Chapter 910 - 262: The Shame of the Demon

On the battlefield, numerous armored Demons fell before Luo Haodong like harvested crops, his silver chains wielding through the air, reaping soul after soul.

More importantly, as soon as these Demon armies saw Luo Haodong, they acted like mice in front of a tiger, showing signs of fear and scattering in retreat.

This scene surprised the soldiers on the city walls, as in their impression, the Demon Race is a species that knows no fear, enjoys slaughter, enjoys killing, enjoys the taste of blood, and even in death feels not a trace of fear.

It is precisely because of this that the Demon Race’s army possesses an extremely strong will to fight and examples of victories against greater numbers are common on the battlefield.

Yet, faced with this mighty being descended by the Divine Spirit, these Demons unexpectedly revealed fear.

Su Changxing, of course, knew why this was; these so-called Demon races are actually lower species akin to demons, flowing with demon blood but far inferior to actual demons.

Several Demon Race beasts were also struck to the ground by Luo Haodong’s chains, their souls dispersed, never to rise again.

In front of a Demon Capturer, any weak soul stands no chance of escape; with each soul collected, his chains lengthen slightly.

Such a terrifying creature could spell disaster in any world; actually destroying a world would grow its power to a point akin to Wanfang, reaching the World-Ending Level of demons.

The growth potential of demons is unrestricted by talent; any Celestial Calamity Demon that destroys a world can evolve into a World-Ending Demon.

Such a terrifying being, even Su Changxing now wouldn’t stand a chance, and could even bring about the fall of a Divine Spirit.

In front of the city gates, Luo Haodong alone halted the progress of the Demon Race’s army, steadily advancing and forcing them into continuous retreat.

"What is that?" Linda, seeing the giant figure ahead, widened her eyes, feeling her hands grow weak, struggling to hold her Magic Staff steadily.

Kata was deeply shaken too, thinking this horrifying creature might effortlessly destroy their entire Viduo City, and even the strongest mages likely wouldn’t match up to this entity, "Created by Divine Spirit, indeed worthy of such a title!"

He shouted towards the ground below: "Knight corps, go out and engage, assist the Divine Envoy, attack from both flanks!"

On the city walls, over a thousand legion mages released legion magic upon the battlefield continuously in bombardments.

These were grand-scale Seven-Ring Magic spells; though the Demons had notable magic resistance, they still couldn’t rival the Verdant Demons, dealing considerable damage.

With Luo Haodong as the large meat shield at the front, over time, no matter how many soldiers the Demon Race sent, they couldn’t withstand such wide-ranging magical bombings.

At this moment.

Luo Haodong himself was still in a dazed state, unclear how he suddenly appeared in such a world and started brawling with these purple-skinned creatures.

It seemed these creatures attacked the human city behind him, with a human soul, he naturally stood on the human side, feeling he was doing something utterly righteous.

"Kill!"

He roared, charging forward, innumerable souls swirled constantly, slipping through his bandages, some were pitch black, some transparent, while others glowed with a holy light.

This showed the various forms of different souls.

Meanwhile.

The Demon Race descended into chaos, as unexpectedly a terrifying being fell from the sky, and they sensed this opponent shouldn’t be an enemy but rather their superior.

"Commander, what should we do now, do we attack with full force or retreat?"

A birdman with black feathers circled in the sky, speaking in a hoarse, unpleasant voice.

Beneath him stood the commander of the Demon Race army, despite being a low-level demon, it possessed Tier Five strength.

Earlier, they never considered capturing this human city would pose any difficulties, believing it would simply be a matter of advancing through it, but hadn’t expected such an unexpected turn.

"That’s a demon, a High-level Demon, but why is he stopping us! Dammit! Retreat is absolutely not an option, I’ll go negotiate with him."

The gigantic Demon carrying an Iron Hammer walked towards Luo Haodong, internally muttering that the opponent came to steal their meat, which they wouldn’t abandon even if the opponent was a High-level Demon.

From a distance, the Demon commander looked at Luo Haodong, issuing a solid voice that permeated the battlefield ahead: "Why do you hinder us! If you have any demands, we will surely meet them!"

