My whole clan is a master, I have become invincible by investing in my clan members

"If you had chosen my path, perhaps you could now enjoy this boundless power instead of lying on the ground like a dog, waiting to die."

After saying that, he suddenly grabbed the man's hair and lifted it up abruptly, sneering, "Want to die with dignity? Sorry, I won't let you do that."

As Sun Zhuo waved his hand, the demonic energy turned into sharp spikes, piercing into the opponent's limbs inch by inch, nailing him to the ground.

"what!!!"

The middle-aged monk's screams cut through the sky.

The surrounding demons saw this and laughed and applauded, seemingly extremely satisfied with this "performance" of cannibalism among the same species.

"Very good, bastard, that's more like it!"

"Go on, let's see how long this group of humans can hold out!"

Sun Zhuo stood up calmly, ignoring the pain of his former fellow disciple.

He turned and walked towards another female monk, a cold look in his eyes.

The female monk retreated in fear, her eyes filled with anger: "Sun Zhuo, you lunatic! Are you still human?"

"Humans? Hahaha!" Sun Zhuo approached with a sinister grin, "In this world, only the strong are qualified to survive. As for the weaklings like you? You can only become the laughing stock and playthings of others..."

He reached out and pinched the nun's chin, twisting it hard. The nun struggled in pain, but to no avail.

Sun Zhuo whispered, "The more you struggle, the more excited I will be."

He threw it to the ground violently, condensed a sharp demonic blade in his hand, and slowly stabbed it into the opponent's body.

Each stroke was extremely slow and torturous.

Soon, the nun's screams echoed in the ruins, making people tremble.

On the other side, several half-demons surrounded several injured monks, kicking and hitting them playfully like a cat playing with a mouse.

A half-demon kicked down a young cultivator whose face was covered in blood, lowered his head and smiled, "Brother Li, do you still remember me?"

"You may have looked down on me in the past, but now... kneel down and beg for mercy, and perhaps I will spare your life."

"Dream on!" the young monk shouted angrily, "As monks, we would rather die in glory than live in disgrace!"

"You still dare to be stubborn?" The half-demon sneered, raised the long demonic whip in his hand and lashed it out fiercely.

The young monk's shoulder was instantly torn into pieces.

He endured the pain, clenched his teeth and refused to let out a single cry.

"Tsk tsk, this kind of bone is the hardest to chew, but also the most interesting."

Sun Zhuo, standing aside, smirked, his gaze sweeping over the angry but powerless cultivators. "Is this what you call resistance?"

"It's just to give us more jokes..."

After he finished speaking, the demonic energy in his hand condensed, and a black light shot out, directly piercing through a seriously injured monk. Blood gushed out, instantly dyeing the ground red.

This scene made all the surviving monks feel deep despair and anger.

However, just as these half-demons were still immersed in the pleasure of revenge, waves of spiritual power suddenly came from the sky.

"Fellow Daoists, we are here!"

A low roar resounded through the sky, like a huge bell, carrying with it a torrent of holy power, rolling in and shocking the demons and half-demons in the city to look up.

The voice came from a middle-aged monk in a red robe.

He stood high in the sky, his face as firm as a rock, his eyes blazing, and murderous aura filling the air.

Behind him, dozens of monks followed closely.

They were dressed differently and all had solemn expressions, obviously having put life and death aside.

"It's Senior Wang from Haoyang Holy Land!"

"And Elder Zhao from the Yunxiao Holy Sect!"

"It's Elder Gu. Elder Gu has brought people to rescue us!"

"Master...Master, why are you here too?!"

As more and more people recognize the identity of the person.

The survivors who were on the verge of despair rekindled their hope of life.

However, the demons in the city were not moved, but instead showed a sarcastic sneer.

A demon general in black armor slowly raised his head and looked at the group of monks indifferently, with a cruel arc appearing at the corner of his lips.

"How foolish... Another bunch of idiots seeking death."

The demon general's voice was as low as thunder, and every word was full of contempt.

Then, he raised his hand and waved it, and the surrounding demon army all looked up!

"Kill them! Let these humans know what despair is!"

In an instant, the demon army let out an earth-shaking roar.

Then, like a beast out of a cage, it rushed towards the monks in the sky with murderous intent to destroy the world!

"Attack!" The red-robed monk roared, and swung the sword in his hand suddenly. The sword light was as bright as day, and it slashed directly at the black wave of the demon clan!

He was full of vigor and continuously exuded the incomparably powerful pressure of the Saint King.

"Today, even if it means death, we must not retreat!"

"kill!"

Dozens of monks roared in unison, transforming into streams of light, their spells intertwined, their holy powers surging, transforming into an overwhelming offensive to face the demon army.

Ice blades, fire rain, sword shadows, thunder and lightning, the sky and the earth instantly became dazzling and brilliant.

At this moment, the battlefield seemed to be collapsing!

"Hmph, the mantis is using its arms as a chariot!"

The demon general snorted coldly, demonic energy surging all over his body. With a wave of his right hand, a huge black blade flew out of the sky, splitting all the magical attacks in front of him.

He took one step after another, and each step made the earth tremble.

"You are just a mere human, worthy of being eaten by our blood. Sparing your life is already a blessing. How dare you resist?"

As soon as he finished speaking, countless demons roared up from behind him, and the roar was deafening!

"boom!"

The battlefield was covered in blood as the monks and the demons engaged in close combat, the sound of swords clashing was endless.

The red-robed monk held a long sword in his hand, with sword energy surging, and with one sword he chopped back several powerful demons.

But his eyes became more serious.

Because there are so many enemies, it seems endless.

"We can't retreat! We must hold on until the very end!"

The red-robed monk roared and gritted his teeth as he fought a bloody battle with the demons.

But on the other side, the demons' counterattack became more and more fierce.

In mid-air, the magic spells of countless cultivators were forcibly torn apart, the spiritual energy dissipated, and casualties gradually began to increase.

"what--"

A young monk was directly grabbed by a tall demon.

The devil's claws pierced his chest and blood gushed out.

The demon smiled grimly, lifted the monk's body high up, and threw it towards the human camp.

"Every one of them must die!" the demon roared, murderous intent surging.

"Don't be so presumptuous!" Elder Zhao of the Yunxiao Holy Sect shouted angrily, and swept out the silver-white spear in his hand, piercing through and killing him in an instant!

However, there is still time to find the next target.

The next moment, his body suddenly stopped and he looked into the depths of the city.

A low roar echoed.

"Roar--"

The sound was like rolling thunder, carrying with it a monstrous demonic energy, as if it was going to crush the entire world!

Everyone's movements stopped instantly, and they felt an irresistible pressure enveloping their entire body, their souls trembling, and even breathing became difficult!

"A demon king at the level of a great saint..."

Elder Zhao's face turned pale, and the spear in his hand began to tremble slightly.

I saw a black light flashing in front of me, like an abyss.

Immediately afterwards, a monster that was a hundred feet tall stepped out from inside.

It was covered in black scales and its eyes flashed scarlet.

Every step he took caused the ground to tremble violently, as if a mountain was pressing down on him, making him despair.