Published: November 30, -0001
Was Quinn's goal really to become the Demon Lord?
Qin Chen was stunned, unable to suppress a sharp intake of breath.
All along, he had believed that Quinn's aim was merely to release the ancient source beasts, using the essence within them as nourishment for the Demon Tribe, restoring the strength of many powerful figures from the Demon Tribe to conquer the continent again.
But now, he understood how wrong he was—completely wrong.
Quinn's purpose was not to rescue the ancient source beasts but to devour them and become the Demon Lord of the Demon Tribe.
The Demon Lord!
The Lord of Ten Thousand Demons!
Although Qin Chen didn’t know just how terrifying the Demon Lord of the Demon Tribe was, he was certain that if Quinn succeeded, not only would those trapped in the stone cave perish, but even those who had escaped earlier, like Chen Sisi and You Qianxue, would meet the same fate. Even the entire human race of the Tianwu Continent would fall into danger, facing destruction.
While Qin Chen was not a goody-two-shoes, he understood that if Quinn succeeded, it would mean the end for the entire Tianwu Continent, and his family and friends would be in danger.
He had to stop him!
“Kill!”
Qin Chen was the first to act, moving like lightning as he charged towards Quinn, unleashing a sword strike. With a thunderous sound, the sword light burst forth, containing boundless murderous intent as it struck against the red aura surrounding Quinn but didn’t budge an inch.
“Jiejiejie, useless! The Ancestor Demon Blood Scripture is a treasured artifact of my clan. You can’t break it!” Quinn cackled.
With a wave of his hand, a horrifying aura suddenly spread from the Ancestor Demon Blood Scripture.
The sound of spitting blood echoed as numerous Nineth Level Martial Gods were forced to cough up blood, and those with cultivation below the Nineth Level Martial God screamed in agony as crimson rainbows of essence erupted from their bodies, strands of vital blood being pulled away.
“No!”
They looked in terror at the vital blood within them, disappearing bit by bit. Then, with a bang, their bodies exploded, shattering into pieces and dispersing as blood mist.
The strands of vital blood within them quickly merged into the Ancestor Demon Blood Scripture, turning into its energy.
Here, the powerful human figures were merely nourishment for the Ancestor Demon Blood Scripture.
In just a moment, aside from the more than ten remaining Nineth Level Martial Gods, everyone else had perished with no survivors.
It was tragic!
Too tragic!
The space was filled with a rich metallic scent of blood, resembling a purgatory.
At this moment, the powerful figures from various factions, including Long Zhentian, were too terrified to care for their disciples. The power of vital blood within them was being rapidly mobilized, sending waves of intense pain throughout their bodies. However, due to their formidable strength, they could still resist the pull of the Ancestor Demon Blood Scripture for the time being.
But this was only temporary. Once Quinn absorbed enough source beast power and the might of the Ancestor Demon Blood Scripture increased, they would inevitably die here.
“Kill!”
Long Zhentian and the others were frightened, trying to stop Quinn, but it was of no use. They couldn't even get close to him. One Nineth Level Martial God, attempting to approach within ten meters of the Ancestor Demon Blood Scripture, could not withstand the terrifying power and exploded in a wail, like a punctured balloon, shattering into blood mist.
Even Qin Chen's vital blood within him stirred under this immense pulling force, sending waves of pain.
Of course, thanks to the Spatial Sacred Body, Qin Chen was relatively safe compared to Long Zhentian and the others, but it was only a matter of time.
Boom!
Below, the ancient source beasts roared angrily, struggling violently. They clearly understood their predicament, constantly releasing nineth-level source beast essence in a bid to break free from the seal and stop Quinn.