After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

It looks intimidating, but it might be as fragile as paper in a fight.

Zhou Ran calmed her breathing and looked up out the window.

How many men did Yan Lie bring?

Wu Heng replied:

"The three thousand elite Dark Armor Guards are all the core personal guards of the Zhenbei Warlord's Mansion. Among them, there are three hundred and sixty people in the Nascent Soul Realm, twelve people in the Void Refinement Realm, and two people in the Integration Realm."

"Yan Lie himself was seriously injured, but his Blood Fiend Battle Halberd is still intact."

"That is a demonic weapon bestowed by the Grand Duke of Bone Devouring. If it is enhanced by a great formation, it can slay a combined entity."

Xiao Rou squatted down beside her, stuffed the Demon Infant Fruit back into the jade box, and whispered, "Master, there are so many of them."

Zhou Ran glanced at her.

"It's easier to do things with more people."

Qin San frowned: "Master, you cannot make a move now."

Zhou Ran remained calm.

"Then I'll take Xuan Ying and Gu Li and break out first, and capture Yan Lie while he's injured."

Zhou Ran shook his head.

"Once you make a move, Tun Gu will realize I'm weak."

"Everyone is gambling now."

"Yan Lie bets that I won't dare to show my face, Tun Gu bets that I only obtained what Ye Futian left behind, and the forces in Black Wind City bet on who will survive in the end."

Zhou Ran raised his right hand, and a piece of dark gold bone appeared in his palm.

This bone fragment is no bigger than the palm of your hand, with broken edges, but its surface is naturally covered with dark lines.

This is no ordinary demon bone.

That night, Fu Tian left behind the original bone.

It was also the original source of the primordial demonic energy within Zhou Ran's body.

When the bone fragments appeared, the light in the entire secret chamber dimmed.

Xuan Ying and Gu Li lowered their heads at the same time, their breathing suddenly becoming rapid.

Their demonic blood stagnated within their bodies, and an uncontrollable instinct for submission surfaced deep within their bones.

Wu Heng lay directly on the ground, his forehead pressed tightly against the stone bricks, his body trembling uncontrollably.

He finally understood why Ming Sha had died so quickly.

This is not because Zhou Ran's realm is particularly high.

Instead, this young man holds the most unreasonable thing in the demon realm.

The origin of the Demon Emperor.

"Your Majesty..." Wu Heng's voice trembled, "You intend to use this bone?"

Zhou Ran did not answer.

He raised his hand and summoned the fragments of the Grand Commander's Seal that had been shattered by the lightning tribulation, which flew out of his storage space.

The token was completely destroyed.

But among the fragments, a trace of the spirit of the Grand Commander of the Underworld's decree remained.

Zhou Ran didn't touch it.

Because once this thing is used up, it's really gone.

But now, we have no choice but to use it.

He stretched out his hand, his five fingers closing together.

The dark gold demon bone hung in his left palm.

The Grand Commander ordered the fragments to be suspended in his right palm.

On one side is the Demon Realm's imperial power.

On one side are the laws and decrees of the underworld.

A cold glint appeared in Zhou Ran's eyes.

"Didn't Yan Lie want to see me?"

"Then let him see it clearly."

"Does he even deserve to see him?"

Zhou Ran clasped his hands together.

Amidst a thunderous roar, the three-tiered, sky-covering array on the top floor of the inn simultaneously lit up.

It was neither purple light nor blood light.

Instead, a pure, dark beam of light shot into the sky from within the Magic Crystal Inn, forcefully tearing through the clouds above Black Wind City.

A dark beam of light pierced the sky.

The three thousand dark-armored soldiers approaching from outside the city all looked up.

Yan Lie's expression froze.

He saw a towering phantom appear within the dark pillar of light.

The phantom stood in the sky, with rolling dark demonic clouds beneath its feet and an endless mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood hanging behind it.

He was clad in tattered dark armor, and in his left hand he gripped a black blade that stretched across the sky.

His right hand hung down at his side.

It was just a phantom.

However, it caused all the demons outside Blackwind City to feel their blood stagnate at the same time.

The two-horned demonic unicorn beneath Yan Lie was the first to give way, its four hooves buckling as it collapsed to its knees.

Caught off guard, Yan Lie fell off Mo Lin's back.

Just as he was about to get up, the phantom of the Demon Emperor in the sky slowly lowered its head.

Those eyes fell down.

No emotions.

There was no intent to kill.

