energy with ever greater force.

The blood well boiled even more violently, and crimson steam filled the entire cave, making the air thick and scorching.

As impurities are continuously vaporized and evaporated, the water level in the well drops rapidly, soon leaving less than half of its original level!
Upon seeing this, the Demon Lord of Wuxu was utterly desperate.

Wu Ling was not bluffing; she truly saw through the origin and key to her divine power!
He could no longer care about saving face or dignity, and pleaded desperately with a sob in his voice:
"Witch Spirit Grand Master! Witch Spirit! Please! Stop!"

"If you spare me, I'm willing to be your slave! I'm willing to serve you as my master!"

"I know many secrets, the locations of many treasures! And the source of my divine power! I'll tell you everything! I only beg you to spare my life!!"

However, Wu Ling merely watched indifferently as the blood in the well, refined by the ultimate internal energy, became increasingly scarce and pure...

Finally, the boiling sound gradually subsided, and the lingering steam slowly dissipated.

At the bottom of the well, there was no more liquid to be seen, only a drop of blood, about the size of a longan, crystal clear, shining like the purest ruby, lying there quietly.

Its interior seems to shimmer with a hazy glow, radiating an ancient and magnificent life force.

With a flick of her wrist, Wu Ling channeled her inner energy, which enveloped the radiant drop of blood, causing it to float lightly over and hover above her pale palm.

"This is what you rely on... the essence of the gods."

She gazed with satisfaction at the drop of essence in her palm, which contained the secret of immortality, her eyes sparkling with wonder.

She tilted her head slightly, seemingly deep in thought, and muttered to herself:
“Originally, giving this drop of divine blood to the Great Teacher to enhance his divine power would have been the best gift. He would have been very happy and would have remembered my kindness forever…”

But then she shook her head, her tone tinged with regret:
"But it's a pity... He already possesses two different divine powers. If a third were forcibly added, the conflicting attributes would not only be useless but would also harm him. How could I... do something to harm him?"

Her gaze hardened and burned again as she looked down at the ashen head in her hand, a familiar, wicked smile returning to her lips.
"Since that's the case... hehe! My good lord, then I'll just have to... accept this final 'gift' from you!"

After saying that, Wu Ling opened her cherry-like mouth without hesitation, sent out her inner force, and swallowed the crystal-clear divine blood that contained the hope of resurrection of the Wuxu Demon Lord and the source of all his power!

Then, as if discarding a piece of trash, she casually tossed the utterly dull and ashen head of the Demon Lord of Wuxu onto the ground.

He then sat down cross-legged on the spot, formed hand seals, closed his eyes and concentrated, as if he had instantly entered a profound state of introspection and refinement.

At this moment, the Demon Lord of Wuxu seemed to have all his energy drained away. The expression on his head was frozen in extreme fear and resentment, and his eyes quickly dimmed.

With his last ounce of strength, he uttered a weak, venomous curse:
"Witch Spirit...you...you will not die a good death..."

"I curse you...you will surely be...betrayed by all...and despised by ten thousand..."

"And will surely suffer... betrayal by the great and virtuous teacher... and will not... die a good death..."

After uttering the last word with difficulty, the light in his eyes completely vanished, leaving them empty.

The head seemed to lose all support in an instant, and the skin turned gray and lost its elasticity at a visible speed, even faintly exuding a putrid smell, as if it had been dead for several days.

The muscles and tissues connecting to the lower part of the head also withered and shriveled rapidly, eventually turning into ashes and falling to the ground in a flurry.

The entire cave fell into a deathly silence, with only the even and deep breathing of the witch spirit remaining.

I don't know how much time passed, maybe just the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, or maybe longer.

The witch spirit, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, suddenly opened her eyes!
What's shocking is that her originally clear and bright eyes have now undergone a strange change!

The black pupil began to tremble slightly, and then, like cell division, a second, slightly smaller pupil slowly condensed next to the original pupil!

Double pupils!

She also possessed the same double pupils as the Demon Lord of Wuxu!

However, her double pupils appeared even more profound and eerie in the dim light, as if they contained endless secrets and dangers.

"Whee!"

As the witch sensed the immense power surging within her, so different from before, and the vague insights into undying divine power that had appeared in her mind, she couldn't help but let out a joyful chuckle:

"This divine power... it really is a wonderful thing!"

