Miler, who has a system for giving up

Tianzang's expression was solemn, as if he were being weighed down by a thousand-pound burden. He spoke a few words to the other party in the demon language, and suddenly, his face turned ashen, as if his soul had been taken away.

After some questioning, Tianzang finally learned about the tragic fate of this demon.

It turns out that this demon did not come to the human realm voluntarily, but was abducted here like a fallen leaf swept away by a whirlwind.

He endured countless hardships and dangers during his escape, finally managing to get here, but he could never shake off those who relentlessly pursued him like a leech.

What's even more shocking is that this demon race was not the only victim.

Besides him, many other demons also suffered the tragic fate of being abducted.

These demons originally lived peacefully and tranquilly within their own clans.

However, a sudden disaster shattered their peace, plunging them into endless pain and fear.

In this disaster, he was the only demon who managed to escape like a fish that slipped through the net.

His family, in order to save his life, did not hesitate to sacrifice themselves, offering themselves as a sacrifice to those cruel plunderers.

He felt deeply pained and guilty by the courage and resolve his family showed in the face of death.

He knew that he was able to survive entirely because of his family's selfless dedication.

He became the sole survivor, carrying the hopes and last wishes of his family, facing this dangerous and unknown world alone.

This series of events, like a fog, made Tianzang realize that a huge conspiracy was hidden behind it all.

Those who hunted down this demon race seemed to have intricate connections to the secrets of the sacred artifact, like an impenetrable net that tightly bound us all within it.

According to him, the mastermind behind the scenes seems to be meticulously planning a shocking conspiracy, attempting to unleash evil spirits like a plague across all realms, as if a terrible disaster is about to descend upon them like Mount Tai crushing an egg.

We suddenly realized that the situation was critical and could not be delayed for even a moment.

Immediately, we made a decisive move, taking the injured demon with us and accelerating the investigation like an arrow released from a bow, eagerly searching for more clues.

They vowed to bring the mastermind to justice before the conspiracy succeeded, so that the light of justice could illuminate the dark corners.

Afterwards, we led the demon race away from this place like shooting stars. A life-or-death struggle against evil was about to begin, like an arrow on a bowstring, ready to be released at any moment. It was as if a thrilling battle was about to unfold like a volcanic eruption.

We had just returned to our temporary base with the wounded demons, and before we could even catch our breath, we found that the air around us had suddenly turned icy cold, as if shrouded in a layer of frost.

A group of people dressed in black with sinister eyes appeared like ghosts and surrounded us.

They exude an aura of evil, seemingly directly connected to the conspiracy we've been searching for.

The leader of the men in black sneered, his voice as piercing as an owl's: "Do you think you can escape? Hand over this demon, and maybe we can spare your lives."

Tianzang stood at the front, his eyes as firm as iron: "Delusion! We will not let your conspiracy succeed."

The two sides were on the verge of a fierce battle.

At this critical moment, the demon who had been injured and lying on the ground, seemingly powerless to fight back, suddenly let out a deafening roar, like a wild beast that had been completely enraged.

The roar was like a thunderclap, resounding through the sky and sending chills down one's spine.

With this roar, the demon's body suddenly erupted with an astonishingly powerful force.

This force, like a surging wave, instantly broke through the ropes binding it, and like a cannonball fired from a gun, rushed straight towards the man in black with lightning speed.

"You despicable bastards deceived us! You cruelly murdered my family! Today I will make you pay!"

The demons' roars were filled with endless resentment and despair, as if they wanted to vent all their pain on the man in black at this moment.

The sound echoed in the air, lingering for a long time, as if it were an indictment of the crimes committed by the man in black, and a lament for his own tragic fate.

This sudden turn of events completely caught the men in black off guard; they clearly hadn't expected the injured demon to be able to unleash such powerful strength.

In an instant, the men in black were thrown into disarray, and their previously tight defense was breached.

They panicked and tried to evade the demons' attack, but it was too late. The demons were too fast, like lightning streaking across the night sky, leaving no time for them to react.

Seeing this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, we launched our attack without hesitation, like hungry tigers pouncing on their prey.

In an instant, swords flashed and shadows danced like a storm, shouts of killing and screams rose and fell, like demonic sounds filling the ears, the scene as chaotic as a disturbed beehive.

We engaged in a thrilling battle with the enemy, with everyone fighting like a daredevil, giving their all without flinching.

In this fierce battle, no one could predict the final outcome.

Can we defeat these formidable enemies and uncover the enormous conspiracy hidden behind them?

Everything remains a mystery; the answer will only be revealed at the moment the battle ends.

The battle was extremely fierce. Although we attacked in the chaos, the men in black quickly regained their footing, just like a well-trained army.

The leader of the men in black took out a strange magical artifact from his pocket and muttered incantations, as if he were performing some kind of mysterious magic.

In an instant, a cloud of ink-black smoke billowed out, like a ferocious beast swallowing us whole.

From within the smoke, countless evil spirits appeared like ghosts, baring their fangs and claws as they lunged at us.

Tianzang shouted, "Watch out! This is a Yin spirit attack!"

While we unleashed ghostly flames, refined like fire dragons, to repel the evil spirits, we engaged in close-quarters combat with the men in black, a scene of extraordinary carnage.

The injured demon was now exhausted and gradually became powerless.

Just as I was worrying about him, I suddenly heard a deafening roar, and the smoke was swept away by an overwhelming force, as if by a raging wind.

It turns out that Tianzang had actually summoned his guardian spirit!

The guardian spirit was like a war god descending to earth, majestic and awe-inspiring, wielding a huge weapon and repelling the evil spirits as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.

