The bald, burly man gripped his battle ax tightly, the dark red lines on his forehead becoming more obvious due to anger. “This is our prey, we hunted it first. If you want to reap the rewards, you must ask permission from my ax first.”
“Your axe?”
The middle-aged man glanced disdainfully at the blunt battle ax in the bald man’s hand. “A mere second-level Golden Immortal demon boy, leading a group of defeated soldiers, dares to negotiate with me?”
He paused, his voice suddenly turning cold, “This is the territory of our Fire God Palace. You devil cultivators, who dare to trespass and hunt down devil beasts, are already guilty of a capital crime punishable by death.”
I give you two choices—put down your weapons, surrender, and return with me to the Fire God Palace to face judgment. Or…”
He drew a crimson dagger from his waist, and golden holy flames instantly ignited on the blade. “Die now.”
“Nonsense!”
Behind the burly bald man, a young cultivator couldn’t help but curse, “Since when did this ten thousand mile area become the territory of your Fire God Palace? You can still manage a shabby place like Fire Crow City, but why do you have the right to manage this remote wilderness?”
The middle-aged man’s gaze fell on the young cultivator, his eyes looking at him as if he was a dead person.
“On what basis?”
He laughed, a cold laugh. “Simply because we are gods and you are devils. It is only natural that the gods destroy the devils. Do we need another reason?”
Before he finished speaking, more than a dozen cultivators behind him simultaneously drew their short swords, golden holy flames burning on the blades, illuminating the entire valley.
The devil cultivators instinctively took a step back, protecting their injured comrades behind them.
Their eyes were filled with anger and hatred, but even more so, filled with a deep sense of helplessness.
The hatred between gods and demons has lasted for thousands of years. The gods considered themselves to be an orthodox race and considered demons to be heretics. Every time they meet, the choice is you die or I live.
In this land, the power of the gods far surpassed that of the devils, and the devil cultivators could only hide in the shadows, eking out a living like rats.
The burly bald man gritted his teeth; he knew things wouldn’t end well today.
We will die here, or we will fight until we die and pave a bloody path to this place.
“Brother.”
His voice was low, but every demonic cultivator could hear it clearly, “Today may be our last day. But even if we die, we will take the few of us with us. Are you afraid?”
“I am not afraid!”
A dozen or so devil cultivators roared in unison, their voices echoing throughout the valley and drowning out the low growls of the lava lion king.
They raised their weapons, dark red flames blazing above them, creating a stark contrast to the golden holy light of the gods.
Two different fire forces clashed in the valley, the air was distorted by the intense heat, and the ground began to crack.
A glimmer of surprise flashed in the middle-aged man’s eyes; he clearly didn’t expect these devil cultivators to have the courage to fight to the death in such a desperate situation.
But after an unexpected incident, a much colder killing intent emerged.
“Sentence of death in court.”
With a wave of his hand, more than a dozen cultivators behind him rushed out simultaneously, jumping down from the rock wall and pouncing on the demonic cultivators in the valley.
The golden holy light and the dark red flames collided in the air, creating a deafening explosion.
The two types of fire are essentially incompatible. When they collided, they produced violent spiritual energy fluctuations. Each impact was like a small spiritual energy explosion, scattering the surrounding air in all directions.
David and Jiang Xuelan hid behind a pile of rocks in the distance, silently watching the battle between gods and demons.
Jiang Xuelan’s hand remained pressing on the hilt of the sword, her fingers turning white from the intense pressure.
“Who do you think will win?” he asked in a low voice.
“Protoss.” David’s answer was short.
“Why? Even though the devil race is smaller, their individual strength is greater than that of the gods. The bald man is a level two Gold Immortal, while the leader of the gods is only a peak level one Gold Immortal.”
“It’s not about ability.”
David shook his head. “It’s about their condition. The demons have been fighting against the Lava Lion King for a long time, suffering more than half of their casualties, exhaustion, and their spiritual energy depleted. The gods, on the other hand, are in top condition and well-rested. Even if their individual strength is inferior to the demons, they can defeat them with sheer numbers.”
His gaze was fixed on the center of the battlefield, where the burly bald man and the middle-aged man were engaged in fierce combat.
The burly bald man’s level two Gold Immortal realm was indeed slightly higher than the middle-aged man’s peak level one Gold Immortal realm, but he was injured, his left arm was broken, and most of his spiritual power had been drained, so every time he swung his axe, he seemed to lack strength.
The middle-aged man was in perfect condition; The sacred flames on his short sword were intense yet steady, and his swordsmanship was extraordinary, with every strike aimed at the bald man’s vital points.
As the tide turned and rose, the burly bald man gradually lost his footing.
FAQ Novel
Q: What is the state of the Lava Lion King and the devil cultivators during the battle?
A: The Lava Lion King is severely injured, blind in one eye, and showing signs of retreat, while the devil cultivators, though also injured, are desperately preventing its escape.
Q: Who are the mysterious new figures that appear in the valley, and what is their leader’s distinguishing feature?
A: A group from the Fire God Palace (Vulcan Palace) suddenly appears, led by a middle-aged man with a crimson robe and a distinct golden flame pattern between his eyebrows, characteristic of the Vulcan bloodline.
What do you think these new arrivals mean for the fate of the valley and our protagonists?