A God Lord could have only one servant.
I am the God Lord's servant.
Only I can live forever...
"And only by killing everyone can I become that 'only one.'"
This thought instantly rose in the hearts of the demonic fiends.
At once, a demon cultivator from Ten Thousand Monster Mountain went mad. He tore off his black robe, bared his fangs, and bit into a Corpse Cultivator from Corpse Valley beside him, tearing at his flesh and blood.
"Beast, you court death!"
The Corpse Cultivator flew into a rage. The killing intent that had been stirring within him could no longer be restrained. On one hand, he transformed his own flesh into corpse flesh to resist the demon cultivator's attack; on the other, he shook the Corpse Control Bell and summoned the Bronze Corpse from its coffin to attack the frenzied demon cultivator.
The green-faced, fanged Bronze Corpse immediately extended its sharp claws. Carrying a reeking wind, it tore through the demon cultivator's back, flipping open flesh and exposing ghastly white bones.
Yet the splattered Monster Blood sprayed onto a Demonic Cultivator from the Blood Refining Sect beside them.
Blood Refining Sect Demonic Cultivators could not stand the sight of blood. Stimulated by the bloody scent, this one's eyes instantly turned crimson. He pounced on the Ten Thousand Monster Mountain demon cultivator, bit down on his neck, and activated the Blood Refining Sect's demonic art, draining his blood like a whale swallowing the sea.
Once the slaughter began, the blood, Demonic Qi, and killing intent mixed together, stirring the desires buried in everyone else's hearts as well.
For a time, the great hall descended into a brutal melee.
Yet not every Demonic Cultivator joined the chaotic battle.
Most of those whose minds had gone mad and who had plunged