Chapter 312 The group is destroyed

Deep in the border of Beizhou, a deadly valley was shrouded in a thick demonic aura. This was a place seldom visited by humans, and even birds and animals did not dare to approach. In the center of the valley, there was a towering altar, which was completely black, as if it had swallowed up all the light. Around the altar, there was a pool of blood formed by countless dead bones and blood, which exuded a suffocating bloody smell.

Above the altar, a huge dark crack slowly opened, swallowing up terrifying energy like an abyss. A low roar came faintly from the crack, as if it came from the supreme being of another world, with endless majesty and destructive aura.

Suddenly, a blood-red beam of light shot out from the crack and shot straight into the sky. The valley shook, the earth began to crack, and the demonic energy surged, like a huge black dragon dancing between heaven and earth. All the visions pointed to one fact - the supreme existence of the demon race, the Demon Emperor, was reviving.

Beside the altar, the demon clan's high-ranking officials gathered. The leader was the demon clan's army commander, Barlot. His tall figure was shrouded in heavy armor, and his eyes were flashing with fanaticism. He knelt on his knees, facing the black crack, and spoke in a hoarse and excited voice:

"Your Majesty, the great Demon Emperor, your subjects have offered the most pious sacrifice for your revival. Please descend upon this land and rule the world again!"

Other high-ranking demons also knelt down and shouted in unison: "Welcome back, His Majesty the Demon Emperor!"

A low sigh came from the crack, and then a huge arm covered with black scales stretched out from it. The arm was wrapped with a thick demonic aura, and each scale exuded an ancient and evil aura. Then, a huge figure slowly walked out of the crack.

This was a terrifying being several feet tall, covered in pitch-black armor, with eyes burning like blood-red flames. His aura was like an endless abyss, covering the entire valley. Just standing there, the surrounding ground cracked under the weight.

The Demon Emperor's eyes swept over the demon leaders kneeling on the ground. His voice was low and majestic, echoing between heaven and earth like thunder: "This emperor has been asleep for a thousand years, and he was sealed by these lowly monks... Ridiculous!"

He stretched out his hand and waved it casually, and the air suddenly rang with a shattering sound. The demonic energy that was swirling around him quickly condensed and turned into a black ball of light in his palm. He gently squeezed it, and the ball of light suddenly exploded, turning into countless dark spots of light that spread in all directions.

However, the Demon Emperor paused the next moment. His brows knitted slightly, as if he had realized something was wrong. He looked down at his palm, and a cold look flashed in his eyes.

"My power... has not yet fully recovered." His voice was low and angry. "The thousand-year seal has caused me to lose most of my power. Now I can only exert 30% of my peak strength."

Barlotte immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed: "Your Majesty, it is our incompetence that has not contributed enough blood and soul to fully revive you. But please rest assured, we have already prepared the next plan. As long as we plunder enough monks and spiritual minerals, we will be able to help you recover to your peak!"

The Demon Emperor snorted coldly: "A mere 30% of your strength is enough to crush these inferior cultivators. But what I want is not only to rule this continent, but to completely transform this world into my Demon Realm. Speed ​​up your actions, and do not delay any more!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Barlot and other high-ranking demons responded in unison.

The Demon Emperor slowly raised his head, his eyes penetrating the thick demonic energy, as if he saw the world outside the valley. He gently waved his hand, and a ball of dark demonic energy condensed in his palm, turning into a dark stream of light that shot into the distance.

This evil spirit passed through the valley, and wherever it passed, the grass and trees withered and lifeless. It finally landed on a camp where monks were stationed. The monks in the camp were busy, and suddenly they noticed this terrifying aura and showed horrified expressions.

"What is this?" a monk exclaimed.

Before they could react, the evil spirit exploded and turned into countless black tentacles, quickly covering the entire camp. Hundreds of monks screamed one after another. In an instant, their flesh and souls were completely devoured, leaving only a pile of bones.

This horrific massacre quickly alarmed the surrounding monks. When the news spread to the major sects of humanity, everyone realized that an unprecedented disaster was approaching.

Back in the valley, the Demon Emperor felt the information brought back by the demonic energy, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "These humble monks can't even resist a casual attack from this emperor. If this emperor returns to his peak, what qualifications do they have to compete with me?"

But his expression soon turned serious: "My resurrection is not yet complete. I must accumulate more blood and soul as soon as possible. Barlotte, you must speed up your actions and gather all the monks to prepare for my complete resurrection."

"Your Majesty, please rest assured." Barlot's eyes were grim. "The monks on the border of the Northern State have already noticed something unusual. They will come to us on their own. We have prepared a perfect trap, and we are just waiting for them to fall into it!"

The Demon Emperor nodded, his eyes filled with endless coldness and murderous intent: "Very good. This continent will eventually be ruled by me, and anyone who stands in my way will be crushed into dust!"

All the demon clan leaders present shouted enthusiastically: "Long live His Majesty the Demon Emperor! The demon clan will surely return to its peak!"

The entire valley was once again shrouded in terrifying demonic energy. Although the Demon Emperor's revival had not yet been completed, his arrival had already brought endless shadows and fear to the continent. A bloody storm was quietly approaching.

