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

Chapter 243

The figure of Demon King Xilin appeared in the resort's teleportation plaza.

He stopped, his nostrils flared slightly, and he took a deep breath.

Immediately afterwards, Xilin's brows furrowed deeply.

"The aura of the abyss... has been completely blocked."

Xilin murmured softly, his voice revealing an undisguised astonishment.

He looked up and glanced around.

Against the backdrop of the oppressive gray-black of the battlefields of the heavens, the sky here is eerily clear.

The air was not filled with any malevolent energy, but rather with streams of extremely pure energy.

That is the Yuan energy used by humans for cultivation.

This made the demon king, who was used to the demonic energy of the abyss, feel an indescribable awkwardness and disgust.

Xilin snorted coldly and suppressed the restless demonic energy within his body.

He strode forward, walking along the edge of the square.

He had only taken two steps when the scene before him brought him to an abrupt halt.

Not far away is a large open-air plaza.

At this moment, the square was bustling with noise and activity.

Hundreds of human warriors were gathered in small groups, loudly calling out to form teams and trade.

But this is not the reason why Xilin stopped.

His gaze was fixed intently on the "pets" beside those martial artists.

There stood a large human man with a full beard, holding a palm-sized statue in his hand.

As the burly man poured his inner energy into the statue, a dazzling light burst forth from its surface.

In the light, flesh and blood grew, and bones grew taller.

In just a few seconds, an iron-armed bear, over five meters long and covered in thick rock armor, appeared right next to the big man.

Iron-Armed Bears are a notoriously ferocious race on the battlefield of all races, known for their immense strength and irrational destructive desires.

Xilin's red eyes suddenly lit up, instinctively thinking that the Iron-Armed Bear would slap the bearded man's head to pieces.

However, what happened the next second almost made the demon king's eyes pop out.

The massive Iron-Armed Bear didn't go berserk; instead, it obediently lowered its head and rubbed its enormous head, enough to smash through a city wall, against the bearded man's palm.

The big man patted the back of the Iron-Armed Bear's head, then flipped over and leaped onto its neck.

Iron-Armed Bear let out a deep, submissive grumble, and with its strong limbs, carried the big man steadily into the distance.

It's not just Iron-Armed Bear.

Xilin turned his stiff neck and looked at other corners of the square.

The thorny-feathered creature with bony spurs was obediently folding its wings, allowing several young human warriors to stroke its back.

The cunning Bloodweb Spider was lying on the ground, obediently serving as a temporary seat for the human.

Even the most hot-tempered Fiery Lion squatted at its master's feet, panting and drooling, like a little dog wagging its tail.

???

who am I?

where am I?

Am I the Demon King or are you the Demon King?

Why are all the races I created treated like pets here?

Xilin's worldview was subjected to the most severe shock since his birth.

at this time

"Buzz—"

Less than five meters away from him, a dark blue teleportation beam shot into the sky.

As the light faded, a human warrior stumbled out and fell to the ground with a thud.

The martial artist was in extremely dire condition.

Half of his body was completely enveloped by thick, grayish-black malevolent energy; his face was ashen, and his aura was chaotic.

He opened his mouth and vomited large amounts of black blood with a putrid smell, his body convulsing uncontrollably.

As Xilin watched the martial artist rolling on the ground, a hint of pleasure finally flashed in his eyes.

"Humble humans."

Xilin sneered, his voice filled with condescending disdain.

"You can't even withstand the most basic aura of the abyss; this is the consequence of your unauthorized intrusion into the battlefield."

"Wail in pain and despair, then become nourishment for the abyss."

He stood there, ready to witness the warrior's gruesome death and, incidentally, observe the terrified flight of the humans around him.

However, the panic he had anticipated did not occur.

Two companions walked over, glanced at the martial artist rolling on the ground, and instead of feeling sad, they frowned.

"Old Li, what happened to you again? This is the third time this month!"

One of his companions kicked Lao Li's butt in an annoyed tone, his voice full of disdain.

"Stop talking nonsense..."

Old Li coughed up a mouthful of black blood, struggling to reach out his hand, "Quickly, help me up, let's go to the spa..."

"Go to hell!"

Another companion rolled their eyes. "Do you even have any credits left? Five thousand at a time, you've already used up your weekly quota!"

Old Li rolled half a circle on the ground, gritting his teeth as he said, "Lend me some first... I'll go kill two unicorn wolves tomorrow and pay you back..."

The two companions exchanged a glance, sighed helplessly, each grabbed one of Old Li's arms, dragged him off the ground like a dead dog, and left cursing.