She stood up, stretched her limbs, and felt the changes in her body, her eyes sparkling with excitement:
"It seems that from now on, I will have to learn from the Demon Lord of Wuxu and find a secluded and safe place to bleed out some blood from time to time to store it up."

"This way, even if I accidentally die in the future, I'll have a chance to rebuild my physical body. It's wonderful!"

She walked up to the head of the Demon Lord of Wuxu, which was mostly rotten and revealed its white bones, disdainfully poked at it with her toe, and then bent down and picked it up.

"However, merely eliminating this potential threat to the Great Teacher is not a sufficient gift."

The witch muttered to herself, her double pupils flashing with ambition and calculation:

We need to prepare another 'big gift' for him.

She carried the rapidly decaying head towards the cave exit, her voice echoing softly within the cave:

"For my sake, he rejected that vile Queen Yaoshui's offer of allegiance and gave up the opportunity to easily control Nanzhou..."

"The power and territory that the vile woman can give him, I, Wuling... can give him the same! In fact, I will give him even more!"

Outside the cave, there was not a single person.

Outside the cave, a large, dark mass of people had gathered in the open space.
Most of them were shirtless, revealing bronze or dark, muscular skin, with only rough animal hides or linen covering their lower bodies.

Their faces, chests, and arms were covered with hideous tattoos made of natural pigments, resembling the fangs of wild beasts or bizarre totems.

They wore heavy necklaces around their necks made of wild beast fangs, raptor claws, and even tiny human skulls, and their thick arms were adorned with smooth, polished bone rings.

In his hand he held a sharp spear that was over ten feet long. The shaft was made of sturdy solid bamboo, while the spearhead was carefully polished from obsidian.

This group of people were none other than the once feared Owl Warriors!

Behind the owl warriors followed more barbarian warriors, each with different attire but equally exuding wildness and ferocity.

They came from different villages, but now they had all gathered here, their eyes fixed on the shaman who had emerged from the cave.

The witch spirit remained expressionless.

Amidst the gazes of the crowd, filled with confusion, anger, or anticipation, she raised her hand high and then forcefully threw the rotten, almost unrecognizable head of the Demon Lord of Wuxu onto the muddy ground beneath their feet!
"Pfft!"

The head hit the ground, and the already fragile flesh and bones could not withstand the impact, causing a section to collapse instantly.

After rolling around a few times, to everyone's horrified gaze, it completely shattered and weathered, turning into a pool of dark brown dust and broken bones, mixed in the mud, and could no longer be seen from its former appearance!

"hiss--!"

All the barbarians involuntarily gasped.

Immediately, countless gazes filled with anger and killing intent shot towards the witch spirit like sharp arrows!

"Witch Spirit!! How dare you betray the King!!"

The Owl Warrior leader stepped forward, his obsidian spear pointing directly at the Witch Spirit, his voice trembling with rage.

"Did you summon us here today just so we could witness your crime of regicide?!"

Another barbarian chieftain from a village roared, his face contorted with rage as the hideous tattoos on his face twisted in fury.

"Our lord originally intended to lead us to conquer all tribes, seize countless riches, grains, and slaves! So that our people would never have to suffer from hunger and cold again!"

"You betrayed him! You murdered him! You destroyed our hope! We must avenge our lord!!!"

"Kill her! Use her blood to appease the emperor!!"

……

In an instant, the crowd surged with anger. The barbarian warriors from various villages were filled with rage, and their primal killing intent spread like a tangible force, chilling to the bone.

These barbarian tribes, who still retain the customs of eating raw meat and drinking blood, and even cannibalism, can unleash a ferocious aura that is enough to shatter the hearts and minds of those with weak wills!
however.

Faced with this raging tide of doubt and murderous intent, Wu Ling remained unmoved, her expression unchanged, not even a flicker of emotion in her eyes.

She simply raised her hand slightly, pointed to her eyes, and the corners of her mouth curled back into that signature, wicked smile:
"Hehe! You fools, why don't you... take a closer look!"

Upon hearing this, the barbarians suppressed their anger and stared intently into her eyes.

When those double pupils clearly came into their view, it was as if an invisible thunderclap exploded above the heads of all the barbarians!
"what!!!"

"Double pupils! It's double pupils!!"

"This...how is this possible?!"

……

Many people gasped in shock, taking a step back in fear, their faces filled with disbelief.