In the core area of ​​Beizhou, in a grand hall, the top leaders of the major human forces gathered together in a solemn atmosphere. In the center of the hall, a huge sand table showed the terrain of the border of Beizhou and the range of activities of the demons. The resurrection of the Demon Emperor plunged the entire human world into an unprecedented crisis, and how to deal with this threat became the focus of everyone's debate.

An old man in a green Taoist robe stood beside the sand table, his eyes sharp: "Everyone, although the Demon Emperor has revived, according to intelligence, his strength has not yet fully recovered. This is our only chance. If we can launch a precise attack while he is weak, we may be able to severely injure or even seal this demon again!"

Another middle-aged man in golden armor nodded in agreement, "Yes, the Demon Emperor's resurrection means a full-scale counterattack by the demons. If we wait until he fully recovers, we will lose any chance of winning. Now that his strength has only recovered to 30% of its peak, we must fight quickly."

However, some people held opposing views. A purple-robed woman said coldly: "Even if the Demon Emperor is only 30% of his strength, he is still a formidable force. If we send a large army, it will be too big a target and it will be easy to alert the enemy; if we only send a small number of elite troops, we may fall into danger. This operation is extremely risky and should not be underestimated."

There was a lot of debate in the hall. Finally, a thin but dignified white-haired old man stood up and said in a calm but unquestionable voice: "This operation must be streamlined. Select the top strongmen from all major forces and form a team to specialize in decapitation. Attack efficiently and avoid long battles. If there is a chance, directly destroy the core altar of the demon revival."

Everyone nodded. This old man was a highly respected leader in the Northern State cultivator world, and his decisions were considered authoritative. Soon, all the major forces sent their elite members to join the team. Liu Cangyun, the sword master of Qingyun Sect, Murong Zhan, the thunder master of Tianlei Palace, Lin Mengyao, the ice spirit saint of Bingshuang Valley, and several powerful people at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage were selected as core members. This team symbolizes the peak combat power of the human race, and their mission is crucial - to kill the Demon Emperor before he fully recovers.

Three days later, the team sneaked into the demon territory. They used secret methods to hide their tracks, passed through layers of demonic barriers, and quietly approached the target area. Along the way, they carefully avoided the demon patrols and successfully approached the valley where the Demon Emperor was.

"According to intelligence, the Demon Emperor's revival ritual is still ongoing." Liu Cangyun whispered, looking around sharply, "The demonic energy here is dense. If the altar can be destroyed, his revival speed will definitely be greatly affected."

Murong Zhan nodded, and then gathered his thunder magic, ready to launch an attack. However, the moment they approached the altar, the surrounding demonic energy suddenly surged, and countless dark tentacles sprang out from the ground, instantly surrounding the team.

"Oh no! We've fallen into a trap!" Lin Mengyao's face changed, and she hurriedly activated the Ice Spirit spell to try to block the invasion of the evil spirit. However, the evil spirit seemed to have life, and no matter how she resisted, she could not completely dispel it.

At this time, the Demon Emperor's deep laughter came from the depths of the valley: "A group of foolish monks actually tried to take advantage of my weakness to launch a sneak attack. Your blood and essence will just add more strength to my complete recovery!"

Before he finished speaking, a dark shadow rushed out from the valley. It was the remaining power of the Demon Emperor. Although his strength had not been fully restored, this clone alone was powerful enough to make people despair.

Liu Cangyun gritted his teeth and shouted: "Break through at all costs!" He swung the long sword in his hand, and a shocking sword energy slashed at the shadow. However, the sword energy was completely swallowed up before it came into contact with the shadow, and had no effect.

"This is not a force we can resist at all!" Murong Zhan's face turned pale. He forcibly activated the power of thunder, trying to cover his teammates' retreat, but the power of thunder could only temporarily block the attack of those demonic tentacles.

Soon, the team members fell one after another. Lin Mengyao tried her best to protect the last monk in the team and tried to pass on the message, but in the end she was also swallowed by the evil spirit and turned into a pool of blood.

Three days later, the news reached the human race base camp. A surviving low-level monk desperately escaped and brought back the news that the team had been annihilated.

"What? All of them were killed?" A sect leader's face changed drastically. "Liu Cangyun, Murong Zhan, and the others... all died?"

There was a dead silence in the hall. Everyone was shocked beyond words by the news. This team of top warriors carefully selected from various powers was completely annihilated by the Demon Emperor. This result completely shattered their fluke mentality and made everyone realize that even if the Demon Emperor's power had not fully recovered, it was still far beyond their imagination.

"If even such a lineup cannot shake the Demon Emperor, what else can we do?" Someone murmured in despair.

The white-haired old man tightly grasped the cane in his hand, his eyes full of pain and self-blame. He said in a deep voice: "This matter can no longer be concealed. The news must be spread throughout the human world as soon as possible, so that all forces can unite and jointly deal with this crisis!"

However, everyone knew that the existence of the Demon Emperor was like a sharp blade hanging over their heads, ready to strike at any time. Whether they could find a countermeasure before the full-scale attack of the demons would determine the survival of the entire human race.