Chapter 13974 Despair
Chapter 13974 Despair
But faced with this horrific bloodshed, their fear turned into anger, and their anger transformed into a determination to fight to the death.
They understood that surrendering would only lead to certain death, so rather than waiting to die, they decided to fight back, hoping for a chance of survival.
As a result, the demon army encountered its most severe resistance since its advance.
Human warriors took up their weapons and engaged in a fierce battle with the demons.
Their eyes revealed determination and resolve; they did not back down even when facing powerful demons.
Every battle was exceptionally brutal, with shouts of killing, the clash of weapons, and screams of agony intertwined and echoing across the battlefield, like a tragic song of hell on earth.
Shangguan Yue felt extremely distressed by this situation.
She was once human, but she joined the sea of demons not to aid and abet evil, but because she harbored a grand dream.
She hoped to use her wisdom and ability to implement her vision, truly rule the entire Great Town Dynasty, and establish a relatively peaceful and orderly new order so that the two races could live in harmony.
Countless times in her dreams she envisioned that beautiful future, a place without war or killing, where people lived in peace and prosperity.
But now, she finds that Ling Xiao's prediction has unfortunately come true.
The demons' wildness and bloodlust were completely unrestrained, and her efforts were like a pebble thrown into the ocean, causing no ripples whatsoever.
Even when she mustered the courage to tell the Demon King and the Monster King the truth, all she received was a dismissive remark from them: "Do you expect me to kill all the fine young men of the Demon Sea?"
The tone was full of disdain and contempt, as if human lives were utterly insignificant in their eyes, like ants.
Shangguan Yue's heart sank to the bottom instantly. She felt extremely disappointed, and that disappointment overwhelmed her like a tidal wave.
She stood there blankly, her eyes vacant, as if she had lost her soul.
The faces of the civilians and warriors who died tragically kept flashing through her mind, their eyes filled with pain and despair, as if questioning her: "Is this the result you wanted?"
At night, she sat alone in her tent, surrounded by silence, with only the occasional howl of a demon.
As she gazed at the flickering candlelight, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.
She remembered her vows, and those who trusted and followed her, but now they had all died under the demon's blade.
She felt like a sinner, betraying her race and her ideals.
As time went on, this disappointment gradually turned into despair.
She began to doubt her choice, wondering if joining the Demon Sea was a huge mistake.
She watched as the demons ran rampant, killing without restraint, and her heart was filled with anger and helplessness.
She wanted to change everything, but found herself powerless.
She was like a bird trapped in a cage, forced to watch helplessly as the outside world descended into chaos and destruction.
On a dark and windy night, the wind howled and made the tents rustle.
Shangguan Yue let out a long sigh, a sigh filled with endless loneliness and helplessness.
She slowly turned around, her eyes revealing a resolute determination.
She knew she had to leave, to leave this place filled with bloodshed and violence.
This place, which once held her hopes and dreams, has now become a source of pain in her heart.
With heavy steps, she left the sea of demons, each step feeling as if it were treading on her own heart.
She didn't know where the future lay, but she knew she could no longer associate with these demons, and she couldn't let more people be harmed.
At this moment, Ling Xiao and his group had gone through countless hardships and dangers, enduring wind and rain and overcoming obstacles, and finally arrived at a city.
This city is located on the frontier of the Great Town Dynasty, like a lonely chess piece, forgotten on the edge of war.
From afar, the city's outline appeared particularly desolate under the dim sky, like an old man in his twilight years, teetering on the brink of collapse under the erosion of time.
As they approached, the entire city fell into a deathly silence, resembling a giant tomb.
The streets were deserted. The once bustling market was now desolate, with stalls overturned and goods scattered all over the ground, blown about by the wind.
The shop's doors and windows were tightly shut, as if the people inside were afraid of something and dared not show their faces.
The withered yellow leaves swirled in the cold wind, making a rustling sound, which added to the desolation.
Ling Xiao frowned, his eyes revealing vigilance and worry.
He sniffed hard; a faint smell of blood filled the air. Though the smell was faint, it stung his nerves like a needle.
Clearly, a fierce battle had recently taken place here, and the stench of blood was a cruel mark left by that battle.
Ling Xiao slowly closed his eyes, and his powerful divine sense spread out like a surging tide, instantly enveloping the entire city.
He meticulously searched every corner of the city, not missing a single subtle movement.
Suddenly, he caught a faint, almost imperceptible aura, a faint and eerie aura, as if it came from another world.
This aura emanated from the city lord's mansion in the center of the city.
Ling Xiao suddenly opened his eyes, a cold glint flashing in them.
With a wave of his hand, he and everyone vanished from their spot in an instant.
The next second, they appeared in front of the city lord's mansion.
The candlelight inside the hall flickered and swayed, casting interplay of light and shadow, as if countless ghosts were dancing.
A ferocious bull demon stood in the center of the hall. Its body was like a small mountain, more than three zhang tall, with bulging muscles all over its body. Every muscle seemed to be cast in steel, containing terrifying power.
The bull demon's head was enormous, like a millstone, and its two horns were thick and sharp, like two sharp scimitars, gleaming with a cold light, as if they could easily pierce through anything that stood in its way.
Its eyes, like two blood-red lanterns, radiated a fierce and cruel light, as if harboring an endless desire for slaughter.
Its nostrils were large, and it would occasionally exhale two streams of hot white air, carrying a pungent, fishy stench.
Its mouth gaped open, revealing two rows of sharp fangs, each one like a dagger, sending chills down one's spine.
Its entire body was covered with a layer of long, stiff black fur, like steel needles, which shimmered with a metallic luster in the candlelight.
A faint black, demonic aura swirled among its fur, like black venomous snakes slithering about.
Its limbs are thick and powerful, and with each step it takes, the ground trembles slightly, as if it cannot bear its weight.
At this moment, it is cruelly torturing the city's lord.
The city lord was tightly chained, his clothes were tattered and covered with blood and wounds.
