Demon Lord 3

The battle reached its climax, and I was already feeling the strain. This old man seemed to grow stronger with each fight. What was he doing? Was he risking his life in this battle? It seemed so. I wasn't just guessing; I had the right to suspect it. He was clearly of ordinary strength, yet he was being fought at a Celestial Realm level. In my eyes, his strength was enough to reach the Great World, perhaps even the entry level. It seemed he was gambling not just on his lifespan, but also on his own and the Bai family's destiny. He was betting the future of the Bai family on victory in this battle. And what did he want? If he won, he would face a future where the Bai family would decline, with generations without male heirs, even having to search the entire world for a male descendant. They would have to rack their brains trying to find an heir. But if he lost, the Bai family's destiny would also suffer; the entire Bai family would be wiped out. What was he fighting for? Was it for the world? Just to fight a battle so his life wouldn't be in vain? Too many people had sacrificed themselves for him. Was he right or wrong? He pressed on relentlessly, waiting to see if I could unleash my trump card. Actually, I don't have any trump cards myself; my only trump card is "Extinction," but we're currently separated and operating independently. So, I can't use my trump card right now. It's not a matter of time; it's that he simply can't force me to use something that doesn't exist in the world. Time ticked by, and I slowed my movements, knowing that even if I moved faster, it wouldn't change the current situation. There's really only one way to control him: kidnap his son. But that's not very ethical. Judging from his expression, he genuinely wants to fight me, not... They wanted to do those disgusting things to me. Under these circumstances, I was too embarrassed to resort to underhanded tactics, so I had no choice but to confront them head-on. Looking at my teammates' battles, Zhou Chuyuan was the strongest and won the match first. Bai Jingyi, despite her life's cultivation, was struggling, but she didn't use her previous power. She was afraid those people would give up immediately and wanted to put an end to everything, which would also be a form of recognition and support for her identity. Mie Mie was locked in a stalemate with her opponent, not daring to use her trump card. After all, there were only two of us, and neither of us could use our full power. The reason Mie Mie was... The reason I wasn't allowed to utter those four words was because I was afraid I might need them in future battles. It only happens once a month, and we wouldn't waste them on these old guys. The two of us continued to fight desperately. Zhou Chuyuan watched the battle the whole time, and I secretly told him in my mind that I had found a way to deal with the old guys, and that he should go back and rest. If we didn't go back and rest now, we'd really fall into their trap. They outnumber us, and if we didn't take turns resting, the men below wouldn't be able to keep up. Even if we had enough energy now, what about dozens of hours later, or even dozens of days later? I don't know how long the battle will last. He listened to me and took a group of people back to rest. When the boss is fighting, the subordinates definitely stop fighting. Many people are reluctant to leave, but after understanding the stakes, they rush back. Mie Mie couldn't help but use a powerful move and finally won the match. Maybe it's because of my impatient temper. I'm not as hot-tempered now, so I'm willing to wear it down slowly. But now my arrogance is slowly rising. I don't know when I'll really have to use my trump card. But this trump card was left to me by Mie Mie. If I use it now, is it really okay? Thinking of this, I hurriedly shook my head. We absolutely cannot use this trump card now. Even if this world doesn't need it, we can't waste it here. I wonder if those old guys have any other methods later. Bai Leqiao smiled at me, knowing that I was thinking about something else. He didn't launch a fierce attack, but just wanted to play it safe with me. Seeing that he had no intention of stopping, I slowly considered the matter. In fact, in my mind, the kind of person he was, would slowly wear me down. After all, he had waited for so many years, what difference would a day or two make? He could fight me for three days and three nights. Finally, I won the match and defeated him. But a second before he lay down, he asked, "Did you really think you won? It was just that the time had come."