What? You opened a resort on the battlefield of all races?

Chapter 240

"Informing Your Majesty the Demon King..."

The Abyss Messenger's voice trembled slightly.

Facing Xilin himself, he didn't even dare to have the thought of lying.

Its withered body clung tightly to the charred rocks, its head seemingly wanting to bury itself in a crack in the ground.

The eerie green flames in his eyes shrank to the size of two soybeans, flickering wildly.

He told everything he knew in detail.

"Your Majesty the Demon King..."

The Abyss Messenger's voice was hoarse, filled with a desperate sob.

"Everything's in chaos... the outer battlefield is completely in disarray!"

"Human counterattack; the outer perimeter and C-level areas have fallen..."

Xilin listened quietly, his expression unchanged, only his dark red eyes grew even deeper.

His face, as hard as if carved by a knife and axe, tilted slightly downwards as he stared at the black robe at his feet.

"So you mean..."

Xilin's voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable sense of pressure, each word spoken with deliberate pause.

"Among the myriad races I left on the battlefield, those below the B-rank were almost completely slaughtered by humans?"

The Abyss Messenger shuddered violently, his head banging against the ground with a loud thud.

"So, humanity has now occupied the C-level and outer areas and is preparing to advance towards the B-level area, is that right?"

Xilin posed another question, his tone laced with a cold mockery.

The Abyss Messenger's body froze completely.

He looked up, his gaunt face contorted with terror and horror.

"Yes……"

The Abyss Messenger squeezed out this single word through clenched teeth, his voice so faint that even he could barely hear it.

But he didn't want to die.

"My Lord Demon King! Please let me explain!"

The Abyss Messenger suddenly straightened up, desperately trying to defend himself and grasp at the last straw.

"This really can't be blamed on my subordinates' incompetence!"

He stretched out his withered finger and pointed to the open space where Luo Yurou and the others had just disappeared.

"As you just saw, the human race now possesses a strange teleportation ability!"

The Abyss Messenger spoke so fast it was like he was pouring beans out, as if he was afraid that Xilin would make a move at any moment.

"They run away when they can't win, faster than jumping frogs in a burrow! We can't stop them at all!"

Xilin did not interrupt him, but simply watched his performance coldly.

Seeing that Xilin did not immediately react, the Abyss Messenger seemed to be encouraged and hurriedly continued to loudly add to the message.

"Furthermore, I've learned that the human squad that just left was able to pinpoint the locations of various races with remarkable accuracy, which is highly unusual!"

"They clearly only possess the strength of the Ninth Heaven Realm, yet they can ignore the natural baleful aura and mist of the battlefield of myriad races, and even see through underground bunkers!"

"Those royalty skilled in concealment are like walking naked in the sun to them—they have absolutely no secrets whatsoever!"

The messenger from the abyss became more and more excited as he spoke.

"besides!"

He slapped his thigh hard, his voice rising again.

"According to reports from the outer battlefields, it seems that the human race is no longer as afraid of the baleful aura as before!"

"In the past, human warriors could not stay on the battlefield for more than a few days before they had to retreat to the rear to eliminate the evil energy."

"But now, not only are they not afraid, they're charging straight into the area where the malevolent energy is strongest!"

"Demon King, the human race must possess some kind of trump card we don't know about! They're cheating!"

After shouting his last words, the Abyss Messenger's chest heaved violently, as if he had drained the last bit of strength from his body.

He lay back down on the ground, panting heavily, awaiting his final judgment.

"Is that so?"

Xilin narrowed his dark red eyes slightly and nodded slowly.

It seems that some variables have indeed emerged on the human side that are beyond his control.

Xilin nodded.

The Abyss Messenger, who was lying on the ground, finally felt his heart, which had been hanging in his throat, fall back into his stomach with a "thud".

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The tense back muscles gradually relaxed, and the eerie green will-o'-the-wisp, which had shrunk to the size of a soybean, began to leap again in its eye socket, regaining some of its vitality.

It seems... I can survive?

The Demon King listened!

As long as the Demon King knows that it was the humans who tricked him, he will definitely not blame him, his loyal messenger!

The Abyss Messenger's lips even twitched upwards uncontrollably, as he prepared to quickly kowtow and express his gratitude.

however.

His head hadn't even kowtowed yet.

"Whoosh—!"

A very faint sound of something cutting through the air suddenly rang out.

Xilin didn't even glance at him, but casually raised his right hand, put his index and middle fingers together, and flicked them lightly in the direction of the Abyss Messenger.

A jet-black demonic aura shot out from Xilin's fingertips.

"Pfft!"

The Abyss Messenger's withered bald head exploded like a watermelon hit by a heavy hammer.

He didn't even have time to say his last words.

Xilin slowly withdrew his finger, his gaze sweeping coldly over the pool of black ash on the ground.

His dark red eyes remained completely still, as if he had merely crushed a noisy bug.

"A useless person who only knows how to make excuses."

Xilin coldly uttered a few words, his tone full of disdain.

After killing the envoy, Xilin did not leave immediately.

He reached out and patted a speck of dust off his black heavy armor, then turned his head and gazed intently at a void on the left side of Broken Soul Cliff.

"You've been watching the show for so long, aren't you going to chat?"

Xilin's voice wasn't loud, but it resonated throughout the space sealed by demonic energy.

The words fell.

The empty space that was originally empty suddenly began to ripple violently like water.

Ripples spread through the space, and amidst the fluctuations, a figure slowly emerged.

As the figure appeared, a male voice, tinged with laziness and mockery, echoed from the bottom of Broken Soul Cliff.

"Xilin, when you and I were vying for control of this battlefield, you made a promise to the Demon Emperor."

The figure took a step, emerging from the void and landing steadily on the charred rocks.

"It doesn't seem to be working well now?"

The figure slowly coalesced into a shape.

He had one hand behind his back, a half-smile playing on his lips.

If Li Junshan, the prefect of Haichuan Prefecture, were here, he would recognize him at a glance.

This figure suddenly appeared, daring to casually banter with the Demon King Xilin.

Aro!