Seven Gods Guardian: Gun King Mission

Therefore, Mosha seemed to be deaf to the Demon Lord's calls and didn't even turn his head.

He gripped the reins tightly, his eyes wide open, staring at the road ahead, constantly urging the horse under him to speed up.

By the time the Demon Lord hurried out of the gate in a panic, the horse that Mosha was riding had already run a long distance away.

From a distance, one could only see a gradually shrinking figure moving quickly in sight and eventually disappearing.

Looking at the figure that quickly vanished without a trace, the Demon Lord was furious, stamping his feet repeatedly and cursing profusely, "What a foolish fellow! Doesn't he know this is most likely a trap carefully designed by the War Emperor? Acting rashly and impulsively like this will not only fail to save anyone, but will also put himself in extreme danger! It really infuriates me to death!"

At this moment, a black shadow flashed out of the room like a gust of wind. It was the demon.

She looked at the Demon Lord with confusion on her face and asked anxiously, "Brother, how did you know that this was a trap set by the War Emperor?"

The Demon Lord snorted coldly, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes. He slowly said, "Sister, think about it carefully. Why did the War Emperor execute Mo Mei in front of everyone? His purpose is nothing more than to use Mo Mei to lure out our hidden accomplice! He made such a big fuss, it's obvious that he did it on purpose, simply to lure the snake out of its hole. Besides, if the War Emperor really wanted to execute Mo Mei immediately, why would he delay for half an hour? There must be something behind this!"

After hearing this, Mo Yao nodded in sudden enlightenment, as if a new light had been turned on him. He continued, "Indeed, brother's analysis is quite reasonable. However, just now, our insider sent a message asking if they should rush forward together to rescue Mo Mei. According to the spies, apart from the celestial gods, all other guardian gods have gathered at the execution ground."

Upon hearing this, the Demon Lord's expression instantly grew serious. He anxiously said, "Quickly inform our accomplices not to act rashly! They must hold their ground and not act impulsively. Otherwise, if they fall into the trap carefully laid by the War Emperor, the consequences will be disastrous!"

"I understand, brother. So what strategy should we adopt to deal with the current situation? Do we really need to reorganize our troops and march forward in a mighty force to attack the impregnable Huangyun City?"

After Demon Yao successfully transmitted the message through the space stone, her eyebrows, which were originally as curved as willow leaves, were tightly furrowed. Her eyes were full of worry, as if they were shrouded in an indissoluble dark cloud. She asked the Demon Lord with concern.

The Demon Lord slowly shook his head and let out a long sigh. This sigh was like the bleak cold wind in late autumn, filled with endless desolation and helplessness. "Reorganizing the troops? It's easy to say, but how easy is it to actually implement it! The situation is so urgent now, every minute and every second seems especially precious. How can we spare any extra time for us to leisurely carry out these complicated and trivial preparations?"

As he spoke, he raised his head and looked into the distance. Everywhere he looked was a vast expanse of desolateness.

Hearing this, Moyao's face became even uglier. She bit her lip and said unwillingly, "Are we just going to watch Momei suffer at the hands of the evildoer and remain indifferent and stand by?" Her words were filled with deep regret and unwillingness.

The Demon Lord smiled wryly and replied, "Do you think I don't want to rescue them? But the time we have is too short, only half an hour. This amount of time is a drop in the bucket for a life-or-death rescue operation, it's far from enough! Even if we send out a team right now, even a small one, by the time they arrive at their destination, I'm afraid the execution will have already ended."

After saying that, the Demon Lord sighed heavily again, and that heavy sigh seemed to make it difficult for everyone here to breathe.

"Alas, if we rashly send troops there now, I am afraid that not only will we fail to achieve our goal, but it will also cause more brave and fearless demons to die on the battlefield. As the ruler of the demon clan, I must never squander the precious lives of the soldiers so easily, and I must not push so many soldiers into the abyss of death just to save one person!" The Demon Lord said slowly with a heavy face and earnest words.

"But right now, Mosha is rushing to the scene in a hurry. Even if he is lucky enough to arrive in time, how can he resist the joint siege of the six powerful guardian gods by his own strength?" Moyao frowned and muttered to himself with a worried look on his face.

"Alas, now that things have come to this, we can only leave it to fate. Immediately send a message to our internal support. If Mo Mei still cannot escape the disaster and is killed, let them try every means to bring Mo Mei's body back safely. In my opinion, once Mo Sha starts a fierce battle with those guardian gods, the scene is bound to fall into extreme chaos, and there should be an opportunity to bring his body out." After pondering for a moment, the Demon Lord finally spoke and gave the order.

"Besides, I actually have another plan in mind that might work."

At this moment, the Demon Lord suddenly seemed to have thought of something extremely important. His originally furrowed brows relaxed slightly, and he continued to speak thoughtfully.

"A solution? What is it? Tell me quickly!" Upon hearing this, a hint of curiosity suddenly appeared on the beautiful face of the demon. She stared straight at the Demon Lord and asked impatiently.

The Demon Lord's expression instantly became solemn. He took a deep breath and slowly uttered a few words: "It is the power of space."

"The power of space? Brother, what kind of trick is this? Why have I never heard of it before?" The demon blinked his eyes with suspicion on his face, obviously knowing nothing about this so-called power of space.

The Demon Lord's expression grew increasingly solemn. He explained earnestly, "The power of space is a powerful force that can distort time and space, creating a temporary alternate dimension. If used properly, we can use it to transport the demon directly from the execution ground. However..."

At this point, the Demon Lord paused for a moment, then added, "This technique consumes a large amount of magic power. Moreover, I have never used the power of space before, so the risks are also quite huge. The most important thing is the coordinates. I don't know the exact location of the demon charm, so I won't be able to find it even if I use it."

After saying these words, the Demon Lord couldn't help but shake his head slightly, with a hint of helplessness appearing on his face.

However, at this moment, a slightly tired figure slowly staggered out from a room nearby.

Looking closely, the person coming was Demon Prison.

His face was pale, his body was trembling slightly, and every step he took seemed extremely difficult, as if he was carrying a heavy burden. It was obvious that his injuries had not yet recovered.

He gasped for breath and moved with difficulty, approaching the direction of the Demon Lord step by step.

When he was finally only a few steps away from the Demon Lord, Mo Yu stopped. After a brief pause, he raised his head with difficulty and stared at the Demon Lord with his bloodshot and dull eyes.

He opened his mouth, his voice so weak it was almost inaudible, but he still managed to squeeze out a few words: "My lord... I have here... the Breath-Blocking Pearl and the Space Trust Stone that Mo Mei gave me... She gave them to me with all her might before she was captured... Do you think... can this help rescue Mo Mei?"