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Chapter 1011 Master and Disciple Reunite and Reveal Secrets

That great battle broke out on the border of Fire State.

Since the destruction of the Ten Demons of the Southeast, there has been no large-scale battle like this for a long time, and it was extremely fierce.

Among the demon lords who participated in the battle, there were dozens at the Grandmaster level.

The eight strongest weapon masters, among whom the most outstanding, such as the Ferocious Demon Spear, the Wrathful Demon Pestle, and the Blood Demon Thorn, are all formidable characters.

The lowest-ranking soldiers under their command were elite-level warriors of the same cultivation level.

Moreover, the Demon Soldier Village possesses a powerful weapon: demonic thoughts, invisible yet all-pervasive, trapping all living beings like a net.

With a single thought from the warlord, the soldiers, no matter where they were, were under his control and obeyed his orders instantly.

Once a demonic lord spreads out, its countless claws and fangs, like tentacles, can also serve as decoys, making it very difficult to find and kill its true form.

Back then, the Mad Demon Blade ravaged the three northwestern states, slaughtering countless people. Each time, he managed to escape from heavy encirclements. Wave after wave of slave soldiers died, but he himself remained unscathed and grew stronger with each battle.

It was only thanks to the Great Gentleman's emergency intervention that his plan to advance to Grandmaster was interrupted, and all of Mad Demon Blade's slave soldiers were wiped out, that this most powerful demon was finally captured alive.

Having learned from past mistakes, the remaining Demon Lords became more discreet and cunning, knowing how to disguise themselves and use decoys to grow stronger in the shadows and avoid attention.

They're all sixth-born.

This resource is too tempting; it's related to upgrading the demonic weapon, which is necessary to summon the true form of the Demonic Weapon Master.

There were also ambitious soldiers among the slaves who wanted to take this opportunity to assassinate their masters and rise to power.

However, countless schemes and plots had already been planned in the palm of Zhou You's hand.
The Chronicles of the Mortal World treat this world as a game, with every move in the future under control.

This lofty state of mind, transcending the mundane, allowed Zhou You to remain calm and composed, enabling him to orchestrate the great battle within the demonic army.

The battle was extremely fierce, so fierce that outsiders found it unbelievable!

There are over two hundred fallen Demon Soldier Lords alone, and half of the eight strongest Soldier Lords have perished.

As for the losses and casualties of the soldiers and slaves, they were countless. Their corpses stained the land with blood, and for thousands of years, that area has been rich in a strange soil called 'Red Soil'.

The one who had the last laugh was the Heart Demon Ring. It made its move at the most crucial moment, crushing the Demon Slayer's Pouch and strangling the Wrathful Demon Pestle with the ring. The Blood Demon Thorn had to sacrifice ninety percent of its essence blood to withstand the flying ring that severed it in half.

The Demon Spear was the strongest among them. He wielded his spear and clashed with the Ruyi Ring tens of thousands of times, casually killing more than a dozen Demon Ring soldiers.

The surrounding corpses were piled up like mountains, and the various broken demonic soldiers were piled up like a beach.

In the end, the heavens and earth became irrelevant. The Demon Soldier Village was drawn by the intense demonic energy of this place, and daylight descended.

A mournful wind, echoing through the ages, descended from time and space, adding a touch of tragedy to the brutal battlefield.

In the end, the Heart Demon Ring proved superior, using the 'invisible, indeterminate, shadowless, and unrestrained' Four-No-Heaven Ring to strangle the waist of the Fiend Spear Yan Wanjun, causing his intestines and internal organs to spill onto the ground.

Yan Wanjun is no longer the same as before. After suffering such a severe injury, he pulled out a piece of iron rod and stitched his severed upper and lower body back together.

He sacrificed his remaining slave soldiers, the dozen or so strongest slave soldiers known as the 'Thirteen Fierce Guns,' who formed a formation and self-destructed.

The waves generated by the self-destruction surged one after another, hindering the pursuit of the Heart Demon Ring.

He escaped without any luck, looking as pathetic as a stray dog.

We lost, we lost everything, and it was a complete and utter defeat.

Almost all the Demon Weapon Masters who broke through to the Grandmaster level were wiped out; any Demon Weapon Master with any reputation was killed.