From beginning to end, there was no fear, no despair, and not even a single tear was shed.

They treated the potentially deadly abyssal aura with the nonchalance of complaining that their companion had stepped in dog poop.

Xilin's cold smile froze completely.

He stared at the three figures walking away, his mind a complete mess.

"Are these people crazy??"

That human warrior's murderous aura had already invaded his heart meridian!

I'm dying!

Is this nonchalant attitude appropriate?

If the relationship is that bad, then don't contact each other anymore!

"This shows absolutely no respect for the abyss!"

Before Xilin could recover from this sense of absurdity...

"Whoosh!"

Another blue teleportation light appeared, this time landing less than half a step away from Xilin.

A warrior covered in blood rolled out and landed squarely on Xilin's black combat boots.

This person's injuries were even more horrific.

His entire abdomen was completely ripped apart, and he was holding his severed left arm in his right hand. His breathing was so weak that he could stop breathing at any moment.

He lay on the ground, holding his left arm with his right hand, simultaneously clutching the horrific tear in his abdomen, trying to prevent more of his internal organs from spilling out.

The martial artist struggled to turn his eyes and saw Xilin standing beside him.

"Brother..."

The severely injured martial artist's voice was barely audible, and blood foam kept gushing from his mouth.

"Give me a hand... throw me into the hot spring..."

Xilin lowered his head, his dark red eyes coldly staring at this reckless human.

How dare a lowly human touch the great Demon King Silin!

Suppressing his killing intent, Xilin glanced at the martial artist.

"Your injuries have destroyed your internal organs, and you have no chance of survival."

"There's no hope. Just lie here and wait to die."

In Xilin's view, even the most resilient monsters in the abyss would have difficulty surviving such injuries, let alone the fragile human race.

Upon hearing this, the severely injured martial artist's previously unfocused gaze suddenly sharpened.

He struggled to lift his head, staring intently at Xilin's face with bloodshot eyes.

Then, the martial artist spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

"Grass……"

"Where did this country bumpkin come from? He doesn't even know about the life-giving spring?"

Xilin: "???"

I, the mighty Demon King of the Abyss, was actually insulted by a lowly human martial artist?

A country bumpkin?

A surge of anger erupted from Xilin's chest, and he suddenly raised his right foot, about to crush the human's head with a single blow.

Just then.

A sharp, piercing scream suddenly came from the direction of the distant hall.

"The deluxe training room on the second floor has been booked! There's a room available!!!"

This simple sentence is like a drop of cold water falling into a pot of boiling oil.

After less than half a second of deathly silence, the entire teleportation plaza erupted in a massive burst of activity!

"boom!"

The hundreds of martial artists in the square, whether they were forming teams or setting up stalls, all had bloodshot eyes.

They dropped what they were holding and, like a herd of mad bulls, took off running as fast as they could towards the hall.

What horrified Xilin even more were the wounded warriors.

Old Li, who had been half-dead from the evil energy, suddenly broke free from his companion's support.

His already festering legs suddenly burst forth with astonishing power, running at an incredible speed while black, rotting flesh shed from them.

The severely injured martial artist lay sprawled at Xilin's feet, his intestines spilling out onto the ground.

Upon hearing the words "There are vacancies," a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

He couldn't care less about cursing Xilin anymore. He lay prostrate on the ground, and somehow, with a surge of strength, he managed to crawl quickly towards the hall with one hand.

A long trail of blood was left behind.

As he climbed, he let out a low, beast-like growl: "Save me a room! I'll pay double!!"

Xilin stood there, completely dumbfounded.

He was surrounded by people running wildly, and countless people brushed past him.

No one gave this abyss demon king a second glance.

"Oh shit……"

Xilin stared at the bloodstain that was writhing wildly on the ground, his eyes twitching violently.

"Are all humans crazy?!"

Even though he had ruled the abyss for thousands of years, he had never seen such a crazy scene where people would risk their lives for some "empty room".

What exactly is hidden inside that building that makes these humans fearless even in the face of death?!

Driven by intense curiosity, Xilin decided to go and see for himself.

However, he had just taken a step.

A lazy voice suddenly rang out from less than half a step to his side.

"We've been sightseeing for so long."

The voice paused, then carried a faint hint of amusement.

"What's your opinion on this?"

The hairs on Xilin's body stood on end in that instant.

Xilin suddenly turned his head.

A young human dressed in casual clothes, holding a stainless steel cup, was leaning against a stone pillar.

The man took a sip of the strangely colored liquid in his cup, looked at him calmly, and wore an unfathomable smile.