Sixteen people successively ascended the altar and took a slip of paper from Luo Hai’s hand.
The gleam in Zhang Ling’s eyes was almost enough to pierce through Luo Hai with fury.
But Luo Hai chuckled and said, “Young man, this world has always been unfair. Take me, for example—I’m practically immortal now. Unless you defeat these four Demon Lords first, you can’t even scratch me. But with your current abilities, do you really think it’s possible to kill the Demon Lords?”
Zhang Ling clenched his teeth, his jaw tight with fury, longing to crush Luo Hai’s bones to pieces.
“Don’t worry, you’re going to die.” Lu Yu pressed down on Zhang Ling and pulled a note from Luo Hai’s hand, saying, “Perhaps you really will die.”
“Haha, young man,” Luo Hai laughed proudly, “the Four Demon Lords gave me this city, just look how peacefully people live here. The demons won’t cause trouble here; everyone lives in such harmony and order. In this post-apocalyptic world, I’ve given those survivors a city like this, and they can only be grateful to me. If you want to kill me, you’ll have to fight against the entire city. Do you think they will let you go?”
Zhang Ling was pulled back by Lu Yu.
After all sixteen people had drawn their lots, Luo Hai stood on the altar and announced, “Now, let me explain: the first group to fight will be the one that drew number one. Once the winner of the first group kills the loser and steps down from the altar, the second group will automatically come up. The final eight winners will then draw lots again, selecting four people to come onto the stage once more! Now, let the first group come up!”
Luo Hai said as he walked down the altar.
“Was I lucky or unlucky?” the one-eyed man waved the tag in his hand and said, “I actually ended up in the first group.”
With a smile, he walked onto the arena with his single eye gleaming.
The one-eyed opponent was a boy no older than sixteen years old.
The youth came from behind the western devil king and was the youngest among them.
The youth still carried an air of immaturity, looking somewhat frightened as he took each step with a glance backward, his face pale as he approached the platform. He stared at the one-eyed man and stammered, “Y-yes, sir, g-good day to you!”
“Huang Ying, are your people really this timid?” Fan Tian laughed heartily. “You’ve only brought a young man with you?”
The demon lord sitting in the west laughed and said, “You have to win first, Lord Fantian!”
Huāngyǐng spoke, her voice carrying a hint of softness and allure. The magnetic tone of her feminine voice caused many to turn their heads in curiosity.
She-devil?
Lu Yu thought about this, and recalling the moment he saw Tu Xue with the blood markings all over his face, he couldn’t even imagine what a woman covered entirely in those bloody patterns would look like!
Luo Hai said at the edge of the altar, “Ambush, assault, any means are allowed, as long as you manage to walk down the altar in the end.”
Staring at the boy with a single eye, the gaze remained cold all along, showing no response even when faced with the other’s youth or polite words.
As soon as Luo Hai finished speaking, the one-eyed, two-footed creature exerted force on the altar and dashed forward.
“Magic Cultivation Mountains!”
With a single glaring eye, he roared furiously; his punch, as it shot out, unleashed a thunderous boom like a mountain collapsing, shaking the air with deafening resonance!
The boy stood frozen in place, looking startled, a bit dazed and stunned.
He stared blankly at a one-eyed, frighteningly large man charging towards him from across, his body trembling slightly as if startled.
“Oh no!” Lu Yu thought inwardly, suddenly overwhelmed by the worst sense of foreboding.
Lu Yu did not underestimate the young man at all; instead, he was preparing to strike with full strength.
Therefore, even when approaching within less than three meters of the boy, his entire body remained in motion, muscles ready to react to any unexpected situation that might arise!
The boy, who had been standing there like a fool, suddenly transformed from his innocent and pure demeanor to one of coldness and ruthlessness when the punch with a single eye approached within less than a meter.
The youth took a step forward, his figure blurring in an instant as he passed right through the one-eyed creature.
Bang!
Even before he could react, his body had already begun to split inch by inch, then exploding into a shower of blood raining down from the sky.
“Flash sale!” Many people exclaimed in surprise.
They all realized that the three attributes of the one-eyed creature had already reached the peak of a Level 3 Star Soul.
It’s really hard to defeat someone like that in an instant!
The young man killed so effortlessly, dispatching a person in just a single step.
It was merely a transition from an innocent to a cold-blooded expression. Some people had anticipated it, but they never expected the change to be so swift, nor the battle to end so quickly!
Fan Tian’s voice sank heavily, “The desolate mountains have no paths. Have you even given away such abilities?”
Brahma lost the match and felt somewhat embarrassed.
“Isn’t that the same thing?” Huang Ying said, “We’re only responsible for the training, without providing any information about their enemies. How brilliant the battle turns out depends entirely on their own abilities. Just like your people—what capabilities they have, I’ve never revealed. Lord Fantian, in the first battle, my team won.”
The young man walked down the altar expressionlessly; there was hardly any innocence left in that place.
And as one person died, their blood and flesh were absorbed by the altar. At a corner of the altar, a ball of blue flame the size of a football lit up.
“The first flame of the ghost fire, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen it again.” Huang Ying chuckled, “It feels like everything has become familiar once more.”
“The battle is so boring. Compared to before, it’s way too inferior,” said the Eastern Devil King in a cold tone. “Such weak strength really doesn’t spark any interest.”
Fan Tian said, “Isn’t it precisely for the battle at hand, and for activating the altar, that we are here?”
