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

Aro's voice echoed back and forth over the empty, scorched earth, making the surrounding void buzz.

However, apart from the howling wind, no sound answered him.

Demonic energy surged, filling the void.

No one answered, and there was no sign of Xilin.

It was as if his wrath, that of a mighty abyss demon king, had struck cotton with a heavy punch.

Meanwhile, on the front lines of the battlefield...

The alien army summoned by the crowd as "dynamic figurines" became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The addition of this new force caused the demon race's already precarious lines to crumble in an instant as more and more warriors came to their aid!

The alien army completely collapsed.

"kill!!!"

As the demonic forces collapsed completely, warriors from various human prefectures erupted in earth-shattering cheers.

Led by the elite guards of each prefecture, the human race's iron torrent began to advance unimpeded!

Leading the charge were the Underworld Guards of Haichuan Prefecture.

Left Wing, Qinglan Guard of Qingyuan Prefecture.

Right Wing, Cangyun Prefecture's Liuyun Guard.

And right in the center is the Heavenly Dragon Guard of the Capital Prefecture.

Unstoppable! A force to be reckoned with!

The elite human guards, stepping over a thick layer of demon corpses, practically fought their way through the entire battlefield in the blink of an eye, closing in on Aro.

On the bone chair, Aro coldly watched the human army surge forward like a tide, a barely perceptible shadow flashing deep in his eyes.

The script didn't seem to follow the plot he had written in the first place at all.

However, Aro did not show any panic on his face.

He wasn't worried.

A truly skilled chess player will never overturn the chessboard just because they lost a few pawns.

Let them savor the feeling of impending victory for a while.

Just when they raise their expectations to the highest level, when they think they have already touched the hem of the goddess of victory, shatter that hope along with their physical bodies!

The feeling of being lifted up to the clouds and then brutally kicked into the mud is also a good choice.

Just as Aro was pondering all this, the human warriors arrived.

At the forefront of the crowd, Luo Yurou landed lightly on a huge, protruding skeleton.

Her gaze swept across the surroundings, finally passing over the thin layers of demonic energy and settling on the figure in a dark purple robe on the bone throne.

The moment Luo Yurou saw the other person's face clearly, she was visibly stunned.

"This is not..."

Liu Bo, who was next to him, had obviously noticed it as well.

"Back in Haixin Rock, when we were looking for the Chaos Sea Core Crystal, what was the name of that guy who got punched into a 'Want Want Ice Pop' by Brother Shan?"

"Ah Luo?"

"It's Aro..."

She frowned slightly and corrected Liu Bo's statement.

"I saw Brother Shan's punch clearly; not a single piece of skin was left!"

"Is this thing an earthworm? It keeps growing back after you cut it off?"

Despite his complaints, Liu Bo still keenly noticed the unusual nature of his surroundings.

"Furthermore, don't you all feel that this aura... is very familiar?"

Liu Bo stopped smiling and turned to look at Luo Yurou and Rong Jing, who were walking up beside her.

Luo Yurou nodded solemnly. Having once been possessed by demonic energy, she naturally could not forget this aura.

"It's demonic energy."

"Exactly the same as that Xilin from back then."

Hearing this, Liu Bo was even more puzzled.

He slammed his heavy sword into the scorched earth beside him and scratched the back of his head vigorously.

"That's not right! If this is like the Demon King Xilin, then isn't this guy in front of us, either named A Luo or A Mao, also a Demon King?"

Rong Jing: "A Luo..."

Liu Bo paused, stroking his chin.

"Or perhaps, is he a new underling that Xilin just took in?"

This analysis was not deliberately lowered; in this relatively quiet standoff area, it was exceptionally clear, reaching the opposing demon camp word for word.

Aro, sitting on the throne, naturally heard it all clearly.

The two messengers beside Aro were so frightened that their souls flew two miles away.

Dude, you're really brave!

The envoy silently gave Liu Bo a thumbs up in his heart.

