The demons of the Western lands were routed!
Once the army was defeated, the rest collapsed like a landslide.
Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say they fled in disarray!
Unfortunately, they could not escape. With three Demon Kings lending their strength and sealing off all directions, wherever Zhu Qingling arrived and locked down, not a single demon in that area could get away.
They all died.
The high-ranking demons were drained dry.
The low- and mid-ranking demons were killed.
The surviving humans cautiously stepped out of the low houses where they had been kept like livestock. When they saw the demons' severed limbs scattered everywhere, then spotted Zhu Qingling and the others leaping through the air, they all knelt involuntarily, clasping their hands and murmuring prayers. No one knew whether they were praying or giving thanks.
A few days later.
Apart from those who had fled, the demons of the Western lands had basically been wiped out.
Lux was completely numb.
Almost all of his subordinates had died. Many of them had cursed him out before dying. He simply could not understand it. They were all killing, and Shangguan Bo and the others had killed even more! Why had they not cursed Shangguan Bo or Leng Shuang? Why had they singled him out and cursed only him?!
Hmph!
Those idiots deserved to die!!
Lux of course understood why his subordinates had cursed him. But he was deeply vicious, selfish, and self-centered. Being suppressed by Zhu Qingling and forced to submit had already driven him nearly mad. How could he possibly admit that he was wrong? How could he reflect on himself in front of the weak?
So what if they died?
He, a Demon King, had never been of the same kind as a bunch of underlings.