At this moment, Di Jun's mind was incredibly clear. Many of the fogs that had shrouded his heart in the past had completely dissipated, and he seemed to have glimpsed his destiny at a certain moment in the future.
Suddenly, he abruptly raised his head!
Golden Emperor's Blood slid down his chin, dripping onto his shattered breastplate with a barely audible dripping sound.
The excruciating pain in his chest and the icy rage in his heart strangely merged at this moment, igniting a frenzied fighting spirit originating from the deepest part of the Primordial Golden Crow Bloodline, a spirit he was born with!
"Heh... heh heh..." A low, broken laugh escaped from the depths of Di Jun's throat, starting faintly, then amplifying, and finally transforming into a roar that pierced the Yunxiao, filled with self-mockery and boundless rage!
"Ha ha ha ha!
I am Demon Emperor Di Jun, who commands Myriad Demons and holds the reins of power in the Heavenly Court!
How could we... how could we be like chickens and dogs... wagging our tails and begging for mercy... sitting and waiting to die?!
He struggled to prop up his badly injured body, his left arm hanging limply at his sides. With only his right arm, he grabbed the broken Golden Crow crown that symbolized his glory and his current shame from the ground. Without even looking at it, he crushed it into a twisted lump of gold and flung it into the churning blood mist behind him!
"Demon Master!" Di Jun's gaze was like a quenched blade, fixed on the Kunpeng, who was not far away, barely breathing, with half of his demonic body broken and only fear in his eyes.
"Your Majesty..." Kunpeng struggled to respond, his voice hoarse and dry.
Di Jun's gaze swept over the remaining Demon Saint, Bai Ze, Jiu Ying, and Ji Meng, who were weak and ashen-faced, as well as the scattered demon Demon Soldiers in the distance who had survived the aftershock of the punch but were now trembling and limp as mud.
"You all, raise your heads and look at me!" Di Jun's voice was like a broken war drum, hoarse yet loud, carrying a hysterical power that made all the remaining Demon Clan race tremble violently.
"Do you see them? Where are those high and mighty Saint?"
They will only look down from their palaces at us, seeing us as ants struggling in the mud!
What they seek is nothing more than to manipulate the fate of us living beings under the Heavenly Dao, intending to make us submit to the so-called Great Trend of the Heavenly Dao and drift with the tide!
He dragged his broken body forward two steps, facing east— the Human Clan of Longevity Mountain, and above him, Jiang Yun, who resembled a colossal god of Chaos!
"Today, I, the Emperor, may perish here!"
Our Demon Clan Heavenly Court may be extinguished here!
Di Jun's voice suddenly rose, carrying a frenzied intensity fueled by the burning passion of life. "But are we Demon Clan destined to be prey to others?"
The Demon Clan is Immortality. Even if we are shattered to pieces and our very souls are destroyed, you... must not lose the backbone of the Demon Clan, you must not lose the blood and spirit of the Demon Clan!
He abruptly turned his mangled body, his gaze burning like the last star, sweeping over every Demon Clan:
"Ladies and gentlemen, do you still remember the glory of the ancient Sea of Stars, where all spirits submitted?"
Can you still hold onto your claws and fangs?
Rather than silently awaiting death... becoming mere foils for others to demonstrate their power, would you rather...?
Di Jun took a deep breath, his shattered chest emitting a bellows-like whine, condensing his last demonic power, his final indomitable will, and his madness into a roar that resounded throughout the Primordial Desolation World, piercing through Cloud-Piercing Cracked Stone:
"Emperor's Blood?"
"Roar!!!"
"Awoo--!"
"Hahaha--!"
"We swear to follow His Your Majesty to the death! Kill! Kill! Kill!"
The once-dead Demon Clan army was ignited by Di Jun's words, with its last and most ferocious demonic flames!
The remaining hundred thousand or so Demon Soldiers, whether they were Eagle Demon with broken wings, tiger monsters with broken claws and teeth, or scaled demons that had lost half of their Demon Body and were still bleeding foul blood, now had a more frenzied light in their eyes than when they were slaughtered before!
