He paused for a moment, then threw his head back and burst into unrestrained laughter.
The laughter was filled with the exhilaration of victory and disdain for the Devil Race.
Immediately afterwards, the Human Race army also burst into laughter.
The laughter mingled together, like rolling thunder.
The sound echoed over the battlefield, causing the surrounding air to tremble slightly.
In an instant, an atmosphere of mockery and smugness permeated the Human Race camp.
As the laughter subsided, the Human Race army roared in unison.
The voices were unified and Hong Liang, as if they were the unwavering will bursting forth from the chests of countless people:
" Human Race will not accept surrender; exterminate the Devil Race and destroy their culture."
"Extinguish the lineage, is there a problem?" This resounding cry echoed like a thunderclap.
It carried boundless killing intent and determination, striking directly at the Demon King's heart.
The Demon King's body shuddered violently, and Blood Color drained from his face.
He finally understood that the Human Race was determined to wipe the Devil Race out of this world completely, leaving no chance of survival.
The thought that the Devil Race's heritage was about to be severed and its culture about to Annihilation...
His heart felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer, and the pain spread throughout his body.
If it really comes to that, their Devil Race...
They will never have a chance to rise again, and will be completely reduced to dust in the long river of history, forgotten by future generations.
" Human Race, how can you be so immoral?"
The Demon King, filled with grief and rage, trembled violently and shouted, "..."
"You Human Race, haven't you always prioritized the Dao?"
Do they claim to be a righteous army? Now they're resorting to such ruthless extermination.
"What difference is there between this and those evil and crooked paths?" At this moment,
In his eyes, Human Race was no longer the noble race that constantly preached justice and morality.
It was something even more terrifying than the devil, and fear spread through my heart like a tidal wave.
Around the battlefield, a dense crowd of onlookers from all sides had gathered.
Seeing the Demon King's pathetic and begging-for-for-merit appearance, a burst of laughter erupted from the crowd.
"Haha, I never thought the arrogant Demon King would actually be a coward one day!"
A young cultivator in a gray robe pointed at the battlefield and laughed loudly, his face full of schadenfreude.
"How can I not be a coward? If I fail, I'll simply vanish from the world."
Anyone would be afraid.
A slightly overweight middle-aged cultivator beside him echoed,
With a touch of emotion on his face, he kept shaking his head.
"That's not the worst part; the most crucial thing is destroying the lineage."
Destroying culture—that's a brilliant move; if it succeeds...
The Devil Race will truly vanish completely from this world, leaving not a trace.
An elderly man with white hair stroked his beard.
His expression was solemn, and a hint of reluctance was revealed in his eyes.
Even if the Devil Race disappeared, they must have left behind some memories or bloodlines.
From the crowd, a woman in a blue silk dress frowned slightly and spoke softly.
"Yes, perhaps in the future, someone among the Human Race will awaken the Devil Race inheritance."
"By then, many problems will likely arise and become difficult to control."
A tall man next to him nodded in agreement.
A look of worry appeared on his face.
Everyone chimed in, discussing animatedly.
His eyes were glued to the battlefield, afraid of missing any exciting moment.
However, Aotian ignored the surrounding discussions.
His expression was cold and stern, like an emotionless statue.
Just then, a million White Horse Volunteers behind Ye Changge.
These female soldiers were all very heroic, riding pure white steeds.
The horse radiated a soft glow, and its hooves pounded the ground with a crisp sound.
"Who says women are inferior to men? Slaughter these demon bastards!"
"Kill them all, leave no one alive!"
Shouts rose and fell in waves, and as the sounds subsided...
A terrifying and chilling pressure swept out.
These Human Race soldiers were surrounded by surging spiritual energy.
Their power erupted instantly, revealing them all to be at the Origin God level.
Even more astonishingly, within the team,
Several powerful experts at the Universe Realm were directing the operation methodically.
Their every instruction was precise and forceful.
Leading a million female soldiers like an iron torrent,
They surged towards the Devil Race army.
"How is this possible? Human Race female soldiers are all so powerful!"
"Even the weakest among them are Origin God level experts."
Such a powerful army, even in the Inner Universe...
That's probably extremely rare.
"It seems the Devil Race is doomed this time; they are truly destined for extinction."
"When women take action, they are truly ruthless and decisive."
However, this group of Devil Race usually commits many evil deeds.
"Now that they've ended up like this, they deserve it."
"Look! The Devil Race are completely outmatched; they can't hold on at all."
Exclamations of surprise rippled through the crowd, and all eyes turned to the Human Race army.
As expected, under the fierce attack of the million- White Horse Volunteers,
The Devil Race army was utterly powerless to resist; the soldiers were like ants.
They fell down rapidly, one after another.
In the sky, a dense mass of Devil Race corpses fell like raindrops.
Blood stained the earth, presenting a horrific scene to everyone.
"You Devil Race warriors, did you hear that?"
You've all seen it, haven't you Human Race aren't letting us live. What do you suggest we do?
The Demon King gazed at the resolute and murderous posture of the Human Race before him.
Anger and despair intertwined in my heart.
His face flushed red with anger, and veins bulged on his forehead.
Like twisted little snakes.
A desperate roar echoed across the battlefield.
Filled with endless grief, indignation, and resentment.
"My king, we are willing to die for our race, please grant our request."
A resounding and unwavering response surged forth from the Devil Race army like a raging tide.
A fanatical Flame burned in the eyes of countless Devil Race.
That was a resolute willingness to die for the survival of the race.
No sooner had they finished speaking than they began the sacrifice without hesitation.
Strange rays of light emanated from the Devil Race.
They converged into massive torrents of energy.
They rushed deeper into the Devil Race territory.
With the continuous injection of energy,
An ancient and mysterious Blood Color rune deep within the Devil Race was instantly activated.
The runes emitted an eerie, blood-red light, and wherever the light reached...
Tens of thousands of Devil Race were pulled by an invisible force and instantly swallowed up.
The moment these Devil Race were devoured,
His face still bore the resolute determination to sacrifice himself for his race.
Without the slightest fear or hesitation.
Aotian watched this scene quietly, his face showing no change in expression.
His deep eyes were as calm as still water.
It was as if everything happening before his eyes was exactly what he had expected.
He stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering gently in the wind.
He exuded a powerful aura that was difficult to fathom.
" Human Race, come on! Even if we die in battle today, we will not let you succeed!"
The Demon King sensed the power brought by the activation of the runes, and a glimmer of hope welled up in his heart.
A Demonic Saber suddenly appeared in his hand, its Demonic Saber Vertical and Horizontal demonic energy.
It burned fiercely like black Flame, radiating a terrifying pressure.
Wherever this oppressive force touched, the space itself trembled.
The surrounding air seemed to freeze, and the sand and gravel on the ground were hurled up by a powerful force.
This formed a small sandstorm.