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The Purple Robed Demon Lord felt a surge of anger at his words, but the surrounding Demon Lords widened their eyes in alarm. If any sign of weakness showed, their fighting spirit and morale would likely collapse immediately.
"Magic Barrier!" A black whirlwind formed in front of him, attempting to use the power of the magic wind to mitigate the direct impact from the Beast Ancestor.
Boom!
Any means of defense crumbled under the Beast Ancestor's charge, shattering the magic wind barrier and sending the Purple Robed Demon Lord flying.
Wang Long and others watched intently from the sidelines. Although it appeared that the Purple Robed Demon Lord was injured and sent flying, it couldn't be ruled out that he was deliberately using this opportunity to lessen the impact.
It wasn't until the Purple Robed Demon Lord landed awkwardly, swaying and struggling to stand, that everyone realized he had been unable to withstand a single blow.
A relieved smile appeared on Wang Long's face. Truly, the Ancient Beasts were formidable in strength. While the Beast Ancestor had multiple heads, his attack methods were far less diverse compared to the Nine-Headed Demon Lord. However, anyone who dared to underestimate these Ancient Beasts, capable of contending with the Four Great Sect Leaders, would face consequences beyond their ability to bear.
Having succeeded with one strike, the Beast Ancestor wasted no time in launching another ferocious attack. This time, the Purple Robed Demon Lord had no strength left to resist. His entire body was not merely sent flying but was completely shattered!
The scattered flesh and blood left everyone witnessing this scene with an overwhelming sense of bloody shock.
All present had killed countless individuals, but facing an Ancient Demon Lord-level expert made the feeling entirely different!
"Kill them!" Wang Long shouted fiercely as his Dragon City experts surged forward!
In his heart, he cast a deep glance at the Beast Ancestor.
His own strength was only comparable to that of the Purple Robed Demon Lord; at most, he had a few more treasured artifacts than him.
Now that the Purple Robed Demon Lord had been obliterated after just two strikes, how many more could he endure?
One day, if the brief utilitarian relationship with the Beast Ancestor cannot be transformed into a true alliance, then Wang Long naturally cannot afford to relax for even a moment.
The strength of the Beast Ancestor alone is enough to suppress these Demon Lords, and once Wang Long and the others join the battle, the Demon Lords have no chance to escape.
"Demon Skull!" The powerful shockwave of demonic energy has a strong lethal effect on the demons as well. The two Demon Lords who barely managed to escape ultimately could not avoid being dealt with by Wang Long and his companions.
"From here, the enemy's strength has clearly begun to increase. Beast Ancestor, what do you think?"
"This is already the core area of Demon’s Swamp. As we go deeper, we will encounter more toxic swamps and deadly marshes. Stay close behind me and leave enough marks for those who will come to support you later. Once we pass this point, we will reach the last line of defense of Demon’s Swamp. Whether your guess is accurate will soon be revealed. Hehe, Wang Long, don’t blame me for not reminding you; based on the number of powerful Demon Lords we've encountered this time, your guess may very well be wrong. We might just walk right into a trap they set up in advance."
"So you’re saying that you, Beast Ancestor, are a bit apprehensive?" Wang Long replied with a smile.
"Not at all. I just want to make it clear beforehand that if we truly encounter their trap, I can charge out without issue, but I will never turn back to rescue you!"
The Beast Ancestor's straightforwardness actually reassured Wang Long a bit more, making his smile appear more genuine. "Of course, since it’s my own judgment, Dragon City will naturally take responsibility for it. If it turns out that I was blind to the situation, then Beast Ancestor can leave first without hesitation. But let me say this: my confidence in my judgment has not weakened; in fact, it has grown stronger. The fact that they have set up a powerful Purple Robed Demon Lord here without more armies supporting them indicates that they want to intimidate us through bluster. They might have miscalculated this time. Beast Ancestor, please proceed."
At Tuo Yan Peak, although some measures and methods had been devised during the conference between Xuanmen and Holy Divine Gate, as time passed day by day, there was still no response from Elder Wuxuan or Heavenly Binding Sect Master. People's hearts inevitably began to waver.
The entire camp was clearly divided into two schools of thought: one group believed that the situation they faced was easy to handle; that the Allied Forces of Xuanmen and Holy Divine Gate were unmatched. The absence of Heavenly Binding Sect Master only indicated that Game God Sect and Evil Extermination Sect had completely given up; now Heavenly Binding Sect Master was busy withdrawing armies from both Major Sects and had no time for trivial matters—this viewpoint, while naive, was not entirely unfounded; Heavenly Binding Sect Master was proud and had previously shown such behavior during the Divine Demonic War.
However, this still did not explain why Elder Wuxuan and Elder Zhongxuan had also disappeared.
On the other hand, there were those who were extremely pessimistic, scaring themselves into doubting whether the experts from Holy Divine Gate under Heavenly Binding Sect Master had fallen into an ambush by Game God Sect and suffered total annihilation. Otherwise, how could things be so strange? Elder Wuxuan and others could be disregarded; if even Heavenly Binding Sect Master fell victim to an ambush, then what significance did their situation hold?
This left everyone in the camp anxious and restless; even many Ancient Deity-level elders could not settle down, fearing they would suddenly receive bad news about information they least wanted to face.
As time passed, it seemed that the more pessimistic viewpoint increasingly influenced more people, enveloping the entire camp in an invisible shroud of despair.
In this atmosphere of gloom, even the vigilant warriors became a bit jittery.
Elder Hu Fan looked disapprovingly at their demeanor. What good would it do to be so tense? If the situation were favorable, there would be no need to say more. Even if things were already as bad as they could get, it would only come down to a fight; with their immense strength, who were they afraid of? This kind of worry was completely unfounded.
"Uncle Hu," a weak voice called out.
"Stop bothering me, you brat!" Without even bothering to listen to what the other wanted to report, Hu Fan snapped, "Can’t you show a little ambition? Build up your courage! How many times have you misreported military intelligence over these past few days? At this rate, just apply to be reassigned back to Xuanmen and stop embarrassing yourselves here!"
"No, this time it's really different!" Seeing that Hu Fan didn't even want to turn his head, the warrior grew anxious. "There’s really something going on; it’s all dark over there!"
"What?" Knowing that his subordinates were nervous was one thing, but he didn't think they had reached the point of hallucination—unless someone could sneak around here and cast an Illusion on them, which would indeed be an exception. However, if that were the case, he would have to admit defeat. Hu Fan turned around and was taken aback, his jaw dropping in shock.
In the distance.
Countless figures surged toward them in a chaotic formation at an astonishing speed!
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