Everyone has chosen the demon clan, who would still practice seriously?

The eighteenth level of the Demon Realm, the eastern camp of the Dark Night Army.

"Not good! Not good!"

The seriously injured Hun Ke looked as pale as paper, with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

His steps were unsteady, and behind him followed a dozen guards who were equally disheveled.

They supported each other and stumbled towards the camp.

When they finally reached the camp gate, Hun Ke shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Oh no! They...they all ran away!"

The soldiers in the camp heard the shouting and rushed out of their tents.

They immediately saw Hun Ke and others covered in blood, and hurriedly stepped forward to support them.

But the next moment, a sudden change occurred!

Hun Ke, who was dying just now, suddenly changed his expression and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

He swung the long sword in his hand violently, and as the sword flashed, a line of blood shot up into the sky.

The Dark Night Monk who was supporting him didn't have time to react before his head rolled to the ground.

The blood spurting from the neck splattered everywhere.

Almost at the same time, dozens of muffled sounds were heard behind Hun Ke.

More than a dozen heads rolled to the ground one after another, and the hideous faces still retained the last moment of surprise and fear.

The camp fell into an eerie silence.

The Dark Night Monks who reacted retreated frantically. They picked up their magic weapons and shields and looked at the dozen or so people in front of them with shock and anger.

"No, you are not Commander Ke, who are you!"

Hun Ke stood up, shook off the blood on the knife, and slowly revealed his true face.

This was an old man who looked very elegant. If he had not been holding a bleeding knife in his hand, everyone would have thought that he was a weak scholar.

"Little guys, don't you recognize me?"

"My name is Mo Xiuluo Gul Xindan. Remember this clearly. This is the name of the person who killed you!"

As he spoke, he rushed towards them with a long knife in hand.

The long sword suddenly enlarged several times in mid-air, and its length exceeded five meters.

Such a machete was like a toy in his hand. Every time he swung it, a dozen Dark Night Monks would be cut horizontally.

The Dark Night commander who was further back was terrified, Mo Xiuluo Gulxindan... the ancient prince of the demon clan!

Wasn't he unconscious in Youhuang Palace? !

How did he get out!

In this moment of trance, the dozen or so "guards" behind Prince Gu also took off their disguises.

They are all demons!

Not only that, the commander also saw the devil's personal guard Baichuan Menghu in the crowd!

He...isn't he in the Alliance Army? How come he is on the 18th floor?!

Before he could figure it out, a blinding light suddenly appeared in the sky.

The formation master of the Celestial Clan stepped on the breeze, clasped his hands together, and dense sword energy immediately descended from the sky!

At the same time, a large number of demon monks appeared around the camp.

They rushed towards them with weapons in hand!

These are... the group of people trapped in Youhuang Palace!

The commander shouted with bloodshot eyes: "Quick, report to the Dark Lord!"

The talisman that carried the message had just flown into the air when it was blasted into pieces by a gust of wind from a fist.

The Prince Wei smashed into the densest crowd of Dark Night Monks like a cannonball.

“Hahahaha! I’ve been feeling depressed for so long, and now I can finally stretch my muscles. Go to hell!”

He opened his left and right hands, grabbed a Dark Night Monk in each hand, and slammed them both towards the middle.

The bones of the two monks were instantly shattered.

"Lao Gu, let's have a competition to see who kills more!"

"Alright! It's been decades since we've fought side by side! Today is the right time!"

The East Camp fell into chaos.

Temple for worshipping gods.

Dark Lord stood before the giant tripod at the gate of the Sacrifice Palace and transferred enormous magical power into it.

The void was twisted and blurred, the air seemed to be boiling, and the roars of wild beasts came from the void above the giant cauldron.

Roar--!

A strong fishy smell hit me in the face!

There was a crisp "crack" sound, and the space and time in front of him was instantly shattered like fragile glass, and a huge, weird-looking monster suddenly jumped out from the crack.

The monster's head was like an elk, but its body and limbs were like a cheetah.

Weird black spots and blood-red lines covered its body, and its copper-bell-like eyes flashed with a fierce light.

An Zun looked at the monster in front of him, a smile of confidence of victory appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He reached out and gently stroked the top of the beast's head.

"This medicine is indeed miraculous. My power has basically recovered, and you, the beast, can finally be summoned."

"Master, you will definitely like it when you see it."

At this moment, "Higurashi" in armor hurriedly walked into the temple.

"Your Majesty, something happened!"

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, deafening explosions rang out from all over Wanren Mountain.

An Zun's eyes slowly narrowed.

Master, are you here?