I only glanced at it.

puff!

Among the three thousand black-armored soldiers, hundreds simultaneously coughed up black blood.

The weapons in the hands of the Nascent Soul Realm guards fell one after another, their knees hitting the ground with a series of dull thuds.

The twelve Void Refinement Commanders were deathly pale as they desperately tried to boost their cultivation to resist the suppression emanating from the very end of their bloodlines.

But as soon as they activated their demonic energy, their meridians shattered inch by inch.

"Night... Night betrays the heavens..."

A Void Refinement Commander knelt on the ground, squeezing out a few words.

"It really is the Demon Emperor..."

Yan Lie supported himself with his battle halberd and knelt on the ground.

His crimson crystal left eye kept flashing, as if he were frantically analyzing something.

But he couldn't understand it.

He could clearly sense that the young man in the inn was only at the Nascent Soul stage.

But the phantom in the sky was the genuine source of the Demon Emperor.

That kind of suppression, which comes from the very bottom of one's bloodline, cannot be faked.

unless……

Yan Lie suddenly looked up.

Unless Ye Futian never died at all.

He simply changed his body.

The thought had barely formed when the phantom of the Demon Emperor in the sky raised his hand.

He did not swing his sword.

He simply pointed his index finger lightly in the direction of Yan Lie.

Yan Lie froze completely.

He felt as if his soul was being gripped by an invisible hand, and even his breathing stopped.

Inside the inn, Zhou Ran's voice, calm and clear, traveled through the great formation throughout Black Wind City.

"Yan Lie".

"You send me the Soul-Locking Nails."

"Now, they've brought troops to seize my sword."

"What do you think I should do with you?"

Yan Lie's Adam's apple bobbed.

He looked up at the towering phantom and finally could no longer hold on.

boom!

The warlord of Zhenbei, who had previously been plotting Zhou Ran's life and death in the warlord's mansion, knelt heavily on both knees, his forehead slamming onto the black stone ground outside the city.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me!"

"Your subordinate was misled by a villain and was unaware of His Majesty's return, thus committing a grave error!"

"The matter of the Soul-Locking Nails was due to my own madness!"

"Your Majesty, I am willing to surrender all military power of the Zhenbei Military Command, the Thunder-Attracting Platform, and the Earth Fire Mine, in exchange for your life!"

The three thousand black-armored soldiers behind him also fell down at the same time.

"Please forgive me, Your Majesty!"

The sound soared into the sky, only to be suppressed by the black pillar of light in the heavens.

In Blackwind City, countless leaders of various factions hiding in the shadows turned pale.

Kuishan of the Beast Bone Society stood under the eaves, still clutching a magic crystal he hadn't had time to give away.

He was suddenly relieved that he had only lost a Star Transformation Grass.

At least they're still alive.

On the top floor of the inn, Zhou Ran's face was frighteningly pale.

Maintaining the towering phantom of the Demon Emperor almost drained the power he had just recovered.

A fine crack had appeared in the primordial bone in his palm.

But his voice remained steady.

"Go back."

"Hold the north gate."

"If the army of the Bone Devourer sets foot in Black Wind City, I will first wipe out your entire Zhenbei Warlord Mansion."

Yan Lie suddenly looked up.

He did not hear of a pardon.

But the word "death" was not heard.

This is enough.

"Yes, sir!"

Yan Lie practically crawled to his feet.

He gripped the Blood Fiend Halberd, turned to look at the three thousand black-armored soldiers behind him, his voice hoarse.

"All troops, listen to my command!"

"Turn around and head back to the North Gate!"

"No one is allowed to approach within a hundred feet of the Magic Crystal Inn. Anyone who disobeys will be executed!"

The three thousand black-armored soldiers turned around in a sorry state.

But they had only walked less than a hundred feet when the sky and earth suddenly darkened.

It's not the dark cloud over Blackwind City.

Instead, the sky above was completely obscured by a vast shadow.

Everyone looked up.

At the edge of the sky, massive black warships, as large as mountains, were slowly approaching through the churning demonic clouds.

On every warship flew the black flag of the Bone-Swallowing Duke.

Behind the warship were countless demonic soldiers.

An army of 100,000.

Cover the sky.

On the bow of the largest flagship, a tall figure slowly rose.

He was draped in a white bone royal robe, with a pair of jet-black bone horns on his head and nine black magic rings that devoured all light hanging behind him.

The Bone-Swallowing Grand Duke.

Arrived.