Looking at the handsome young man before them—handsome enough to make them intensely jealous—the Demonfall remnants wore gloomy expressions, furious yet afraid to speak.
Their gazes toward Ling Zhan were filled with deep resentment, but even more so with fear and awe.
The vice bishop was frantically activating the distress tool concealed beneath his sleeve.
Yet no matter how he activated it, the entire device remained unresponsive.
The vice bishop finally realized that they had indeed been abandoned as pawns.
However...
Their eyes showed not the slightest despair. Instead, they burned with the blazing flames of battle!
A fanatical, morbid emotion overflowed from every inch of their bodies.
"Hmph! Even if you destroy our lives, when the day of ten thousand demons descending arrives, it will be the day of our resurrection!"
"The great Devil Master will never forget us brave Warriors!"
"All you Saint Descendants who walk alongside demons!"
"Let us perish together!"
"Offer our lowly lives to the sacred and exalted Devil Master!"
The vice bishop was the first to shout these slogans with a devout expression.
"OHHHHHH!!"
The few remaining elite members were actually stirred by those ridiculous slogans. Their faces were full of defiance and courage, as though they had already regarded their own sacrifice as something immensely noble!
What was worse, a Level 61 elite member beside the vice bishop directly cursed at Ling Zhan, "You're still making me choose? I choose your—"
But...
Before he could utter the word "mother"...
Whoosh!!
An incomparably sharp streak of snow-white sword light flashed past in an instant!
None of them saw how the stern young man had drawn his sword.
A head flew high into the air, black demonic blood spraying out like a fountain!
Yet the snow-white longsword in Ling Zhan's hand was not stained by