Luo Haodong turned to look at the towering Demon, disdainfully said: "What are you?"

Seeing the reaction, the Demon commander lost his imposing presence, undeniably intimidated, knowing his strength was inferior to the opponent and their bloodline far inferior, though termed low-level demons, they weren’t genuine demons.

Here lay a disparity of life’s hierarchy.

Following this.

Luo Haodong raised his chains, abruptly striking towards the Demon commander, in the blink of an eye, the silver chain reached him, constantly enlarging, the chain was nearly as thick as his arm, attempting to evade but found his legs already bound by the silver chains, unable to move his body.

Despite being held by the silver chain, the Demon commander’s spirit remained exceptionally resilient and unmoved; instead, it steadily grew stronger, rebounding and charging at Luo Haodong, evidently having awakened its fighting spirit.

Luo Haodong had never witnessed such a scene, feeling a pain in his chest; nervousness overtook him; surprisingly, he was firmly suppressed for a moment.

Su Changxing’s eyelids twitched at this scene; Luo Haodong was truly the shame of demons, his strength evidently vastly superior yet fought to this level.

Typically, even if Luo Haodong instantly killed that Demon, Su Changxing wouldn’t find it strange.

Although both are Tier Five, there’s a vast difference in actual strength, importantly a disparity within the hierarchy of life.

Su Changxing reluctantly intervened in the fight, fearing if Luo Haodong genuinely got killed by this low-level demon, it would be ridiculous.

Moreover, if this low-level demon devours a High-level Demon body, it’s highly likely to grow into a High-level Demon, creating even more complications.

Just as Luo Haodong was being pinned by this smaller Demon, a dozen locks formed of pure white light emerged from his body, piercing the Demon’s form, releasing substantial black blood.

"Luo Haodong, you truly are the shame of demons."

A familiar voice echoed beside Luo Haodong’s ears.

He recognized it was Su Changxing speaking to him, awkwardly muttering to himself: "An accident, an accident, who’d know this guy would suddenly pounce like that, acting all reckless."

The Demon Race’s commander unexpectedly died swiftly and easily, yet it didn’t cause their army to disperse, instead triggering a frenzied assault.

With a commander, they might have retreated; different tactics could’ve been used; with his death, they only launch mindless, frantic attacks.

"Even Divine Spirit cannot make the Demon Race take a step back!"

"Even Divine Spirit cannot make the Demon Race take a step back!"

"Even Divine Spirit cannot make the Demon Race take a step back!"

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Hundreds of birdmen cloaked in black feathers circled in the sky, shouting noisily, emitting a sound as unpleasant as crows.

This sound entirely ignited the Demons’ resolve, their eyes turning crimson.

No matter which Demon Race member, all fell under Luo Haodong’s feet, bodies piling higher, forming a sizeable "wall."

After relentless combat, even Luo Haodong felt weary; these Demons seemed endlessly abundant.

In truth, they obviously aren’t infinitely available; Su Changxing from God’s Perspective saw the battle almost settled; nearing the edge of the mist, he spotted the Demon Race army’s boundary; over half their forces were lost, unlikely to conquer Viduo City, nor could they topple the mountain that is Luo Haodong.

Takka and others, witnessing this, felt cold to the core, understanding the vast difference between both sides; despite assistance from the Divine Spirit, their battle remained exceedingly arduous.

If not for this assistance, they wouldn’t even have a fraction of a chance, fearing this single Demon army would be enough to wipe the Empire out.

No one knew why so many Demons emerged suddenly, given the initial lack in their numbers, merely attacking weaker villages; no one considered these Barbarian-like entities as threats, often bothering to intervene.

Mobilizing an army cost far more than a few remote villages’ value.

In a short period, the Golden Empire’s territory was greatly overrun; by the time they sought aid from neighboring countries, it was too late, as when Luogang Empire’s forces reached thirty miles from the Imperial City of the Golden Empire, it had already fallen, the Emperor’s body visibly displayed atop their battle flag.