Auxiliary Women's Strategy: A Virtuous Wife Helps the King to Rule the World

The Magician Group competition finally came to an end, and then the long-awaited Demon Lord Group competition kicked off in an atmosphere of tension and expectation.

Mo Dao Gu once again stepped into the arena full of challenges and unknowns. His eyes were as firm as iron and bright as if burning with endless fighting spirit. He exuded a fearless aura and was fully prepared to meet new challenges.

At this time, the two powerful demon lords on the No. 13 ring attracted Mo Dao Gu's special attention.

One was Lei Yan, from the Thunder Punishment Demon City. He was tall and imposing, his muscles bulging, as if each one contained boundless power. He was shrouded in crackling lightning, which leaped joyfully like nimble little snakes, a formidable presence. He clutched a massive thunder sword in both hands. The sword was massive and heavy, emitting a terrifying light. His aura was unparalleled, as if he could destroy any obstacle that stood in his way.

The other was a shadowy figure from the Netherworld Demon City. He was thin, yet exuded an indescribable aura of mystery. His black robe fluttered freely in the wind, seemingly blending with the darkness. The Netherworld Sword he held emanated an eerie purple light, flickering between bright and dim, as if revealing a hidden secret.

As soon as the competition horn sounded, Lei Yan unleashed a fierce attack without hesitation. His eyes widened with anger, and he shouted, "Thunderbolt!" Countless streaks of thick, dazzling lightning instantly erupted from the Thunder Sword in his hand, charging towards Youying with unbridled force like a herd of wild horses. Wherever the lightning passed, the air scorched and crackled, as if the entire space was being torn apart by the overwhelming force.

Shadow seemed unhurried in the face of this fierce attack. He looked calm and gently waved the Nether Sword in his hand, muttering to himself: "Nether Shield!" In an instant, a huge and thick purple shield appeared out of thin air, like an indestructible wall, steadily blocking the lightning attack that came like a rainstorm.

Seeing this, Lei Yan frowned slightly, then quickened the tempo of his attack, swinging the Thunder Sword even more fiercely. The lightning now became denser and more powerful, like a continuous stream of waterfalls, continuously impacting the Shadow's shield.

The shadow was not willing to be outdone. He fixed his eyes and began to counterattack, shouting loudly: "Curse of the Netherworld!" A dark light shot out from his sword in an instant, like a black arrow shot from a bow, rushing towards Lei Yan at lightning speed.

Lei Yan was struck by the sudden black light, his body trembling slightly, and a look of pain flashed across his face. But he quickly adjusted his state, regained his spirits, and continued to launch an even more fierce attack.

The battle between the two grew increasingly fierce, becoming inextricable. On the ring, lightning and dark light intertwined, colliding to create brilliant and dangerous sparks. The atmosphere was extremely tense, as if even the air had frozen, making people feel suffocated.

At this crucial moment, Lei Yan unleashed his ultimate move: "Thunder Punishes Heaven and Earth!" Instantly, the entire arena was enveloped by a terrifyingly powerful force of lightning, transforming it into a sea of ​​thunder and lightning. Ghost Shadow was instantly plunged into an extremely dangerous predicament.

However, Shadow did not give up easily. He gritted his teeth and shouted with all his might: "Underworld Reversal!" A mysterious and powerful force burst out from his body and began to gradually absorb the thunder and lightning in the sky.

Finally, after a grueling, thrilling and fierce battle, Lei Yan defeated Youying with an extremely narrow advantage. This wonderful battle made the audience in the audience gasp in admiration for its brilliance.

Next, it was Mo Dao Gu's turn. He steadily stepped onto stage 27, exchanging greetings with his opponent with unwavering grace.

His opponent is Feng Ren from Storm Demon City. Feng Ren is as agile as lightning, holding two extremely sharp wind blade swords, the swords flashing with cold light. His eyes are as sharp as an eagle, as if he can see through his opponent's mind at a glance.

As soon as the game started, Feng Ren rushed towards Mo Dao Gu like a gust of wind. The two swords were swung like phantoms, instantly forming a series of extremely sharp wind blades, which came towards Mo Dao Gu with a piercing whistling sound.

Mo Dao Gu responded calmly without changing his expression. The small sword that had been floating above his head suddenly grew larger, like a huge shield, blocking him steadily.

The wind blades' attacks were like a continuous tide, wave after wave. Mo Dao Gu skillfully controlled the small sword, performing precise defenses and unexpected counterattacks.