The Heart Demon Ring, now bloated and full of flesh, devoured over 180 demon soldiers, creating a despairing distance between itself and the rest of the group.

His power expanded rapidly, breaking through the Earthly Realm on the spot, and rising all the way to the peak, only a hair's breadth away from breaking through to the Heavenly Realm. This season, it was no longer in doubt that he, the defending king of the Supreme Demonic Weapon, was him, the Heart Demon Ring.

The soldiers and slaves of the Heart Demon Ring were all terrified, having witnessed the destructive power hidden beneath its gentle exterior.

Don't be fooled by how vicious, cruel, and even inhuman the demon lords are; they all become food in the face of the Heart Demon Ring.

What kind of person could set up such a large-scale trap and swallow up a three-digit number of competitors in one fell swoop?
After the war, despite having the opportunity, none of the enslaved soldiers escaped or betrayed the cause.

Although some demon lords were severely injured and fled, unable to protect themselves, and some slave soldiers were powerful enough to swallow an elephant whole, none of them dared to usurp the throne.

Because they all know that even if they become the masters of demonic weapons, they cannot escape the shadow of the inner demon ring.

……

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Yan Wanjun collapsed into the mud, the mud and water seeping into his body through the crack in his waist. He could clearly feel the mud and filth mixed with his internal organs.

He coughed a few times, spitting out the mud and grime, but unexpectedly vomited out a large clump of blood.

The loss was too crushing; we were knocked back to square one.

Before taking action, he was the arrogant and conceited Demon Spear, believing that he would definitely be able to defeat the Heart Demon Ring in this battle and win the first place amidst the surrounding Demon Soldier Lords, thus reaching the peak.

Only when the fight actually started did he realize that the Heart Demon Ring didn't take him, or even any other War Lord, seriously. It had originally come with the intention of taking on many opponents, and its overwhelming strength brought a death threat that rekindled the deep-seated fear in Ling Yan Wan Jun's heart.

The fear hidden deep in his memory was called... Yanshan, who was also his mentor.

Yan Wanjun was already a seasoned demon, but deep down, he always believed that Yanshan was more like a demon than himself.

The thought had barely formed when a familiar figure appeared in his sight—it was Yanshan.

The newly crowned Western Heavenly King, Yanshan.

Holding the Overlord Spear, Yan Shan's body was three times more robust than before. The spear, which used to be so long that it reached above his head, was now easily held in his hand like a short spear, which he handled with ease.

"Demon Gun, you're so unlucky to have run into my hands in such a sorry state!"

Master and disciple reunite after many years, far from their homeland, with the border of Lihuo Prefecture, which is tens of thousands of miles away from the northern lands, beneath their feet.

One is the Lord of Demon Soldiers, and the other is one of the Five Heavenly Kings of the Buddhist Cult. Their positions are not only diametrically opposed, but also irreconcilable.

"The former overlord, now the king of heaven, Yanshan, you will always stand at the top and enjoy the magnificent scenery!"

Yan Wanjun took a breath. When he saw Yanshan, he knew that he had no chance of escaping.

Despite their past relationship as master and disciple, he had no doubt that Yanshan would be ruthless and merciless towards him.

Yan Shan's eyes were devoid of any emotion as he asked, "You look so disheveled; you've clearly lost. Let me think, was it the Heart Demon Ring that ultimately prevailed?"

"Indeed, the Heart Demon Ring has absorbed the spirits of two hundred demon soldiers in the battle, and its momentum has been established."

"Don't even mention you alone, even if all five Heavenly Kings came, you'd still be throwing your life away!"

Yanshan remained unmoved upon hearing this. He sighed, "Before I die, I'll let you live with a clear understanding!"

"The Five Heavenly Kings have served more than one term, and the practice of Heavenly Kings subduing demons has a long history. Can you guess what demons the Heavenly Kings of the past subdued?"

An ominous feeling rose in Yan Wanjun's heart, and the answer lingered in his mind, ready to be revealed.

He heard cold, iron-like words in his ear: "This generation of the Demon Ring has won. The Demon Soldier Village will activate the victors of each generation, and the competition for the Supreme Demon Soldier will enter the next stage."

(End of this chapter)