“Second group!” Luo Hai shouted from below the altar. The dozens of human warriors behind him were too stunned to speak.
The second group consists of one person each from the followers of the two Demon Lords from the South and the East.
Boom!
As soon as the two stepped onto the stage, they launched into a ruthless exchange without holding back.
The outcome of the match was decided in almost three seconds.
The person of the Eastern Demon Lord survived, but was missing an arm!
“Group Three!” Luo Hai shouted again. He puffed out his chest and held his head high, as if it were an honor to preside here, a place where he could take immense pride.
Everyone knows that this is a fight to the death.
Therefore, no one can hold back.
Each match was brief, and none of the losers survived.
More and more blue flames appeared on the altar.
Group 5, Liu Qing and members of the Shadow Clan engage in combat.
After ten moves, Liu Qing severed the opponent’s head.
Brahma nodded in satisfaction.
Group Seven, Zhang Ling versus the Southern Demon Lord’s subordinates.
Zhang Ling determines life and death by sheer willpower.
This battle is the longest one so far.
Zhang Ling’s opponent possessed special armor that seemed unbreakable, as if it could never be shattered.
The two were evenly matched.
Finally, Zhang Ling’s willpower faltered for an instant, and his opponent shattered his heart!
Fan Tian said coldly, “Willpower won’t save you either.”
“This is so boring,” Huang Ying chuckled. “I never thought the first time the Demon Altar opens would be this dull!”
“How strong can a third-level Star Soul get?” asked the Southern Devil Monarch.
Lu Yu was familiar with his voice—Tu Xue.
“Hurry up and finish it. I’m getting a bit impatient,” said Huang Ying.
Before them, someone like Zhang Ling, no matter how fiercely and dramatically he fought, could not draw the Demon Lord’s attention.
In their eyes, no matter how magnificent these people’s fighting skills are, it all comes down to a single strike.
“Group Eight!”
Luo Hai shouted from below, “Last group of the first round!”
Liu Qing saw Lu Yu.
Brahma said, “Don’t let me down!”
“I don’t want to die here!” Lu Yu strode onto the arena, his expression icy.
The Eastern Demon Lord said, “Tsk tsk, does everyone have to keep a straight face? How boring.”
“Anyway, I just need the slot!” Huang Ying laughed. “The rest has nothing to do with me.”
Lu Yu’s opponent was a deadly warrior from Tu Xue.
Meanwhile, Tu Xue’s eyes, hidden beneath his black robe, remained fixed on Lu Yu without letting go.
A month ago, he had died alone at Lu Yu’s hands. He never expected they would meet again a month later.
“It’s nothing much,” Tu Xue said disdainfully. “It’s useless in front of him.”
Lu Yu’s opponent had half of his face resembling a burn wound, with dense scars that looked like blood blisters. From the very first battle until now, he had never shown any expression.
Everyone knows that in such a situation, one must either mercifully lay down their weapons and wait to die, or transform into a devil and make the other person die!
As Scarface stepped onto the arena, he instantly drew the two star weapons that had always been hanging at his waist and charged toward Lu Yu.
Boom!
The ground beneath Lu Yu’s feet suddenly began to change!
On the altar, a pitch-black rock appeared.
In an instant, the black stone expanded outward, covering a radius of 250 meters in the blink of an eye.
“What, the Third Yellow Spring trembled!” Huang Ying was astonished.
Bang!
The chair that Tu Xue was sitting on was shattered by a single palm strike, and he himself stood up abruptly.
Completing the White Transformation Armor means that this person has already reached the peak of the third stage and could even withstand a Level 3 Huangquan Quake.
However, it’s not that the White Emperor’s armor is too weak, but rather that the opponent is too strong.
It surpassed the ordinary Yellow Springs’ tremor by far. With two thousand Yellow Springs Blades, two thousand strikes in an instant—do you have the ability at the same level to block them all?
“How could humans possibly complete three stages of the Huangquan Quake in just two months!”
The Eastern Demon Lord’s body trembled slightly as he stared intently at Fan Tian and asked, “Who exactly did you bring here—human or demon?”
Boom!
Beneath the black stone, countless columns of water gushed forth.
More than a thousand water guns gathered around Lu Yu and suddenly activated.
“Two thousand blades of the Yellow Spring!” Tu Xue’s gaze swept toward the water gun, his heart even more startled.
Huang Ying looked at Fan Tian and asked, “Fan Tian, what’s going on here?”
Two thousand water guns, each three meters long, attacked simultaneously; a dense and chaotic array of blades surged from all directions toward the scar-faced man.
“White Transformation Armor!” the scarred man roared. His entire body instantly turned white and began to harden, with scales forming to cover him from head to toe.
However, the simultaneous attack of two thousand long spears was like an endless rain of arrows blotting out the sky, so dense that it became suffocating.
Bang!
The first long spear shattered upon impact with the scaled armor.
Bang, bang, bang—
More lances rained down!
In a single breath, the intense attack of two thousand weapons left one gasping for air.
Scar-Face could not even take another step. His scale armor shattered, countless spears pierced through his body, pinning him to the ground.
Luo Hai felt a bit short of breath.
Even from a distance, witnessing two thousand spears suddenly attacking a single person was truly shocking.
Such an attack surprised the four Demon Lords.
Even Brahma could not have imagined that Lu Yu would be able to activate the Hell’s Blade at level three!
The others, including Huang Ying, understood even more clearly what this implied!
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