"Storm Assault!" Feng Ren shouted, and the whole person instantly turned into a powerful tornado, with the power to destroy everything, trying to drag Mo Dao Gu into it.

Mo Dao Gu's lips curled up into a confident smile. He quickly formed seals with his hands, muttering something. The small sword instantly shone brightly, like a dazzling star, piercing straight into the center of the tornado.

With a resounding "boom," like a landslide, the small sword and the tornado collided, generating an extremely powerful energy surge. Wind Blade's attack was instantly broken, and he himself was knocked back several steps by the powerful recoil. A trace of bright red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Admit defeat, you are no match for me." Mo Dao Gu said coldly, his voice full of majesty and confidence.

Feng Ren gritted his teeth, his eyes full of unwillingness, and said firmly: "Don't even think about it!" After that, he endured the pain and rushed forward again regardless of everything.

Mo Dao Gu shook his head slightly, a glint of pity flashing in his eyes. He decided not to show any mercy. He urged the small sword once more, and the light on the sword became even more dazzling. In an instant, it transformed into countless sword shadows, like a torrential rain, sweeping towards the wind blade.

Feng Ren tried his best to resist, but the gap in strength between the two sides was too great. In the end, he was unable to withstand the overwhelming attack and was hit by the sword shadow. He lost his balance in an instant and fell heavily on the ring.

The host loudly announced: "Mo Dao Gu Sheng!"

A deafening roar of cheers erupted from the audience, but Mo Dao Gu remained expressionless, as if he had already anticipated this victory. He slowly walked off the stage, his expression calm, silently awaiting the next round.

As the competition progressed, powerful demon masters one after another displayed their astonishing strength. Among them, the battle between Huan Meng from the Phantom Demon City and Xue Tu from the Blood Demon City was particularly fierce, attracting everyone's attention.

As soon as Xue Tu stepped onto the stage, his massive, towering figure emanated a chilling, bloody aura, as if he were a demon from the depths of hell. He tightly grasped the enormous, ferocious blood sword in both hands, a faint, dark red glow swirling from the blade, as if the sword had a life of its own, greedily craving the nourishment of blood.

Huan Meng's figure was erratic, as elusive as a ghost. At the start of the match, she flashed, instantly transforming into several illusory shadows that moved around Xue Tu at a dizzying speed, making it impossible to tell which one was her true form.

Xue Tu's gaze was as cold as ice, unmoved by the dazzling illusion. He was as steady as a mountain, his feet firmly planted on the spot, listening carefully to every movement around him. Suddenly, he swung the blood sword in his hand, bringing up a violent gust of wind, and one of the illusions instantly dissipated, turning into nothingness.

Seeing this, Huan Meng's heart tightened, and he moved faster. Illusory attacks came flooding towards Xue Tu from different directions, impossible to defend against. Xue Tu roared, pouring all his magic power into the blood sword like a flood. The blood sword instantly erupted with immense power, forming a massive and solid blood-red shield that blocked all the illusory attacks.

"Hmph, a mere trifle!" Xue Tu shouted, his voice filled with disdain. He then took the initiative, taking heavy, powerful steps. Each step made the arena tremble slightly, as if the entire arena could not bear his weight. As the blood sword swung, it evoked shards of bloody light. Wherever it touched, the air seemed to be mercilessly slit, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

Huan Meng kept changing positions, trying to find Xue Tu's weakness, but Xue Tu's defense was tight and impenetrable, leaving her no chance to exploit.

"Blood Storm!" Xue Tu unleashed another powerful and terrifying attack. A bloody storm instantly erupted from him, like a raging beast with its maw gaping. Huan Meng was unable to dodge and was mercilessly swept into the powerful storm.

"Ah!" Huan Meng let out a shrill scream, and his figure fell out of the storm in a mess, like a withered leaf, and fell heavily on the ring.

Xue Tu walked slowly towards Huan Meng with an expressionless face, raising the blood-stained sword in his hand, ready to give her the final fatal blow.

At this moment, Mo Dao Gu, who was standing in the audience, stared closely at Xue Tu on the stage, thinking to himself, "This Xue Tu is indeed a tough guy. He is very powerful and his moves are ruthless. If we meet him in the future, it will definitely be a fierce battle."

Just when Xue Tu's sword was about to fall, the host announced in time: "Xue Tu wins!" Xue Tu put away his blood sword unwillingly, a smug and cruel smile on his face, and walked off the ring in a swagger.

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