Chapter 1387: Chapter 1387
In the Eight Cities of the Swallow Nest, the demons were in high spirits, divided into two factions. Some were content with the status quo, hoping to keep the stalemate going. With time, the human race would realize they had no chance and naturally retreat. Like before, everyone had their stronghold, there wouldn’t be any major battles.
The others were eager for military achievements, and firmly believed that the strength of the Demon Court far exceeds that of the human race. They argued that we should seize this opportunity to break out and completely crush the human army entrenched under our stronghold, nothing more than a mob!
We have five Sages of Demons, matching the three of the Human Race’s Seventh Realm, we have an overwhelming advantage. Then we could recover Isaac County, break through Bottlebeck Pass, and rule the Eastern Land once again!
The two factions argued incessantly in the Eight Cities of the Swallow Nest. Naturally, those advocating war were young, and after the Origin Resurgence occurred, many of them advanced to Tier-6, a time brimming with ambition. Seeing Owen Bertram so "arrogantly" sitting outside their stronghold, they couldn’t wait to cut dozens of bloody holes in him.
But they couldn’t understand why the five stationed Sages of Demons remained motionless. They were the most powerful members of the Demon Clan in the Eight Cities of Swallow Nest, yet they had not expressed any opinion on whether to choose to fight or defend from the beginning to the end.
As for General Hugo Crow, he was still lobbying in the Demon Court, hoping that another Sage of Demons would come and support the front lines. However, this time, no one in the Demon Court supported him: too cautious, it’s five against three, what else is there to worry about?
Hugo was frustrated. If it weren’t for a falling out with Raymony, he would have been the sixth Demon Sage to support the frontline. Despite Hugo’s attempted explanation, Raymony refused to listen; this old man had hurriedly betrothed his granddaughter to a certain prominent race in the Demon Court.
Hugo was furious. Really, you think I’m interested in your granddaughter? I’m interested in you! Ahem - I mean, I’m interested in your power, so I wanted to build trust through marriage. Your granddaughter’s reputation is awful, at such a young age, she already has five or six boyfriends...
General Hugo was always on the alert for news from the Eight Cities of Swallow Nest. For some reason, he was very uneasy. He always felt that something was going to happen, but he couldn’t figure out what the problem was.
Outside the Swallow Nest, the Human Race’s main camp was formed into a battle formation. There was a heavy murderous intent in the sky due to the powerful battle formation that even the Seventh Realm and Sixth Realm had to avoid.
Behind the main camp, National Master was holding Little Black Tortoise, standing above the cloud layer, looking at the Eight Cities of Swallow Nest. Little Black Tortoise was a little distressed for his master: "I told you, girls should not take the initiative to pursue, it will be belittled."
The National Master was in a jolly mood when she was alone, joking with Little Turtle: "I’m older than him. It’s not pursuing him, it’s called maintenance."
Little Black Tortoise covered its eyes with its front paws: "I can’t bear to look at a girl desperate for love...."
The National Master was all smiles: "Do you want me to find a boy turtle for you?" Little Black Tortoise trembled with fear and shook its claws: "I was wrong, please spare me."
National Master once again turned her gaze to the Eight Cities of Swallow Nest. She could see more, like the "pressure" converging above Mr. Owen’s head. Little Black Tortoise asked again: "Can the Nine Witch Demon Court win? You came all the way here, isn’t it to add a Seventh Realm to Owen Bertram’s side? Four against five -- the disadvantage is not so obvious."
National Master shook her head: "The Nine Witch Demon Court is doomed to lose, I’m just here to watch."
Little Black Tortoise scratched its head in thought, then suddenly clapped its paws: "I get it, the Wood Dynasty produced Owen Bertram, but the Nine Witch Demon Court has yet to produce a young demon who can counter Owen Bertram. From the perspective of national destiny, the Nine Witch Demon Court is already lost."
The National Master nodded: "So even though it’s five against three, the Tier-7 Demons have already sensed it. This is why they have been adhering to their strategy of defense and dared not launch an attack on the Wood Dynasty."
Wasn’t Sang Island the same? The national master had been working hard to cultivate the younger generation, but none of them could rival Mr. Owen. Even some of the more outstanding ones were somehow drawn to Mr. Owen, and then unsurprisingly killed.
Little Black Tortoise suddenly saw something: "Oh, the pressure around Owen Bertram has reached its peak - he’s going to make a move!"
Below the Eight Cities of Swallow Nest, Mr. Owen, sat crossed-legged. He slowly opened his eyes, without a hint of worldly desire, and then he pulled out his ancient sword of Phil and gave a light swing.
The world shuddered suddenly!
All the power between heaven and earth seemed to be concentrated in this sword strike, with endless strange phenomena along with it. A sword light suddenly appeared in the clear sky, extending seven hundred miles, overshadowing all else. Even the sun in the sky dimmed because of it.
Inside the Swallow Nest, the massive Demon Array that the Nine Witch Demon Court had been reinforcing and repairing for tens of thousands of years reacted. However, under this sword strike, the thick bloody glow disappeared like melting ice and snow under the blazing sun, and the eight mighty strongholds atop the peaks were shaking.
The moment Mr. Owen drew his sword, the Five Sages of Demons had a premonition and simultaneously took to the skies, surrounded by magic and demon artifacts. However, when they saw this sword strike, all of them had the same thought in their hearts: this is beyond our ability to confront!
The Five Sages of Demons retreated, fleeing into the distance.
The defenders were cursing, especially those advocating war. You five, fled by a single sword strike? But just as they started cursing, that sword strike came down...