The Dark Devil Lord was utterly confident—if two Saints kept Huotian entangled, then the remaining Saint could unleash a massacre, with no one able to stand against him!
"Kill!"
He issued the command, assuming leadership even among the three Saints. Perhaps it was because his true identity was the Dark Devil Lord; perhaps it was also because he possessed a secret art that bewitched hearts, one that might have influenced even Saints without their noticing.
After all, what Saints possessed in abundance was merely power!
The battle ignited at once, then swiftly erupted into a bloody melee.
The Dark Devil Lord did not care in the least about his side's casualties. All he needed was blood—the blood of the strong—to undo the seal on his true body. Once his true body was unsealed, who in heaven and earth could possibly be his match?
Everything went as he had expected. The chaotic battle began, and two Saints went up against Huotian. Yet the third Saint, Blood Sha, failed to begin his slaughter—because he was stopped by a donkey!
A donkey!
Pfft!
At the sight of this, most people nearly spat blood!
What was going on? A donkey could stop a Saint? Donkeys were not even considered demonic beasts. In the Mortal World, they were draft animals and food on the table—how could one possibly rival a Saint?
What was more, this donkey looked incomparably cheap and gaudy. A floral skirt was wrapped around its rear, while gold and silver glittered all over its body, reeking of the vulgar ostentation of a nouveau riche. It was utterly impossible to imagine how it could possess Saint-level combat power!
Yet facts spoke louder than words!
After merely three to five exchanges, everyone understood: Black Donkey was the fifth Saint!
Though this was hardly the