Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 846 - 476 Asna Descends!
846: Chapter 476: Asna Descends!
The Amethyst Calamity of the Western Lands, A World in Despair, The Last Soldier of the Human Realm!
846 -476: Asna Descends!
The Amethyst Calamity of the Western Lands, A World in Despair, The Last Soldier of the Human Realm!
The sky was a murky gray.
It was stuffy, humid, with not a breath of cool air.
Aksha, the Master of Myriad Transformations, felt some irritability as he tugged at his neatly pressed collar.
With an effortless exertion of strength, the ornamental clasp at his collar immediately burst open, but this did nothing to alleviate the shadow that loomed over his heart.
Ever since that inexplicable sense of palpitations surfaced in his heart three days ago, the sensation had only intensified as time passed.
Yet no matter what means he used to investigate or how hard he tried, he simply could not locate the source of his unease.
“Could it be that the eccentric Imperial Uncle from the Human Realm has made another breakthrough in his cultivation?”
The Master of Myriad Transformations stood upon the mountaintop, looking out at the still towering and majestic blood-red defense lines in the distance.
For a moment, his pupils contracted, and he started to feel somewhat unsure.
Just two months ago, he was contemplating whether to collaborate with the Human Race to escape the encirclement of the Demon Legion.
Unexpectedly, a formidable expert capable of a Breakthrough Limit Third Layer emerged from within the Human Race of the Western Lands.
This startling turn of events directly changed the battle situation in the Western Lands, causing the Soldier Legion and the Demon Legion to unite.
The balance of power, the shifts between friend and foe, and the frequent changes in offense and defense, seemed to be the tricks of fate.
“Master of Myriad Transformations, you’re indeed here.”
“My Wolf Brother and I have felt an unexplained sense of apprehension for the past two days and have been unable to find any cause.
Have you discovered any clues?”
Under the pressure of the Human Realm’s great Imperial Uncle, the Golden Gallant Marquis, the atmosphere between the Demonkin and the Soldiers had become much more harmonious than before.
External pressure is always the best adhesive for internal fractures.
“Have you two Demon Marshals also had such premonitions?” The Master of Myriad Transformations glanced over the faces of the two great Demon Marshals and then sighed wistfully,
“Although I have no concrete evidence, if I am not mistaken, the root of all these extraordinary changes likely lies with those in the Human Realm.”
Following the direction of the Master of Myriad Transformations’ pointing finger, one could see a handsome young man dressed in a blood-red robe waving and smiling at them from atop the walls of the blood-colored defense line.
The young man’s smile was self-assured and brimming with enthusiasm, but somehow, if one made eye contact with him, it sent chills down the spine, as if a terrifying soul was dwelling within his body, stirring an icy fear in one’s heart.
“Two Marshals, no matter what scheme this scoundrel has, I think it is best for each of us to withdraw,” suggested the Master of Myriad Transformations after a long silence.
“Isn’t it a pity to withdraw now?
Aside from that distant one, the experts of the Human Race have nearly all been slaughtered in the fierce battles with us.
Although the price we paid was somewhat heavy, with the help of the Great Formation, we might still have a chance to slay him!” The disproportionally sized Demonkin with a giant black dragon head couldn’t help but speak out.
“Both of you, haven’t you noticed?
Those experts of the Human Race we slaughtered before—I, the Master of Myriad Transformations, once thought that it was thanks to my unmatched military strategies that we could trap and kill so many experts from the Human Race.
But now, I too have come to taste the flavor of reality.”
“All this, it seems a bit too smooth, as if an invisible hand was coordinating with us, manipulating everything.”
“Moreover, according to some tongues we captured from within the Human Race, the cultivation of that remote countenance-preserving Golden Gallant Marquis was not ideal before.”
“His cultivation seemed to have risen along with the severe casualties of their elite.
This scoundrel even showed weakness on purpose, continuously luring us to attack their city, until after their defense lines broke the previous time, that’s when he finally revealed his Breakthrough Limit Third Level cultivation.”
“Master of Myriad Transformations, are you saying that this scoundrel is deliberately using us to eliminate his opponents, and then, as now, will take control alone?” The Black Dragon Demon Marshal was once again startled and perplexed.
“Dragon Brother, wrong,” Red Wolf Demon Marshal turned around and looked into the distance, “If I am not mistaken, what the Master of Myriad Transformations is implying is—Human Demon!”
The last two words from the Red Wolf Demon Marshal were pronounced with extra emphasis, his eyes filled with apprehension.
The three formidable figures looked at each other and fell into silence once again.
To retreat—it sounded simple, but how and to where?
If they continued to stay in the Human Realm, they might as well keep up the current pressure to prevent the Human Race from gathering more strength to engage them in battle.
But if each were to return to their homes,
Both the Black Dragon Demon Marshal and the Red Wolf Demon Marshal knew they could not go back.
When the Four Pole Firmament Great Array in the Demon Realm had been widely opened, and the four Demon Lords were pressuring the Human Realm, there was a chance for them to return through the Demon Pool.
But the two demons, blinded by their own hubris upon hearing the fall of their brothers, the Blood Dragon Demon Marshal and the Hundred-Headed Demon Wolf, through the Magic Artifact, and seeing the weakness of the Western Lands with the Demon Lords united, they couldn’t fathom how they could lose.
Especially since they were at an advantage in the Western Lands battle,
Thus, the two demons, eager for personal glory and unwilling to share their achievements with other Demonkin, rejected the opportunity despite having enough materials for the Demon Pool.
The situation, however, went through a myriad of twists and turns, and before they knew it, they could no longer return.
This boomerang hit hard and true, landing right between their eyes.
Now the Demon Realm Four Pole Dome Array had already crumbled, and constructing a Demon Pool was pointless.
So, there they were, a stray force, stranded in the Human Realm.
