Chapter 742: Chapter 742
He indeed possessed great abilities, for within a span of ten years, he had successfully persuaded Shen Jibai to his side and escaped unscathed.
Yet in the battle against the corpse demon army, Mi Lu had always thought he died by the hand of Princess Si Li, never expecting to encounter this old acquaintance’s subordinate today.
In face of Mi Lu’s almost man-eating gaze, the young demon named Sikong Xuan, perched atop the beast, did not spare his former master a second glance.
He gently stroked the beast’s spine with both hands, pondered for a moment, and then removed a red flag from his waist.
The flag whirled and danced in his hands, marked with dark bestial patterns drawn in fresh blood, as he bit his fingertip and smeared a streak of blood across it.
Above, the dense ink-like blood clouds slowly parted, amidst a deep rumbling noise, the entire sky seemed on the verge of collapsing and crushing the city.
A strong sense of unease rose within Mi Lu; meanwhile, the stone lion before him had also raised its enormous head, gazing grimly at the sky.
Amidst the piercing noise of shattering thunder, a horn, as if from an abyssal demon, slowly emerged from the clouds, coldly overlooking the land below.
But it was not a real demon, it was an ancient war chariot flickering with pale blue lightning.
Atop the chariot stood a bone giant, holding the reins, following the movements of Sikong Xuan’s flag.
With a crackling roar, massive blue lightning tore through the heavy clouds, spiraling down with the chariot amidst a panicky thunder, as if it had the force to split heaven and earth.
Mi Lu was petrified with terror, wondering what exactly had occurred during the ten years Sikong Zhen had spent on Immortal Island, for even the Demon Suppression Chariot of Guyin had been loaned to his hands.
And he had stealthily brought such a colossal presence into the Demon World without a single Netherworld Crow sensing anything amiss.
The already full-of-holes City Protection Barrier was like thin paper in front of the chariot, shattering upon contact.
"Your Highness! Danger, retreat quickly!" The advancing chariot did not stop as it smashed down toward the city wall where Mi Lu was positioned, crushing the stone lion, grasping a giant Battle Axe, into fragments amidst cries of horror.
The towering city wall collapsed into a huge gaping hole.
Four Demon Generals reacted swiftly, flashing in front of Mi Lu to shield him with their bodies.
One of them pushed Mi Lu a kilometer away with the back of his hand, while the four were consumed in a cloud of blood under the chariot, sacrificing themselves.
Mi Lu, who had just narrowly escaped with his life, was in no mood to fight again—the city gates were completely breached, and the barbarous Manxie army, stationed three li away, started drumming and advancing to kill.
He was still in shock, gathering his remaining elite troops and retreating to a crucial fortress in the Inner City.
The crushing Manxie army killed its way close, their war camp within Mo City turned into rubble.
Some Demon Generals and officials, without even the opportunity to surrender, were directly slain under the Manxie cavalry.
Protected every step of the way, Mi Lu eventually escaped to the safety of his own Zhaoyu Palace.
The old Demon Lord had loved his only son dearly.
Although Zhaoyu Palace served merely as the Young Lord’s residence, and its status was not as high as the upper Demon Lord Mohe,
the palace’s defensive Demon Array was set up on par with the Netherworld Palace’s level, even with contingency plans in place. The bones of the four Ancient great demons were refined into stone servants to guard the palace, able to withstand thousands of troops and horses.
Mi Lu, with no leisure to rescue his subordinates and citizens, watched as the once-majestic and ancient Mo City, in the invasion of war, suffered heavy casualties and was littered with bones.
"If you don’t make a decision now, the Manxie army will storm the Chao Mu Hall. Don’t forget, your two lovers are still there."
On a lookout tower in the city, Gale winds, stirred by the battle, continuously whipped Ning Feiyan’s skirt.
As she watched the Demon World’s land being seized by the enemy inch by inch, her expression, though grave, did not display the same panic and dismay as Mi Lu.