That was no longer a desperate resistance driven by fear, but a ferocity that had been fully unleashed from the depths of Bloodline!
Bai Ze struggled to his feet, swaying, blood still trickling from the corner of his mouth, but for the first time, his eyes, which shone with wisdom and insight, ignited a pure, all-or-nothing fighting spirit.
Although two of the nine ferocious snake heads of the Jiu Ying drooped, the remaining seven stood tall, emitting sharp, piercing hissing sounds and poisonous smoke!
Although the steel trident in Ji Meng's hand was bent, it once again swirled with a murderous aura like ripples on water!
Even the Demon Master Kunpeng, whose eyes were always full of calculation and hidden sinister intent, was completely swept away by the final heroic spirit and unwillingness of the Demon Emperor!
He let out a shriek, and the dilapidated Demon Master Palace was once again activated, emitting a dim yet incomparably resolute mystical light!
"I am willing to follow Your Majesty!!"
"Fight to the death! Fight to the death!!!"
A shrill, wild roar, brimming with boundless Destruction intent, gathered like a storm!
The remaining Yao Qi, the life essence forced to the brink of despair, and the last essence of the soul, like rivers flowing into the sea, actually formed a dark red pillar of Blood Fiend on Di Jun's body, condensed to the extreme and almost solidified, soaring into the sky!
At this moment, Di Jun's Imperial Dao made great progress. As an emperor, he would die standing up!
The remnants of the Heavenly Court, fueled by the Demon Emperor Di Jun's spirited speech, ignited their last and most dangerous flames of life!
Below, within the ruins of Wuzhuang Temple, the Human Clan survivors, from Huang and Wa to the most ordinary women and children, all silently watched this tragic scene.
Their eyes no longer held a simple sense of vengeance, but rather revealed an extremely complex expression—hatred, pity, and a cold, hard realization.
Faced with the same threat of annihilation, the Human Clan Blood-Weeping and kowtowed, pleading for help but finding no one to turn to.
Even as the Demon Clan lay dying, and the Demon Emperor resolutely requested to fight, he could not summon even a wisp of Sage's Grace.
At this moment, the Blood Sea between the human and demon races seemed so "equal" and insignificant compared to the invisible barrier erected by the Saint that separated heaven and earth from all living beings.
An indescribable sorrow enveloped the surviving Human Clan.
At the very moment when the deafening roars of demons and the mournful cries of humans and demons converged...
Laugh!
The Golden-Thread Sandalwood Incense in the air burned out its last wisp of light, and the wisps of smoke completely dissipated into nothingness.
The time it takes for an incense stick to burn is up!
"Waaah--"
A deeper, more irresistible sense of timelessness descended silently upon the battlefield once more! Even more so than before!
Before the arrogance on Di Jun's face solidified, it turned into a sense of relief and liberation. Taiyi also struggled to come to Di Jun's side, and a mad light remained in Kunpeng's eyes.
Below, Human Clan stood with their mouths agape, their eyes frozen with unfinished sorrow or horror. Even the towering Demon Clan Blood Fiend pillar was fixed into a strange, dark red sculpture in the frozen space.
Only Jiang Yun moved.
"Di Jun, you truly deserve to be called the Demon Emperor of the Demon Clan. With this level of awareness today, if you can survive, the Hunyuan Realm is within reach!"
"Hahaha... Jiang Yun, although we are now enemies, I am still... very grateful to you... cough cough... for helping me understand my own path. Now, looking back on the Fetal Membrane Plan that you wanted to promote, it may actually be a good way out for my Demon Clan!"
What a pity, what a pity!
Alright, the time has come, let's go!
Di Jun looked at Jiang Yun, who was still in the same posture, standing with his hands behind his back, his figure as upright as a giant pillar supporting the sky.
Jiang Yun's gaze pierced through the frozen space and time, calmly landing on Di Jun, without pity or contempt, only an indifference as if executing a predetermined procedure.
After he figured some things out, he realized that even if there were better solutions, some things simply couldn't be implemented the way they were supposed to!
Because your word doesn't count!