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

The black beam of light, shooting straight into the sky, suddenly stopped at its highest point on the horizon, and then—

"boom!"

A terrifying roar, seemingly capable of tearing the heavens apart, exploded in everyone's ears.

The beam of light exploded.

The dense abyssal demonic light instantly transformed into hundreds of thousands of slender black afterimages.

These dark shadows twisted and stretched wildly in the gale, emitting a series of shrill whistles like the howls of ghosts and wolves, and shot off in all directions!

The entire sky was instantly obscured by dense, dark shadows.

"All personnel on high alert!"

Captain Xu Feng of the Heavenly Dragon Guard stared wide-eyed, the veins on his forehead bulging like twisted earthworms.

This roar instantly startled the warriors who had been intimidated by the demonic power.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The sounds of weapons being drawn filled the air.

The human warriors squeezed out all the Yuan energy in their bodies and poured it into their weapons.

In an instant, crimson flames, azure waters, and thick earthen shields... multicolored elemental energy light connected across the wasteland.

"Be careful!"

Luo Yurou's pretty face was full of sternness.

Her entire body was enveloped in purple-gold elemental energy, which transformed into fire armor. Her crisp voice instantly drowned out the noise of the battlefield.

"This is the Demon King's primordial demonic energy! It's ten thousand times more terrifying than the baleful energy deep within the S-rank area!"

"Absolutely do not let it touch you! Get out of the way! Don't try to take it!"

Upon hearing Luo Yurou's warning, the major factions locked onto by the demonic light instantly erupted into chaos.

Upon seeing this, the warriors from Xiling Prefecture and Wuyue Prefecture immediately abandoned their defenses and unleashed their signature movement techniques.

For a time, afterimages filled the battlefield.

Some people tiptoed backward like arrows; others threw out grappling hooks and used the ruins as cover to dodge wildly; still others simply rolled over, trying to stay close to the ground to avoid the black light's lock.

A swordsman from the Misty Moon Palace twisted three times in mid-air, narrowly avoiding two beams of black light.

Before he could even land, the third dark figure, like a persistent leech, abruptly changed direction in mid-air and lunged directly at his face.

"It's over."

The swordsman let out a miserable scream.

There's no escaping it.

There's no way to avoid it.

These beams of light, personally unleashed by the Demon King, completely ignored any physical evasion or elemental shields!

"Whoosh—"

"Whoosh, whoosh—"

Accompanied by a series of chilling sounds, hundreds of dark figures, like ghosts, effortlessly burrowed into the bodies of the warriors from the Underworld Guard, the Western Ridge Prefecture, and the Misty Moon Prefecture.

The black light entered his body, but it didn't draw out a single drop of blood.

But this bizarre scene completely shattered the martial artists' psychological defenses.

"Ahhhhh!"

"Help!"

The warriors who were struck cried out in despair. As if all their strength had been drained, their long swords and greatswords clattered to the ground.

Some people were clutching their own necks tightly, while others were desperately tearing at their chest armor, trying to dig out whatever had burrowed into their bodies.

Their legs went weak, and they collapsed to their knees on the muddy, scorched earth with a thud, closing their eyes tightly.

Everyone's facial features were contorted. Their muscles were tense, waiting for the demonic energy to enter their bodies, causing their internal organs to be corroded into blood, or their bodies to be stretched and exploded in a gruesome manner.

The shadow of death gripped their throats.

It was in this tragic, desperate, and even apocalyptic moment of deathly silence.

"Whoever got hit by that! Tear up that return scroll right now! Go back and find the resort owner's dog!!"

Liu Bo shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice amplified by the power of his Yuan energy, making it ten times louder than a loudspeaker.

Looking for the shop owner's dog?!

Liu Bo's shout, carrying an indescribable sense of absurdity, instantly tore through the heavy and oppressive atmosphere on the battlefield.

A cold wind howled across the vast wilderness.

Liu Bo's voice was so loud that the second half of his sentence echoed back and forth among the huge skeletons and rock walls around him, creating a series of clear echoes.

"The shop owner's dog..."

"The dog..."

"dog……"

"..."

The echoes drifted leisurely over the battlefield where blood flowed like rivers.

The martial artists, who were just moments before in despair waiting to die, or even already replaying their entire lives in their minds, were all stunned.

Their tightly closed eyelids trembled violently a few times, and then they cautiously opened one eye.

The swordsman from Misty Moon Prefecture was kneeling on the ground, his hands still clutching his chest. He looked up in bewilderment, his face full of question marks, at Liu Bo standing on the rock.

The scene became extremely awkward and strange.

Looking for your dog?

I was almost killed by the Demon King's ultimate attack, and you want me to go back and find a dog?!

Is that dog capable of swallowing the sky or spitting out the earth?

But then, they suddenly realized an even stranger problem.

one second.

three seconds.

Five seconds passed.

They waited for a long time, but the excruciating pain they had imagined—the feeling of their intestines being torn apart—did not occur.

My body didn't melt, my meridians didn't burst, and apart from feeling a slight chill on my skin, it seemed like... nothing had happened?

The martial artists looked at each other, touched each other's arms and chests, and the despair in their eyes was gradually replaced by a blank stare.

At this time.

A throne of bones suspended high in mid-air.

Aro rested his chin on his hand, taking in everything that was happening on the battlefield below.

He watched the human warriors panic as the demonic light descended, watched them close their eyes in despair and await death, and heard that fool carrying the big sword shouting for them to find a dog.

"Hehe... Hahaha..."

Arro couldn't hold back any longer. He first chuckled softly, then his laughter grew louder and louder, and his shoulders began to heave violently.

He was so happy he could hardly stand up straight on his throne.

Foolish humans.

Faced with extreme fear, have they actually become so reckless as to place their hopes on a beast?

It was so funny.

Aro slowly stopped laughing, but the smile in his eyes grew colder.

He stood up and looked down at the bewildered martial artists below, who were touching their own bodies.

"Do not be nervous."

Aro's voice was soft and gentle, like that of a kind elder comforting a frightened child.

The sound, imbued with magic, clearly penetrated into everyone's ears.

The martial artists suddenly raised their heads and stared intently at him.

"This magical light is harmless."

Aro's lips curled into an elegant yet cruel smile as his slender fingers lightly traced a semicircle in front of him.

"The magic light will not damage your bodies; it is merely a key."

Aro's eyes gradually became fanatical, and his voice rose accordingly:

"It will unlock the primordial demonic seed within you, which I, the Demon King, have been planning for years and planted long ago!"

Upon hearing this, a collective gasp of astonishment erupted from the crowd below.

Primal Demon Seed?!

When was it buried?

How could they be completely unaware!

Aro gave them no time to think; he opened his arms, and demonic energy surged into the sky.

His arrogant laughter echoed between heaven and earth:

"Your will will be taken over by the abyss!"

"You will then be loyal to me, becoming the sharpest blade in my hand, tearing apart humanity's last line of defense!"

"Don't be afraid. You should be honored!"

"You should be honored to witness, with your very bodies, the most perfect and glorious final chapter of my long-planned scheme!"