Chapter 727 - 662: Kill, Kill, Kill Without Mercy

Chapter 727: Chapter 662: Kill, Kill, Kill Without Mercy

In the face of a great war between races, life was as worthless as weeds. This was true even for Divine Transcendent Demon Kings.

What was supposed to be a war to crush the Snake Race had clearly gone off track.

The Yellow Demon King and the Gray Demon King couldn’t care less whether the other race leaders lived or died.

They merely wanted to use the power of the race leaders to weaken the Snake Race.

The appearance of this Divine Ape caused two of the Eight Great Demon Kings to die in the blink of an eye. The morale of the remaining six instantly collapsed. They were too busy trying to save themselves and completely lacked the courage to fight the Divine Ape to the death.

Soon, the situation evolved into a scene of the Divine Ape chasing down and hunting the six Demon Kings.

"Damn monkey, don’t you push it!"

The Flat-headed Demon King was more durable. Though sent flying by a punch from the Six-Eared Macaque, he hadn’t been smashed to pieces like the Hundred Eyed Demon King.

Still, he howled in pain as he joined the other five Demon Kings to face their common enemy.

They had finally figured it out: fighting alone, they were no match for the Divine Monkey. ’That thing is just too savage.’

Come to think of it, the Monkey Race of the Yaoling Mountain Range had never been considered a major race. Their previous Monkey King had only reached the level of a Deep Mountain Great Demon.

At best, they were considered a second-rate power.

But now, with the appearance of this Divine Ape, the Monkey Race of the Yaoling Mountain Range could finally turn the tables and become the new masters.

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What followed was a battle between the six Demon Kings and the Divine Ape. However, it was clear that the six Demon Kings were on the losing end.

The Divine Ape looked upon them with utter disdain. It wielded world-destroying power and paid the six Demon Kings no mind at all.

Meanwhile, the other battlefronts were also raging fiercely, but the might of the Divine Beasts still held the upper hand.

In high spirits, Tu Xiao’an sat atop the walls of the Snake Palace, waiting to collect the Demon King Golden Cores.

The experts of the Snake Race, on the other hand, were utterly dumbfounded. ’What happened to the great race war we were promised?’ They were so idle they were bored out of their minds, feeling like spectators at a show that seemed to have little to do with them.

"You Weasel and you dead rat up there, it’s your turn now, isn’t it?" Tu Xiao’an said, lifting his chin to look at them. "My previous offer still stands. I’ll take both of you on, one versus two. If you win, the Snake Race surrenders. If you lose, lead your grand racial army and leave She Mountain."

Even though Tu Xiao’an’s Battle Companions were currently locked in a fierce battle with the various Demon Kings and clearly had the upper hand, and even though defeating those Demon Kings was just a matter of time, this was all just an appetizer. The truly terrifying part was the full-scale war between their armies.

Once a war of that scale began, countless Demons would die with every passing moment.

In terms of numbers, the Snake Race couldn’t possibly compare to the allied army.

Tu Xiao’an didn’t want his Snake Race to suffer heavy casualties. A victory under those circumstances would be a loss in itself.

The best way forward was to make the Yellow Demon King withdraw his forces.

"Snake Demon King, I have to hand it to you, pulling out so many Divine Beasts," the Yellow Demon King said coldly. "But so what? Today, your Snake Race will be annihilated!"

"I’m just asking you two morons, do you dare to fight me or not?" Tu Xiao’an had no interest in hearing him run his mouth.

The Yellow Demon King refused to take the bait. "Do you think this race war is some kind of child’s play?"

After he spoke, he gave an imperious wave of his hand.

Suddenly, the rumbling sound of a charge horn echoed from above. Immediately, the army of Rank Three Demon Spirits, a mass like a dark storm cloud, began to move, descending to envelop the Snake Palace.

Meanwhile, on She Mountain, innumerable, densely packed Demons swarmed forward like a plague of locusts, descending on the Snake Palace.

In an instant, the world was filled with a desolate, murderous intent, choked with the smoke of war and swirling Demon Qi.

’Damn it, the Yellow Demon King is launching an all-out assault!’ This was exactly what Tu Xiao’an had feared. As the saying goes, two fists are no match for four. The entirety of She Mountain was crawling with the forces of the allied army.

The Snake Palace was now like a tiny, pitiful boat in the middle of the ocean, waiting to be battered and ravaged by the coming storm.

’Fuck! These two morons just refuse to fight me one-on-one!’

Tu Xiao’an cursed inwardly. ’This is so fucking cowardly! A Level 39 Deep Mountain Demon King and a Level 38 Deep Mountain Demon King don’t even dare to fight me, a Level 37?’

’What could he even say?’

The Yellow Demon King and the Gray Demon King were giving Tu Xiao’an no opportunities whatsoever.

In truth, it wouldn’t even matter if all the Demon Kings of the Twelve Great Races died. The truly terrifying fact was that the experts of their races were now under the Yellow Demon King’s control, obeying his every command. That was the real grand racial army.

"Your Majesty, the army is closing in! Let us charge out and fight!" the Snake Leader on the wall pleaded for the order.

Tu Xiao’an immediately shook his head. "It is not yet time for you to make a move."

’If they go out now, how many experts does the Snake Race have to lose?’

They would be like a stream flowing into the ocean, swallowed up in an instant.

Tu Xiao’an’s resources were limited, so he couldn’t afford to fight recklessly. Pitting the strength of a single race against a grand allied army meant that one wrong move would lead to total defeat.

He was responsible for the Snake Race.

"Experts of the Centipede Race and the Human-devouring Flower Lineage, listen up!" Tu Xiao’an’s voice boomed like a great bell. "Your king is already dead! If you don’t withdraw from She Mountain now, do you want to see your entire race annihilated?"

As soon as he spoke, a commotion erupted within the allied army. The experts from those two races were clearly thrown into chaos.

"If you leave She Mountain of your own accord, I will return your king’s Lifebound Golden Core to you!" Two glittering golden cores appeared in Tu Xiao’an’s hand as he continued, "With this Demon King Golden Core, your race will soon be able to produce another Demon King!"

The Yellow Demon King cried out in alarm, instantly seeing through Tu Xiao’an’s scheme. He immediately jumped forward and shouted, "Don’t listen to that Snake Demon King’s nonsense! He killed your king! This is a blood feud that cannot be forgiven! Only by annihilating the Snake Race can you avenge your king!"