Published: March 2, 2025
Feili seemed to have anticipated this decisive battle. After sending Regas away, he quietly stood by the window, his small frame appearing even more hunched at that moment.
In his mind, he could hear the demon lord's voice, recalling the mission entrusted to him: "The survival of the Demon Realm is now in your hands..."
Feili's existence held extraordinary significance for the Demon Palace and the entire Demon Realm.
The demon lord guarded the Demon Palace and could not venture outside, while the Demon Realm required a continuous supply of origin power. For a long time, Feili had overseen everything happening externally, and the establishment of the highest council in the demonic clan military department was a part of this.
Without Feili, no one could ascertain what thoughts the spirit of the demon lord harbored regarding the continuation of the Demon Realm. Perhaps he would inherit Feili's mission to continue supplying origin power to the Heart of the Demon Realm, or maybe he would use that vast amount of origin power for his own purposes.
Only a few could truly understand the significance of this battle for the Demon Realm.
Feili took a deep breath and looked ahead...
Before him, over eighty beams of light swept in from all directions, halting just outside the Osgard defense shield. Feili's keen eyes could even see the illusory figure of the spirit of the demon lord standing in the very center.
When their gazes met, Feili had already foreseen the outcome of this conflict.
He was anxious and conflicted, while the spirit of the demon lord was resolute.
"Boom!"
With just four beams of light shot forth, the Barrier that could withstand a full assault from a tenth-level army for a day and a night was instantly shattered. The next moment, the spirit of the demon lord simply waved his hand.
"Kill them all!"
...
In that instant, disaster struck Osgard.
Eighty masters, each more powerful than an ordinary eleventh level strongman, unleashed their attacks. Various energy flows wildly surged across the land; in the blink of an eye, the entire defense system of Osgard was utterly destroyed, the army was disbanded, and the masses were turned to ashes. When that moment passed, only Feili's ancient castle remained, along with the thirteen powerful members of the Demon Palace Security Bureau standing behind Feili and the seven eleventh level strongmen he had trained.
Aside from Feili, the remaining twenty people trembled before the spirits of the demon lord.
They could not imagine that the spirit of the demon lord, fully unleashed, would wield such terrifying power!
"I've cleaned up the battlefield. Feili, it's your turn now."
The voice came from outside the castle, with the spirit of the demon lord surrounded by purple-black mist, floating in from a distance until he was just a window apart from Feili.
Behind him, the eighty avatars surrounded the castle without any gaps—there was no escape for Feili!
"My lord... we... should run..."
One of the eleventh level strongmen trained by Feili spoke up. At this moment, his legs were shaking, and his nearly five-meter tall figure trembled like a small quail.
Even the strong members of the Security Bureau swallowed hard, their gazes turning to Feili as if waiting for him to issue the order to retreat.
However...
"Run?"
Feili merely snorted coldly.
"You guys were created to clear away all obstacles before the lord demon. If a mere spirit of the demon lord can make you all like this, you might as well just die!"
Hearing this, the strong members of the Demon Palace Security Bureau were momentarily stunned. After a brief hesitation, determination appeared on each of their faces, while the seven demonic clan members trained by Feili wore puzzled expressions, seemingly unable to understand the meaning behind Feili's words.
"Forget it, there's no time to waste with you! You guys might as well just die!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Feili acted, but he did not target the spirit of the demon lord; instead, he aimed at his own allies!