Chapter 729: The War Bugle
The stern and horrific eyes seemed to be able to kill people with just a look!
Facing the Black-armored Demon God, Panshi only felt two boiling streams of liquid flowing down the sides of his face. It was blood. His eyes had already been burnt by the surge of the Black-armored Demon God's killing aura.
The Demon God's power was not something that anyone could lay their eyes on!
The Black-armored Demon God moved, and flew over Panshi and company. As the billowing blood cloud descended, the mountains collapsed!
The desolate beast under Panshi let out a wail before it burst, its body disintegrating!
The blood that was flowing slowly looked blurry to Panshi as he stood in the pool of blood. He raised the spear in his hands high up while trembling.
He knew that there was no way for him to escape. There was no need for the Black-armored Demon God to do a thing against them, as they would be killed by the pressure of the blood cloud. Many humans much stronger than them had died in such a manner.
Since he knew he was going to die, Panshi did not want to meaninglessly end up like a pile of rotten meat. He only wished he could strike out once, burning his soul as a warrior in the process, so he could die gloriously in battle!
Panshi could barely make out the Black-armored Demon God passing overhead.
Like a resounding thunder, it rang in his ears.
In that the instant the Black-armored Demon God passed by, the world collapsed. Everything as far as Panshi could see and hear collapsed.
Panshi's body was completely frozen.
His spear was lifted up, but he had failed to stab it.
Panshi's life force had completely disappeared. His flesh was crumbling, leaving his armor and skeleton standing there. His eye sockets were now empty, and his soul had dispersed. A white bony hand could be seen grabbing a spear tightly. The spear tip was pointed in a particular direction, with a cold sparkle on it, seemingly frozen for eternity.
Up to his death, Panshi's mouth only managed to open slightly. However, he failed to make a sound, almost shouting that sentence he wanted to shout so badly—
The Demon God is here!
Behind Panshi, those Desolate race warriors had also exploded!
However, their deaths were not meaningless.
Although Panshi wanted to attack, even before they began their patrols, they already knew that in front of the Black-armored Demon God, it was impossible for them to have any chance of struggling.
Their patrol was not meant to discover the Black-armored Demon God in advance and send warning signals. Instead, it was meant for them to use their flesh and blood to ignite a burning flame… at the cost of their lives.
More than ten flames lit up.
In the Desolate race's campgrounds, a row of Life Slips amongst the thousands of life slips suddenly shattered at the same time!
The former Desolate Queen suddenly opened her eyes.
These Life Slips were spiritually connected to her mind. As such, she was immediately notified about the shattering of the Life Slips.
The former Desolate Queen's heart tightened.
A simple but bleak bugle could be heard echoing throughout the Desolate race campground.
This bugle would only be blown for one reason. There was only one thing that it represented.
The Black-armored Demon God is coming!
The war bugle!?
Throughout the remote mountains, all the Desolate race members, regardless whether they were resting or patrolling were alarmed when they heard the sound. They all rushed towards the Desolate race Palace.
In the days before, the Desolate race had gone through countless drills.
This time, although they were alarmed and nervous, they did not panic.
"He's here... That was fast. I wonder how Young master Yi is." The Sanctuary Island couple couple, who were meditating, opened their eyes. The woman sighed. This battle was most likely one that would be a life and death separation for them, or even one that might kill them both.
However, since the couple had made their decision, they would not regret it.
"Dong'er, let's go."
The couple held each other's hands and flew towards the Desolate race Palace. Alongside them, there were large numbers of human warriors. To die in battle in a barren place like the remote mountains was equivalent to dying outside their homelands, but they had no choice at this point in time. It was all for the continuation of their families.
The former Desolate Queen arrived at a hall. At this moment, the hall was empty except for Jiang Xiaorou, who was sitting quietly under a Skyfox sculpture. And not far away from her, Shepherd Boy was also sitting on the ground, watching over her.
Inside the Skyfox sculpture was the sleeping Sacred Spirit of the Desolate race.
When the former Desolate Queen entered the hall, Jiang Xiaorou had already opened her eyes. "Mother."
"The bugle has sounded… "
The former Desolate Queen looked at Jiang Xiaorou's calm but determined face, and felt her heart ache.
"Yes." Jiang Xiaorou nodded gently. The Sacred Spirit was still sleeping after being wounded. When the Black-armored Demon God approached with all his strength, it had sensed the tremendous danger and had forcefully woken itself up from its slumber.
The Black-armored Demon God's pressure locked onto the Divine Wilderness, and the Sacred Spirit itself was a single entity with the Divine Wilderness lands. This was the final showdown between two ancient existences.
Thinking back to her worship at the divine bone altar many years ago, with the Sacred Spirit acknowledging her, it was like that had happened yesterday. Jiang Xiaorou sighed. The sacrifice that was destined was a reluctant choice for her.
"Yun'er… Nothing bad must happen to you… " Jiang Xiaorou whispered before standing up. Her brightly colored dress opened up like a blooming rose.
Yi Yun had taken the initiative to strike at the Black-armored Demon God and he had went searching for him. But now, the Black-armored Demon God was approaching with immense murderous momentum.
Jiang Xiaorou's heart was cold. She felt trepidation, but at this moment, as the Desolate race's Queen, she could not think about those things. This was a battle with the life and death of the Desolate race on the line.
When Jiang Xiaorou walked out of the hall, her emotions had returned to normal.
Jiang Xiaorou's behavior made the former Desolate Queen relieved.
Having no fear and being totally calm was indeed characteristics that proved that she was her daughter. Only then could she be supported by the Desolate race, and obtain the acknowledgment of the Sacred Spirit as Queen.
"Yun'er will be fine." Jiang Xiaorou muttered to herself once again. She said it with a firm tone, like she was exhorting herself.
Yi Yun had promised her, and he always fulfilled whatever he promised her.
Just at the moment Jiang Xiaorou said that sentence, her eyes looked past the palace. Across the palace's square, all the way to the horizon, there was an endless killing intent emanating there…
"He is here." Jiang Xiaorou said.
The patrol team that sacrificed themselves was only a few thousand miles away from the Desolate race's campground. This distance was one that the Black-armored Demon God could cross in an instant.
Jiang Xiaorou's long hair flowed backwards. She looked exquisite and alluring. But now, outside the hall, the sky was filled with blood clouds.
The blood clouds had arrived in an instant, enveloping the entire Desolate race campground!
After hearing the bugle, people had just managed to rush over to the palace from their residences.
Yet by the time they arrived, they saw that the blue sky above their heads had gone.
The blood cloud was as thick as blood plasma, like it would drip down at any moment.
Those legendary figures and Desolate race Empyreal Kings began forming Yuan Qi shields, protecting the weaker geniuses in it.
But even so, the geniuses felt their blood and Qi turn chaotic the moment that the blood cloud descended. Many of them were shivering. Against a Demon God that could destroy everything, the young them were just too insignificant.