"Xu Bighead..."
"Teacher Xu..."
Zhao Zicheng murmured, his eyes lifeless.
Lying in the rubble, Lin Xiaoxiao burst into tears.
The Demon Lords staggered to their feet, their heads aching and swimming, clearly not yet recovered from the aftermath of the explosion.
Even...
Though Xu Yuanqing was clearly dead, their eyes still held fear when they looked at the crater in the ground.
Was this...
Was this the Human Race...
Ink Academy...
And at that moment.
On the distant Gravestone, the ninth pattern had gradually spread across its entire surface.
One look at that terrifying pressure was enough to make their hearts tremble.
"We can't delay any longer."
"Quick!"
At that moment.
Only one final minute remained.
One of the Demon Lords grew somewhat impatient and charged toward Mu Yu as it spoke.
No one could stop them anymore.
They only needed to kill Mu Yu, and everything would be settled.
They could use this passage to march straight into the heart of the Human Race, and with that vast supply of Qi-Blood, they might well enter the Demon God Realm.
At this thought, their eyes filled with excitement.
They sped up.
Xin Yongfeng took a deep breath and struggled to his feet, but he did not even last a second before they swept him away like garbage, sending him flying and crashing heavily to the ground.
He wanted to get up again, but he could no longer do so.
"Heh..."
"Ants will always be..."
Looking at Mu Yu, who was now within reach, the leading Demon Lord casually raised its claw and pressed down hard.
But the next second...
"I..."
"I said, before I die..."
"They... all... all have to stay alive."
With that deep voice, A Tai unleashed every last bit of his potential and lunged over, shielding Mu