Some barbarians from smaller tribes, filled with a primitive awe of "divine power," were so frightened that their legs went weak and they knelt down with a "thud," bowing and worshipping in the direction of the shaman, chanting incantations as if they had witnessed a divine miracle!

Every barbarian's eyes were filled with utter horror and shock!
"You...you have already..."

The leader of Owl Cave spoke in a hoarse voice, his fingers trembling slightly as he pointed at Wu Ling.

Wu Ling clapped her hands, as if she had done something insignificant, her tone carrying both approval and unquestionable authority:
"That's right! I have personally killed the Demon Lord of Wuxu, and... successfully seized his immortal divine power!"

She surveyed the intimidated barbarians before her, her voice suddenly rising, filled with inflammatory rhetoric and ambition:

"What he couldn't do, the great achievements he couldn't complete, from this day forward, will be inherited by me, Wu Ling! I will lead you to accomplish them!"

Her gaze swept over the rugged faces covered in tattoos:
“The hundred tribes of the Southern Continent, those self-proclaimed civilized fellows, they look down on my Wuling, regarding me as an evil and ominous person; and they despise you Dong people, whom they regard as ‘barbarians’ and ‘savages’!”

The witch opened her arms wide, and flames seemed to burn in her double pupils:
"But if you are willing to submit to me and serve me as your master, I will lead you, with your spears and battle cries, to conquer them! To raze their cities to the ground! To plunder their wealth, food, and women! To make the entire Southern Continent tremble beneath our feet!!"

In the end, Wu Ling no longer suppressed her aura. A powerful divine force, though weaker than that of the Demon Lord Wuxu in his prime, but of the same origin and possessing the characteristic of immortality, was released in a thunderous burst, mixed with her original cold and eerie aura!
This powerful and familiar force pressed down on the hearts of all the barbarians like a mountain!
Feeling the irresistible awe and fear that came from the depths of their blood, and sensing the divine power that was no different from that of the Demon Lord of Wuxu, all the barbarians understood that the source of the power had not changed, but had only been given a more powerful and ruthless wielder!
The Owl Cave leader was the first to recover from the enormous shock, and the anger and doubt in his eyes were quickly replaced by a fanatical submission!

He abruptly knelt on one knee, slamming his obsidian spear heavily onto the ground with a dull thud, and shouted with all his might:

"It's true! You really have obtained this supreme divine power!"

"From now on, you will be our new Demon Lord!!"

"The entire Owl Cave pays homage to the Demon Lord! We are willing to die for the Demon Lord!!"

With Owl Cave's submission, the remaining barbarian tribes of the other villages no longer hesitated. Like toppled dominoes, they all knelt on the ground, a dark mass, and roared deafeningly towards the direction of the shaman:

"Greetings, Demon Lord!!"

"I am willing to follow the Demon Lord and sweep across the Southern Continent!!"

The crushing defeat at Yaoshui City left them like stray dogs, fleeing back to the mountains in panic, believing their dream of conquest had been shattered.

Today, the Witch Spirit has summoned them here, demonstrating even greater power through the cruel method of regicide and power seizure, and promising an even more alluring future, reigniting the wild flames in their hearts!

Wu Ling looked with satisfaction at the barbarian warriors kneeling at his feet, feeling the exhilaration of holding power.

With the help of these fearless and savage barbarians, she will soon be able to rebuild a demon army!
This time, however, there was no longer a major threat like the Queen of Yaoshui within the Southern Continent.

She will be able to lead this newly formed force to sweep across the entire Southern Continent with overwhelming force, bringing this land under her complete control!
However, Wu Ling's gaze seemed to pierce through the layers of mountains and endless rain, directed towards the distant north, the direction her heart longed for.

In his double pupils, the sharp ambition was gradually replaced by a complex gentleness, filled with persistence and expectation.

"Great Master..."

She murmured softly, her voice so low that only she could hear it:
"On your side, the decisive battle with the imperial court... is about to begin, isn't it?"

A warm smile unconsciously appeared on her lips, a stark contrast to her previous cold and cruel demeanor.

"Don't worry, I won't keep you waiting too long..."

"Once I've pacified the Southern Province and consolidated my forces, I'll soon be heading to the Central Plains to help you!"

"If I could lead a massive army to your side when you need me most, helping you secure victory..."

"By then, you will surely... truly and completely accept me, won't you?"

The wind outside the cave blew her black feathered robe, making it flutter loudly.

(End of this chapter)