Gu Huaiwei Appeared

The appearance of the dragon and the vine greatly reversed the decline of the people in the Lower Realm.

Especially the vines that entwined around the tall fence; a cultivator had specifically examined their thorns, and even considered cutting them off to see if they were strong enough.

Who would have thought that these chilling thorns not only failed to cut down, but instead broke the cultivator's sword.

You must know, this is a sword that Bai Nianchou brought from the Upper Realm!

Everyone felt much more at ease now. With such a thorn protecting the camp, even if the Devil Race attacked, they would probably only be throwing their lives away.

The Human Race were happy, but the Devil Race were not so pleased.

Wugui listened as the advantage he had painstakingly gained was instantly neutralized by the enemy, and they even easily lost a high-level Devil Race. Even though they still held the upper hand, for Wugui, not continuing to kill and plunder was already a huge failure.

He lashed out at Feng Meng and Lun Tai again, berating them. "What exactly are you doing? Didn't I already allow the Devil Race to devour each other? Why have you stopped again?"

Devil Race rely on Demonic Qi to advance in strength. The difference between high- and low-ranking Devil Race is determined by the amount of Demonic Qi they retain. Since there is no Demonic Qi in the Lower Realm, Devil Race can only become powerful by obtaining Demonic Qi from their own kind. This is the fastest way for them to increase their strength.

Of course, Wugui's scolding of the two wasn't out of any personal grudge against them; he was simply arrogant.

As a noble High Antiquity Devil Race, Wugui felt that even the gods had been defeated by them at one point, but it was really unreasonable that such a powerful Devil Race had taken so long to devour the small Lower Realm.

It seems that Wugui has forgotten that the demons who once defeated the God Race have been dead for tens of thousands of years. Their Demonic Qi is constantly being consumed, but no new sources of Demonic Qi are being born.

Without the fundamental means that made them stronger, the Devil Race today is far weaker than it was tens of thousands of years ago. Moreover, the difference between the Lower Realm and Upper Realm is too great, so the Heavenly Dao will naturally choose to weaken their power.

But the Devil Race of today are unaware of all this. They have been imprisoned beneath the Gods and Devils Battlefield for far too long, so long that they can only learn about the power of their ancestors through the recollections of their elders. So long that much important information has been lost in the process of generational change.

Therefore, Wugui, unaware of these inside stories, felt from the bottom of his heart that his subordinates were incompetent. How could the Devil Race, who could contend with the God Race, not be able to deal with humans?

After calming his anger, Wugui said to the two of them, "Alright, you two go down and increase the rate of devouring. Abandon those useless low-level Devil Race and make the high-level Devil Race even stronger!"

As for low-level Devil Race, as long as there is Demonic Qi, there can be as many of those as there is over time.

What he needs now is a powerful team, a team that can break through the blockade of those cultivators.

"Devil Master, we will obey your orders, but have you considered one thing?" Lun Tai still had a smile on his lips, a smile that looked utterly nonchalant.

Wugui didn't understand the meaning behind his words and asked curiously, "What do you mean? What do I need to consider?"

As a Devil Master, all he needs to do is issue orders; what is there to consider?

The only reply he received was Feng Meng's voice, tinged with amusement. "Of course. Consider how other high-ranking Devil Race have increased their power by devouring their own kind. Will you still be able to hold onto your position as Devil Master?"

Wugui's pupils widened suddenly, and the scene before him abruptly darkened. He felt as if something sharp had ripped open his heart, and then the beating in his chest vanished instantly.

Wugui collapsed to the ground, his lifeless pupils reflecting the gleeful expressions of Feng Meng and Lun Tai.

"Fool, you're only slightly better than us." Lun Tai almost laughed as he looked at Wugui, who was slowly losing his breath.

How could he possibly want to be subordinate to him? Originally Lun Tai and Feng Meng hadn't planned to act so quickly, but Wugui made a terrible decision—agreeing to let the Devil Race devour each other.

Although Wugui meant for higher-ranking Devil Race to devour lower-ranking ones, for Feng Meng and his group, devouring anyone was the same as devouring.

Therefore, these two, the most powerful Devil Race besides Wugui, unceremoniously devoured many high-level Devil Race, and their power increased rapidly, which led to today's events.

However, after resolving the Wugui, the two of them will have to compete to determine who is superior, since there can only be one Devil Master, and the Devil Race only needs one leader.

Feng Meng and Lun Tai already had a tacit understanding; they put Wugui's heart aside and started fighting again.

In the end, Feng Meng won. Just as he had done when he killed Wugui, he took Lun Tai's heart and then, in triumph, devoured both hearts.

After absorbing their Demonic Power, Feng Meng felt a tremendous change throughout his body. The Demonic Qi within him was so abundant that he could create millions of low-level Devil Race with a wave of his hand.

However, as the ultimate winner, Feng Meng's joy didn't last long.

Because very quickly, a hand as white as jade pierced through his heart from behind.

Feng Meng finally met the same fate as his two kin. In the large room, the stench of blood filled the air. The three corpses quickly turned into smoke and disappeared. Only Feng Meng's heart remained, proclaiming that they had once existed.

Gu Huaiwei pleasure, slowly absorbing it completely.

He still had that ethereal, otherworldly air about him, but no one knew that it was this very person with that otherworldly face who had brought Lower Realm lives to this state.

At this moment, Gu Huaiwei was completely transformed into a demon.

He stepped out of the house and returned to the altar. With a wave of his sleeve, countless Devil Race were born.

"Go! Turn the Lower Realm into a purgatory, and put the lives of those Human Race and Demon Race in my hands!" Gu Huaiwei's eyes were filled with a terrifying madness.

Beneath the altar, the Qi Household father and daughter, ignored by the lower-level Devil Race, took in all these scenes. Gate Master Qi cautiously tugged at his daughter's sleeve, his gaze towards Gu Huaiwei filled with fear. "Aren't we just playing with fire? He doesn't seem like the type to help us achieve immortality."

Qi Yaoji also stared intently at the tall figure on the altar, who had generously removed his mask, revealing his true face.

Only now did Qi Yaoji realize that the person she had been following actually had the exact same face as Sang Ying's master.

"Don't worry, Father," Qi Yaoji gritted her teeth, "Even if he refuses to help us become immortals, I will make him keep his promise."

No one can deceive her, no one can take advantage of her!

If Gu Huaiwei really lied to her, she would definitely make her pay the price!