Demon Lord, how dare you make such a statement?!

The key question is, who is whose subordinate?

I didn't know that Lord Aro disliked that dog, Xilin, the most!

The messenger turned his stiff neck and cautiously looked at Aro's face.

really.

Aro's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and amidst the surging, dark demonic energy, only the whites of his eyes were visible.

little brother?

Am I that idiot Xilin's lackey?!

Upon hearing these words, Aro almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

I almost broke down on the spot.

Don't associate me with that stupid, low-IQ animal that only knows how to kill!

This is an insult to his intelligence!

It is a trampling on his soul!

The killing intent emanating from Aro instantly surged like boiling water.

The swirling demonic energy around them seemed to sense their master's boundless rage, transforming into black tornadoes that roared wildly across the wasteland, tearing apart the rubble on the ground.

He took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, and gripped the armrests of the bone throne tightly with both hands, suppressing the urge to rush down and tear Liu Bo's mouth to shreds.

His gaze, filled with icy killing intent, swept across the human camp ahead.

However, when he saw the human warriors riding casually on the broad shoulders of an Iron-Armed Bear, standing on the back of a Thorn Feather Clan member, and on the head of a Blood-Splitting Rhinoceros...

Aro's eyebrows twitched uncontrollably.

He now seriously suspects that that bastard Xilin may have already secretly defected to the human race!

Otherwise, how would you explain what's happening right now?

Once I've dealt with things here and returned, I must immediately pay my respects to the Demon Emperor and give that fool a good thrashing!

However, the most urgent task at hand is to deal with this mess that has gone off track.

Aro slowly closed his eyes, took three deep breaths, suppressed the surging magic within him, and tried to calm his agitated mood.

When he opened his eyes again, the anger in them had completely subsided.

He stretched out his long, slender, white fingers and slowly straightened his dark purple robe, which had become somewhat disheveled from his anger.

Then, straightening his back, he slowly sat back down in the deepest part of the bone throne. His right leg gracefully crossed over his left, and his hands were naturally folded on his knees.

In an instant, he reverted to his arrogant demeanor, as if he were in complete control and had everything under his command.

Facing the tens of thousands of murderous human troops below.

"very nice."

He spoke softly.

Immediately afterwards, Aro even raised his hands and clapped them lightly twice.

"Slap. Slap. Slap."

The crisp applause sounded particularly jarring on this battlefield filled with the stench of blood and the oppressive atmosphere.

"Doesn't it feel like victory is just around the corner?"

Aro leaned forward slightly, the corners of his mouth gradually turning upward, forming a smile full of mockery and ridicule.

He looked down at the densely packed human warriors before him, like a high god scrutinizing a group of ants struggling in the mud.

"Don't you feel that this was a truly classic, legendary battle, worthy of being recorded in history?"

Aro's voice was filled with a bewitching magic, echoing in everyone's ears.

"The enemy launched a surprise attack from the shadows, surrounding you with several times the number of troops."

"Your defenses are crumbling, and your comrades are falling one by one. You risked your lives, fighting desperately in the abyss of despair, gritting your teeth and refusing to retreat even a single step..."

He drew out his words, his mockery growing stronger in his eyes.

"Finally, reinforcements arrived from all directions. The elite troops of the five prefectures gathered, turned the tide, repelled the enemy, and ultimately won this great defensive battle."

At this point, Aro's smile had become incredibly arrogant and morbid.

He slowly extended his right hand, palm open.

"Buzz!"

In the palm of his hand, a dense, almost tangible dark purple demonic light suddenly shone, flickering and leaping violently, emanating a terrifying aura of destruction.

Aro looked down at the crowd below, whose expressions were gradually becoming serious, and let out a low laugh.

"Let's cheer now!"

Aro clenched his fist tightly, his voice rising sharply, filled with endless cruelty and madness.

"Because the merciful demon king Aro allows you to fully enjoy this final minute of joy before you die!"