Chapter 13837 Past War

Chapter 13837 Past War
The old man bowed respectfully, his body slightly bent, with a trace of awe and piety on his face: "Yes, and no!"

The young man was stunned for a moment, frowned slightly, looked up at the old man, with a hint of confusion in his eyes, and waited quietly for the old man's explanation.

The old man slowly raised his hand and pointed to the bottomless black canyon in the distance.

The canyon runs across the entire Demon Sea, as if it was split in half by a peerless master. The cliffs on both sides are smooth and steep, as if they were cut by a knife or an axe.

The canyon was filled with thick black fog, making it impossible to see what was going on inside. It only felt as if an invisible force was attracting people's attention, making people shudder.

Then, the old man's palm lit up, and a crystal clear crystal ball appeared in his hand.

The crystal ball emitted a soft light, as if it was the brightest star in the night sky.

The old man muttered something, and the crystal ball suddenly burst out with brilliant blue light, which spread out in all directions as if it were real.

A huge water curtain suddenly appeared in the sky, clearly reflecting the tragic battle between the Demon Sea and the Dazhen Dynasty.

In the picture, there is flames of war, smoke everywhere, and deafening shouts of killing.

The twelve strong men were agile, some holding sharp blades, some casting spells, and fighting a desperate battle with the demons in the Demon Sea.

The demons have various shapes, some are huge, like a hill; some are extremely fast, like lightning.

The battle was extremely fierce and both sides suffered heavy casualties.

Although the twelve strong men were powerful, the number of monsters in the Demon Sea was large, and they gradually fell into trouble.

However, the twelve strong men did not retreat, they huddled together, supported each other, and stubbornly resisted the attacks of the demons.

Finally, in a shocking explosion, the picture gradually blurred, leaving only a ruin and twelve figures gradually falling down...

In the water curtain, the picture gradually became clear. On the left was a middle-aged man wearing black armor.

The armor gleamed with a cold luster, as if it was made of some mysterious and evil metal. It was engraved with strange and complicated runes, and gave off a faint, chilling aura.

His posture was tall and straight, like a towering mountain, his hands were like eagle claws, his knuckles were thick and powerful, and his nails were sharp as knives, as if he could tear the air with a slight grab.

His eyes were deep and cold, like the stars in the cold night, revealing endless murderous intent and ambition, which made people shudder.

Behind him was a mighty army of millions of demons.

These monsters have various shapes. Some are as huge as mountains, covered with sharp thorns, and make the earth tremble with every step they take. Some are as small as mice, but extremely fast, moving freely among the team. Others can spit flames, release poisonous fog, and emit a disgusting stench.

They let out roars and screams, the sound seemed to come from hell, it was creepy.

And in front of the army was a city.

That is the "Demon-Suppressing City" of the Dazhen Dynasty located on the border.

The former Demon-Suppressing City had tall and solid walls, towering city gates, crisscrossing streets, and rows of houses, creating a prosperous scene.

However, at this time, it has turned into ruins.

The broken walls and ruins were crumbling in the smoke, broken debris were scattered all over the ground, and the blazing flames had not yet completely extinguished, making crackling sounds from time to time, as if telling the cruelty of this war.

Twelve figures stood on the ruins.

Each of them is extremely powerful, and they radiate a dazzling light, which is a symbol of strength and momentum.

Their faces were firm and stern, their eyes revealed fearlessness and determination, and each of them had a sharp gaze, staring intently at the army of demons ahead.

Despite being in a desperate situation, they still had no intention of retreating. They were like a group of warriors guarding justice, ready to fight a final and desperate battle with the demons.

The war broke out.

In an instant, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the wind and clouds surged.

Countless attacks bombarded between heaven and earth. The light of magic was like a bright meteor, streaking across the dark night sky. The sound of weapons clashing was like thunder, deafening.

The demons rushed towards the twelve strong men with their fangs and claws bared. They attacked with their sharp claws and teeth and bombarded with powerful spells.

The twelve strong men fought hard with their superb martial arts and powerful strength.

They either cast spells or brandished weapons, engaging in fierce close combat with the demons.

This war lasted for several years. Every inch of land was stained with blood and every inch of the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

The twelve figures finally fell in a pool of blood.

They were not dead, but they were already dying, with wounds all over their bodies and blood constantly flowing.

They looked at the man in black armor in despair, their eyes filled with unwillingness and helplessness.

They tried hard, and in this war, most of the demon army was killed. Their heroic fighting made the demons pay a heavy price.

But because reinforcements failed to arrive, they were still outnumbered.

The Demon-Suppressing City also collapsed and turned into a complete ruin. Its former prosperity and glory were no longer there.

The man in black armor sneered, and that laugh was full of mockery and complacency.

He waved his eagle claws, pointed at the Dazhen Dynasty, and said in a cold and cruel voice: "Attack! Destroy the human race today!"

Behind him, the demons cheered, as if they had seen the dawn of victory, and were ready to crush the Dazhen Dynasty in one fell swoop.

However, at this moment, an old man came slowly.

The old man was riding on an old cow. The cow walked slowly and steadily, and exuded a gentle aura.

The old man had a pipe in his mouth, with wisps of green smoke coming out of the pipe. He looked leisurely, as if the fierce war before him had nothing to do with him.

He was wearing a simple robe, his hair and beard were already gray, but his eyes revealed a deep and mysterious power.

Arriving at the ruins of the Demon Suppression City, he glanced at the armored man opposite him calmly, and said in a calm voice with an unquestionable majesty: "Let's stop here. I don't want to destroy the Demon Sea, but I can't allow you to step into the Great Town Dynasty. My grandson will come here soon, and I can't let you destroy this place."

Although his voice was not loud, it was clearly heard by everyone, as if there was an invisible force that made the air around him freeze.

The man in black armor had no expression on his face. His stern face seemed to be carved out of ice, without a trace of emotion.

He spoke coldly, his voice sounding like it came from the Netherworld: "What if I don't?"

Every word seemed to carry an endless chill, causing the air around them to freeze.