Compared to the tension inside the dungeon, outside, Xuan Mo, dressed in simple black robes with a cold and handsome expression, led the Demon Army in an orderly ambush and encirclement.
“Your Highness, the First Prince, everything is ready,” Deputy General Jiang Huai reported, jogging over without daring to delay.
Xuan Mo narrowed his blood-red eyes, which were as crimson as rubies, and was about to issue the order when a leisurely voice came from behind. “Wait.”
Hearing this, Jiang Huai turned and bowed respectfully.
The newcomer wore luxurious robes of deep purple with golden trim. His face was pale, his features handsome, and he wore a faint smile as he sauntered over unhurriedly.
Xuan Mo’s frown deepened as he looked at him, his voice cold. “Are your legs broken?”
Luo Feng understood the implied meaning and smiled even more bewitchingly.
“Ah, Elder Brother is so cold-hearted, it truly chills Luo’er’s heart,” he said, placing his hands over his heart and adopting a fragile, delicate posture.
Even though he knew it was an act, Xuan Mo couldn’t help but worry every time he saw him like this.
Softening his tone, he asked, “How is your health?”
“Perfectly fine.”
Xuan Mo felt relieved. “In that case, speak quickly if you have something to say.”
“Qiao Qiao’s Demon Spirit says that Su Shenzi from the Divine Realm has also arrived~”
Luo Feng said with a wicked smile, “He cannot be killed. He’s still useful.”
Xuan Mo nodded. “Understood.”
After a pause, he instructed, “Those Divine Sons and Daughters from the Divine Realm are not easy to deal with. Be careful when the time comes. And Xiao Jia—tell her to use her Demon Spirit sparingly.”
“Of course, Elder Brother,” Luo Feng replied with an obedient expression.
The Demon Spirit was Qiao Jia’s weapon, capable of both prediction and defense. However, using it came at the cost of her lifespan, which was why Xuan Mo disapproved of its use.
During a clash between gods and demons centuries ago, his third brother, Luo Feng, had been severely injured protecting him and had never fully recovered. Meanwhile, his second sister, Qiao Jia, had suffered severe lifespan depletion and was now on the verge of exhaustion.
Their fourth brother had died young. If the Demon Clan did not seize this opportunity to rise now, they would never have another chance to turn things around.
Thinking of this, Xuan Mo’s expression turned icy. This time, he would make sure the God Clan paid the price.
“Oh, there’s one more thing,” Luo Feng added.
Xuan Mo concealed the fierceness in his eyes and spoke calmly. “Go on.”
“The Divine-Binding Net and the Demon-Gathering Array have been destroyed.”
Xuan Mo’s pupils instantly contracted. “How is that possible!”
“I laid nearly a hundred Divine-Binding Nets, and your Demon-Gathering Array was no ordinary formation either. How could they be destroyed so easily?”
“It’s true,” Luo Feng admitted, though he found it hard to believe.
Seeing his brother’s dejected expression, Xuan Mo comforted him. “It’s fine. Even though Father and the elders cannot participate in the battle, we are still in the Demon Realm. With numerous Demon Generals and our carefully laid plans, everything will proceed flawlessly.”
Small-scale clashes imposed certain restrictions on both sides. They could employ strategies and moderately increase the number of Demon Generals, but heavyweight figures like the Demon Sovereign could not appear, nor could large numbers of Demon Generals be mobilized. The same applied to the Divine Realm.
But they were in the Demon Realm—their own territory—and they had already made meticulous preparations in secret. He refused to believe they couldn’t at least make the enemy suffer.
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Inside the dungeon, the heat from the flames had grown unbearable, and all the prisoners had perished.
As the fire weakened, Zhaozhao and the others used their Divine Power to protect themselves and cautiously made their way out.
Su remained close to Zhaozhao’s side, his muscles tense as he scanned their surroundings.
The closer they got to the dungeon exit, the more cautious the group became. As they walked along an extremely long and narrow passageway, a rumbling sound echoed from ahead.
Jun Si thought of something, his pupils contracting as he shouted, “Damn it, it’s a Giant Spirit Stone!”
As soon as he spoke, a massive boulder wreathed in flames surged toward them with thunderous force, bringing waves of scorching heat.
The narrow passageway was just wide enough to accommodate the Giant Spirit Stone. If they wanted to get out, they had to shatter it.
“Run back!” Zhaozhao yelled, then immediately charged toward the Giant Spirit Stone with his sword raised.
The Giant Spirit Stone rolled at an incredible speed, massive and unyielding. Zhaozhao struck it with all his might, shattering it, while Su cleared away the larger remaining debris beside him.
“Whew, safe now,” Jun Si let out a long breath.
“I wouldn’t be so sure,” Shi Qinian said, his eyes fixed intently on the passageway ahead. Moments later, another Giant Spirit Stone rolled down.
This time, Shi Qinian stepped forward to deal with it, sword in hand, while Zhaozhao cleared away the debris.
One after another, Giant Spirit Stones fell. Zhaozhao and the others took turns clearing them, but as time passed, they gradually grew weary, their hands numb from the vibrations.
Ye Liangqing shook his wrist, watching as stone after stone rolled down ahead. He couldn’t help but feel anxious—just how many more were there?
Jun Si also grumbled in frustration, “These damn stones are truly disgusting!”
Stuck in this predicament, they were pointlessly draining their Divine Power.
“This isn’t working,” Shi Qinian frowned. No one knew how many more Giant Spirit Stones would come. If they kept this up until their Divine Power was exhausted, they wouldn’t even stand a chance against the Demon Clan.