A New Devil Master

Gu Huaiwei's power is terrifying. He has devoured too many powerful Devil Race. Now, the three remaining high-ranking Devil Race who were qualified to compete for the throne are all dead. Gu Huaiwei has naturally become the new Devil Master.

Unlike the previous Wugui, Gu Huaiwei didn't care about casualties or the extent to which this land would be damaged.

He frantically conjured up Devil Race, using their massive army to overwhelm the cultivators at the front lines. Many cultivators didn't even have time to cry out before they were quickly swallowed up by the Devil Race tide.

Such speed was terrifying. After breaking through the front line of defense, the Devil Race pounced on the temporary camp built by the cultivators like vicious dogs.

Amidst screams, the crowd quickly discovered that a tall fence, entwined with vines, had blocked the Devil Race. The black spikes on it were incredibly accurate, instantly turning any Devil Race struck by them into ashes.

However, the number of Devil Race was simply too great; they surged forward relentlessly, seemingly without end, constantly assaulting the fence.

Cultivators with various Spirit Root stepped forward to reinforce the fence, and the vines cleverly covered the outside with another layer of thorns. The previous thorns were almost worn away, and the new batch of thorns was sharper than before, seemingly able to hold out for a while longer.

However, relying solely on vines to defend the camp was clearly unsuitable. As soon as the front line was breached, Sang Zheng and the others packed up their belongings and planned to arrange for the rest of them to retreat first.

Their start wasn't actually a failure; in fact, because they outnumbered the cultivators, they initially held a slight advantage. As a result, they seized a large tract of land, and even now, in their retreat, they've only ceded a small portion to the Devil Race.

However, even if it's only a small portion, Sang Zheng and his group are unwilling to let the Devil Race easily take over.

"The situation is dire. Given the ferocity of these Devil Race, even if we retreat, we won't have a good life in the future!" The speaker was an elder of the Flowing Light Sword Sect, whose only son had recently died on the front lines.

But he had no time to grieve; he could only quickly compose himself and throw himself into the next phase of the relocation.

The sect leaders of the Immortal Spirit Realm knew what the elder was worried about, but the opponent was strong and they were weak, so they had no choice but to retreat.

Seeing that everyone was about to start arguing over these meaningless things again, Sang Zheng quickly spoke up, "What's the use of saying all this now? The most important thing is to save everyone's lives!"

For a moment, everyone in the room fell silent.

After they calmed down, just as the head of the Jimo Household was about to say something, a young disciple suddenly burst in, panting heavily, and shouted to everyone, "Those Devil Race have suddenly stopped moving!"

The sound of chairs being moved immediately echoed inside the room. By the time the young disciple recovered, the powerful figures in the room had all vanished.

Just as the young disciple had said, outside the tall fence, all Devil Race, whether they were climbing upwards or reaching out their claws to attack others, stopped moving as if they had been Immobilization Incantation!

Lan Fusheng and Bai Kejin were initially worried that this was some kind of conspiracy, so they carefully killed a few Devil Race. But they soon discovered that these Devil Race were truly immobile. Even when they attacked each other, the Devil Race didn't even let out a scream, just like mindless puppets.

This delighted the cultivators. Forget about fleeing, they all rushed into battle, determined to kill as many demons as possible before the Devil Race recovered.

It was only because powerful figures like Sang Zheng were still worried that this was a conspiracy by the Devil Race that they were unwilling to let their disciples get too close.

Fortunately, the cultivators who have survived to this point are all quite capable, making it incredibly easy for them to deal with these Devil Race.

In just a short while, a large number of Devil Race outside the fence disappeared.

But this scene did not bring Sang Zheng any joy. He looked worriedly at the Devil Race army not far away, his brows furrowing. "What happened to these Devil Race? Why did they suddenly stop?"

The Devil Race suddenly stopped, naturally because their controllers were distracted and unable to make any further moves.

At this moment, Gu Huaiwei was entangled with a powerful enemy, so he had no time to command the Devil Race to attack, let alone create new Devil Race.

Jiang Zhuoxue, with her eerie appearance, was ruthless in her attacks. Qi Yaoji and the others wanted to help, but Boruo blocked their way.

As a princess, she relied on her powerful royal bloodline to directly control several high-ranking Devil Race closest to them, allowing them to block Qi Yaoji and the others.

High-level Devil Race are not something ordinary cultivators can withstand, let alone so many high-level Devil Race.

Gu Huaiwei took in the entire scene below, his gaze towards Jiang Zhuoxue filled with chilling coldness. "What a pity, the former young master of the Black Dragon Clan, is now a complete demon. In your current state, do you still have the right to like Sang Ying, who is the successor of the Sword Immortal?"

Gu Huaiwei didn't intentionally try to find out about the two of them. He didn't like Sang Ying as she was now, nor did he like the world as it was now, but what he disliked even more was Jiang Sang Ying Jiang Zhuoxue.

Thinking this, Gu Huaiwei became even more ruthless, and the sharp blade in her hand almost slit Jiang Zhuoxue's throat.

Fortunately, Jiang Zhuoxue dodged in time and even swung her claw at Gu Huaiwei's shoulder instead.

Not a drop of blood flowed from the hole in Gu Huaiwei's shoulder; it healed very quickly.

Jiang Zhuoxue certainly didn't miss this scene. "Monster," he said to Gu Huaiwei.

Gu Huaiwei laughed after hearing this, "Monster? If I'm a monster, then what are you, a half-demon, half-dragon? A little bastard abandoned by the heavens, and you dare to insult me?"

Jiang Zhuoxue hadn't heard anyone curse him like that in a long time, but he felt no anger at all; all he wanted to do right now was kill the man in front of him.

The two became increasingly ruthless, leaving even the cautious Jiang Zhuoxue with numerous wounds, let alone Gu Huaiwei, who was now acting like a madman.

He was fighting Jiang Zhuoxue with a life-or-death mentality, determined to kill this impure-blooded fellow.

Just when Jiang Zhuoxue thought that the two were evenly matched and that they would not be able to determine a winner if they continued to fight, the Demonic Qi in Gu Huaiwei's body suddenly surged!

Jiang Zhuoxue's pupils widened suddenly; he instinctively sensed danger. But it was too late for Jiang Zhuoxue to get rid of Gu Huaiwei. He could only watch helplessly as a tentacle emerged from behind Gu Huaiwei and stabbed towards his head.

With a soft splattering sound, hot blood splattered onto Jiang Zhuoxue's face.

He blinked, and beads of blood rolled down his eyelashes.

Jiang Zhuoxue looked up and finally saw who had blocked the fatal blow for him—it was Boruo.

The woman's body floated down lightly, and Jiang Zhuoxue instinctively caught her. He desperately mobilized the Demonic Qi within his body, attracting all the high-level Devil Race he could control to help him block Gu Huaiwei's attack.

Jiang Zhuoxue didn't even care about her head, which was throbbing from using too much Divine Sense. She simply hugged her mother and flew away from the place.

He knew that the person in his arms would definitely not survive this time.