Scream! Scream for This King, Now!

"Your Majesty!"

"Oh God, no!"

Seeing what was happening within the formation, everyone came to their senses and understood what had occurred.

Their very venerable emperor chose to self-destruct his cultivation!

On the battlefield, Zhou Mu's face darkened, and his lips trembled.

This is his own grandfather. Last time, he protected the safety of the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty. Unexpectedly, this time, he was forced to self-destruct his cultivation!

On the other side, Zhou Changshou stared intently at the location where the spontaneous explosion had occurred, his gaze extremely solemn.

He had just encountered that formation twice; how could he not recognize it?

It was that formation that confined the impact of the self-destruction entirely between the demon and the father, allowing them to stand here unharmed.

Even the self-destruction of a powerhouse comparable to a Saint King Realm failed to destroy the formation.

This demonstrates the terrifying defensive capabilities of this formation.

However, this raises a question.

How did this formation come about?

Previously, he thought this was a setup by the demon to trap them and hunt them down.

But in this state, unless this demon has lost his mind, how could he possibly trap himself inside?

Judging from his reaction alone, it's clear how much this self-destruction affected him.

"Could there be other people here?!"

Zhou Changshou narrowed his eyes slightly, somewhat uncertain.

The Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty does not have formations of this rank.

Right now, he's facing a dilemma.

To stay or to leave?

Let's go. This formation presents a good opportunity to leave. The formation is contracting towards the center, so no one should be able to stop us anymore.

However, the demon's current state is clearly also severely damaged.

If one can seize this opportunity to kill and refine it, it may allow one to take a bigger step forward. In addition, it may also elevate one's prestige within the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty.

However, the origin of this formation remains a mystery.

If I stay, and the other party has ill intentions, all the sacrifices I've made so far might be wasted.

You have to understand, to achieve this, even his own father's life was sacrificed.

If you can't get any benefits at all, it's simply...

Unacceptable!

Just as he was struggling with this decision.

Buzz.

In the void, the fluctuations of the Imprison Heaven in a Jar spread out once more.

Zhou Changshou's expression changed slightly, and after sensing it, his expression turned serious.

Now we can't leave again!

His gaze returned to Xue Lang's figure, his expression wary.

At this moment, Xue Lang was no longer in human form, but had revealed his true form as Blood Devil. Compared to the other Devil Envoy, he was several times larger. Although he was injured, he still gave people a sense of oppressiveness that made their hearts tremble.

"You despicable human, you deserve to die!"

The voice rang out, sounding quite like a roar, and at the same time, Xue Lang turned to look at Zhou Changshou.

To his utter surprise, he had been outmaneuvered!

Looking back on Zhou Changshou's bizarre behavior, he now realized it was undoubtedly intentional.

The purpose is to deliberately deceive oneself, so as to lower one's guard.

That was their real purpose just now.

It is said that Human Race are skilled at using underhanded tactics, but I never expected to encounter one in such a backward place!

At that moment, he took a step forward, and his entire body transformed into a streak of red light.

The speed was so fast that it surprised countless people.

Zhou Changshou quickly unleashed a strike to block the Xue Lang, while simultaneously trying to dodge.

This time, however, Xue Lang clearly had no intention of continuing to play games with him.

"Order Blood Chain - Lock!"

Xue Lang raised his hands and suddenly slammed them together.

Swish, swish, swish.

In an instant, streaks of blood-red chains shot out from between his hands, exuding an astonishing aura of bloodlust. Blood Devil Race Clan characters swirled around them as they coiled towards Zhou Changshou.

Zhou Changshou pushed his speed to the limit, but below, from within the sea of blood, an astonishing crimson light shot into the sky, transforming into two enormous blood dragons that crashed down, restricting his movements.

This chase lasted only for two breaths before the blood-red chain reached Zhou Changshou's side.

Break!

Zhou Changshou roared, channeling his power, and slammed down with his palm.

Boom!

The crimson chain exploded with a deafening roar.

However, even more crimson chains approached, frantically coiling and connecting.

This scene immediately chilled the hearts of all the powerful figures from the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty present.

"What kind of monster is this demon, and how can it use such terrifying methods!"

"Even the very old Emperor himself sacrificed himself, yet he still couldn't be seriously injured. Is Heaven determined to destroy our Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty?"

"It's over, it's all over! This Devil Creature is getting stronger the more we fight it!"

A feeling of despair spread uncontrollably.

"Father!"

Zhou Mu's expression changed drastically as he stared at the continuously coiling blood-red chains.

Having just lost her grandfather, is she now going to lose her father as well?

If the father dies, then the next one...

Zhou Changshou paid no attention to these comments from outsiders.

He had no time or inclination to care about any of that at the moment.

As the number of blood chains increases, the oppressive force they exert becomes increasingly terrifying.

At this moment, he not only found it difficult to use his strength, but even the flesh and blood of his body were no longer under his control, leaving him in an extremely passive situation.

Brush.

With a flash, Xue Lang appeared in front of Zhou Changshou.

"A clever scheme, but unfortunately, it's laughable in the face of absolute power."

Xue Lang sneered, raised his hand, grabbed Zhou Changshou's arm, and yanked it sharply.

Tear.

His entire arm was easily torn off, like a boneless roast chicken.

Blood gushed out immediately from the wound.

The intense pain caused Zhou Changshou's face to change drastically, but he bit his lip tightly to keep himself from making a sound.

Click.

Xue Lang brought his arm to his mouth and bit down.

This scene sent chills down everyone's spines. Devil Creature, indeed Devil Creature!

The next moment, Xue Lang threw his arm aside.

Following this were voices of utter disdain:

"Hey, what is this? It tastes worse than a dead person!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and grabbed Zhou Changshou's other arm.

Tear.

It fell down again with a thud.

The successive excruciating pain caused Zhou Changshou's body to tremble violently, and his wrinkled, dark face, resembling orange peel, turned pale with pain.

"Old Holy Lord!"

"Ah, no! Old Holy Lord, resist!"

"Demon! Don't torture the old Holy Lord! If you have the guts, give him a quick death!"

This scene immediately caused everyone in the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty to exclaim in surprise.

Xue Lang glanced at Zhou Changshou, his expression clearly showing displeasure, then slammed his severed arm towards Zhou Changshou's head, snarling:

"Speak! Speak for me now!"

The louder it shouts at anything that displeases it, the more excited it becomes, thus making up for its previous dissatisfaction.

Zhou Changshou remained silent, his jaw still clenched.

"Fine, you won't call me that then!"

Xue Lang immediately decided to go head-to-head with Zhou Changshou.

With a wave of his arm, the blood chains below dispersed, revealing Zhou Changshou's lower body.

Brush.

The force swept through, instantly tearing the remaining clothes to shreds.

Zhou Changshou's legs were suddenly revealed to everyone.

At this moment, Xue Lang's voice, tinged with disdain, rang out:

"That's all?!"