Seeing this, our morale soared, and like tigers descending a mountain, we seized the opportunity to concentrate our forces and attack the leader in black.

After a thrilling and intense battle, we finally defeated them.

However, we know that this is only the beginning, and the conspiracy group hidden behind it will not give up easily.

We led the heavily wounded demon clan on a long journey to uncover the truth, determined to find the mastermind behind it all and stop the evil conspiracy from happening.

We dragged our heavy, leaden bodies forward with difficulty, each step feeling like we were carrying a thousand-pound burden.

The wounded demon's aura grew weaker and weaker, like a candle flickering in the wind, and we were extremely anxious.

Suddenly, a mysterious abandoned temple appeared ahead, exuding an eerie and terrifying aura.

But in order to save the demon race, we resolutely decided to go in for a temporary rest.

As soon as I stepped into the temple, the long-sealed gate slammed shut behind me, as if a ferocious beast had opened its bloody maw, and a sinister and terrifying laugh echoed all around.

Countless runes, shimmering with an eerie light, emerged from the ground like ghosts, trapping us tightly within them.

At the same time, a group of translucent phantoms emerged from the wall like ghosts, baring their fangs and emitting piercing screams, pouncing on us like hungry wolves.

Tiancang reacted swiftly, drawing his sword and shouting, "Everyone stand back to back and defend carefully!"

We gripped our weapons tightly, as if facing a formidable enemy.

However, these phantoms are like a persistent, intractable disease; they can easily penetrate our attacks and drain our strength like leeches sucking blood.

Just as we were gradually becoming exhausted, the wounded demon suddenly struggled to his feet despite the excruciating pain, his eyes flashing with a strange light, like the brightest star in the night sky.

He let out a deafening roar, and a powerful force spread out like a volcanic eruption, instantly dispelling the illusion and breaking the runes' restraints.

We stared at him in astonishment, but he was like a candle flickering in the wind, teetering on the brink of collapse, before finally falling weakly to the ground.

Tianzang seemed to see through the demon's situation, and couldn't help but shed tears. The tear, like a dazzling pearl, rolled down his cheek and onto the ground.

The wounded demon seemed to be exhausted, like a setting sun, but there was no sadness on his face. Instead, he comforted us warmly, like a spring breeze.

"Young Master Tianzang, I am about to leave. I hope you can avenge me and my family."

After saying this, his figure slowly disappeared into the world like wisps of smoke, as if he had never existed.

We know that we must race against time to find the mastermind behind this disaster and end it; otherwise, more dangers will follow like surging waves.

Tianzang clenched his teeth, trying to suppress the overwhelming grief that surged within him.

His eyes seemed to be covered by an invisible layer of frost, becoming exceptionally cold, but beneath this cold exterior lay a strength as firm as steel.

His gaze was like that of a sculpture, fixed directly on us, as if trying to see through our bodies to the depths of our hearts.

His voice was deep and powerful, like muffled thunder from the depths of the earth, carrying an undeniable authority: "We must not betray his sacrifice, which is heavier than Mount Tai! We must speed up the investigation, as swift as the wind!"

We all remained silent, nodding quietly, but the anger in our hearts erupted like a volcano.

It was resentment towards the murderer, and also grief for the deceased.

Our determination is as firm as a rock, and we will never back down no matter how many difficulties and obstacles we encounter.

Finally, Tianzang resolutely turned around and led us away from this gloomy and suffocating temple.

The temple gates closed slowly behind us with a dull thud, as if in mourning for the deceased.

In the days that followed, we searched like hunting dogs, leaving no stone unturned, looking for any possible clues.

Our footprints have covered the streets and alleys of the city, the fields and forests of the countryside, and even those remote and desolate places.

Finally, in a village that was so deserted it resembled ruins, we discovered some mysterious symbols related to the men in black.

These symbols are engraved on dilapidated walls, broken stone tablets, and scattered on the ground among broken porcelain shards.

They are as eye-catching as the twinkling stars in the night sky, exuding a mysterious and ancient aura.

We studied these symbols carefully, trying to decipher their meaning.

After some effort, we finally discovered that these symbols seemed to be a guide, pointing to a specific place.

Following the guidance of these symbols, we traversed dense forests and climbed steep mountain peaks, arriving at an ancient castle hidden in a valley.

The castle, like a sleeping behemoth, lies there quietly, as if forgotten by time.

The atmosphere surrounding the castle was like a chilling wind from the underworld, sending shivers down one's spine.

That chilling feeling seemed to penetrate to the bone marrow, making one shiver involuntarily.

The castle gates were tightly shut, covered with ancient runes and patterns, exuding an air of majesty and mystery.

We carefully pushed open the door and entered the castle.

It was pitch black inside, with only a faint ray of light occasionally filtering in from the windows high up, barely illuminating the surroundings.

The castle's hall was thick with dust, with tattered cobwebs hanging on the walls and old furniture and decorations scattered on the floor.

The entire castle was unusually quiet, with only our footsteps echoing in the empty hall, as if no one had been here for a long time.

However, this castle clearly hides countless unknown secrets.

We decided to delve deeper and unveil these secrets.

We walked with light yet cautious steps, as if we were stepping not on the ground, but on thin ice, and that a slight misstep would send us tumbling into an abyss.

Every step was fraught with unknowns and dangers, and our hearts were in our throats with each cautious step.

Finally, we stepped through the castle gates, but the sight before us made us gasp – the castle was already filled with devilish traps and lifelike statues guarding it.

These traps are so ingeniously designed that they are impossible to guard against; while the lifelike statues guarding the area are all fierce and menacing, as if they were demons crawling out of hell.

A new battle, like the calm before the storm, is about to erupt.