Chapter 65: The Demon Race Admits Defeat in This Great Battle

Watching Ye Ling and the other two walking over slowly.

Busong was dumbfounded.

The existence in the very center, from appearance to aura, without exception.

It was absolutely the Heaven-Defying Demon Dragon King, the daughter of the Moshenhuang Fengxiu, the Demon Dragon Princess Leng Xiao!

There was no second possibility! As for the two beings beside her, Busong actually didn't have much memory of them, but as he recalled, he remembered that these two guys were the two Third Rank professionals who had previously hidden and snuck toward Leng Xiao's location.

He had previously thought they were just trash Third Ranks, there to provide the Princess with some amusement.

Unexpectedly... Busong's eyes gradually turned bloodshot. If the Moshenhuang Fengxiu found out that it was because of his own negligence that his most beloved daughter had died, then he would be finished! Truly, completely finished! Panicked, he did not hesitate, leaping high into the air, his Spiritual Power constantly condensing. In an instant, green light surged, and a powerful aura surged toward his position. He leaped high, carrying the angry strike of a Ninth Rank Second Level.

Heading straight toward the location of Ye Ling, Cai'er, and Leng Xiao.

However, these two forces were not aimed at Leng Xiao. As a Ninth Rank existence, his control over his own power was extremely precise; these two forces were meant to attack Ye Ling and Cai'er, so they would absolutely not hit Leng Xiao.

He wanted to seize the moment before Long Xingyu and the others could react to finish all of this.

Without any mercy, under this single strike, two mere Third Rank existences would not even have consciousness, but would instead be directly turned into powder.

Long Xingyu was startled, hurriedly manipulating the Apocalypse and Slaughter Divine Seal Throne, intending to use the power of the throne to block all the damage brought by this strike.

But he could not do it; the speed of the Tree Demon God Busong was too fast, so fast that even an Artifact could not react. In the eyes of everyone, Ye Ling and the other were already in a hopeless situation.

But... the two of them were not fools either.

Naturally, they knew that two mere Third Ranks, in this main battlefield where Seventh Ranks were everywhere, would have their lives taken by the appearance of any powerhouse! Therefore, being well-prepared in advance was the most appropriate thing to do.

A ray of light appeared above the sky, instantly falling in front of the two. The Epic Shield in hand slowly grew larger, instantly covering the four of them.

He shouted loudly: "Sacred Protection!"

The Eighth Rank Guardian Knight skill Sacred Protection exploded completely at this moment, falling within it, instantly blocking everything.

The Tree Demon God Busong's strike was very angry, carrying absolute slaughter, but under the full-force defense of this Gold Knight combined with the Epic Shield.

The price paid was a crack appearing on his Epic Shield, but it had completely blocked the strike.

"Thanks to you, Senior Zhige." Ye Ling looked at the Gold Knight in front of him and thanked him softly.

Who else could this be but Han Zhige?

Previously, Long Xingyu had sent Han Zhige over there to protect Ye Ling and the others as they retreated. Originally, Han Zhige had intended to escort them out and return to continue fighting after confirming they were safe.

But Ye Ling, as the Child of Light, had also sensed Han Zhige's light aura amidst the vast crowd, returned there first, and then finished explaining everything to Han Zhige.

And he had also been guarding on the side.

Heh, isn't this Ye Ling's foresight? "No need for words of thanks. This time you are the greatest contributor. Thank you, Ye Ling. Because of you, the Temple Alliance has gained another ray of hope," Han Zhige said in a deep voice.

He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid that after he died, nothing would have changed.

And now, he was willing to die for Ye Ling.

The two did not continue to exchange pleasantries in this regard; other members of the Demon Race reacted and erupted with their own power to attack Han Zhige.

There were powers of all kinds; Han Zhige could not be distracted and could only defend in all directions.

However, the humans there could not help at all.

It was not because they could watch Ye Ling and the others die directly, but because at this moment, the most agitated one was not a human, but the Tree Demon God Busong, who had just attacked Ye Ling and the others first.

At this moment, the Tree Demon God Busong roared: "Stop attacking!"

"Do not launch any more attacks! Stop, stop, all stop!"

His voice, along with the diffusion of Spiritual Power, resounded throughout Yulong Pass. At this moment, the entire Yulong Pass was filled with his roars.

But how could the Demon Race listen to him? Let alone that he was only the twentieth Demon God; even if the top ten Demon Gods had come, they would still fight when they should fight and charge when they should charge.

They did not recognize Leng Xiao, but they only knew that humans dared to offend them, so killing them was the end of it!

Just kill everything!

Kill crazily!

Just fight and kill!

It was just useless.

Sensing this, Busong was furious!

"Fine, fine, fine, defying me?"

"If it were other matters, so be it, but if it is this matter, then you are courting death!"

Busong's face was livid, his cultivation base did not stop, and the Spiritual Power on his body turned into an arrow released from a bow, instantly rushing toward the positions of those disobedient Demon Race members. In an instant, endless strange auras surged, turning into dazzling radiance, instantly suppressing them from above.

With swords piercing their bodies, more than three Ninth Rank Demon Race members were injured, ten Eighth Rank Demon Race members fell, and several Seventh Ranks died.

Once this scene appeared, the whole field was shocked. Whether human or Demon Race, at this moment, all were staring blankly, looking at Busong in front of them, their eyes extremely dull, seemingly wanting to know what he was doing.

How could this supreme commander of the Demon Race army this time, the twentieth pillar Tree Demon God Busong, actually turn against his own side in the middle of battle? This was too outrageous! And Busong was panting heavily, his eyes scarlet. He did not dare to step forward, like a frightened cat, his hair standing on end, staring fixedly at Ye Ling, and growled in a low voice: "Hand her over to me!"

Busong naturally had no other feelings for Leng Xiao.

However, the importance of Leng Xiao far exceeded so-called other feelings. Others might not know, but as a Demon God of the top twenty pillars, how could Busong not know?

According to Busong's understanding, the Moshenhuang Fengxiu had only one pair of children, namely Abao and Leng Xiao, who were the Crown Prince and Eldest Princess of the Demon Race.

The future Demon God Emperor had long had an absolute result within the Demon Race, which was that Abao who had established absolute prestige among the Demon Race.

Currently, this Moshenhuang Fengxiu was only seven hundred years old, at the peak of the Demon God Emperor, but he had been sterilized and would absolutely never have other children in this life.

And who could guarantee that Abao would definitely be able to grow up in the future? There had been precedents of Demon God Crown Princes dying young before.

And Leng Xiao, this reserve Demon God Emperor, was crucial.

Don't look at her as just a mere Third Rank.

Her true value far exceeded all the Demon Race armies at this Exorcist Pass, far exceeded him, the Tree Demon God Busong! It could even be said that among all the Demon Gods of the Demon Race, if one were to compare value with her, perhaps only the Demon Gods of the Sun, Moon, and Star pillars could do so.

All others were inferior.

The Tree Demon God Busong was very clear about his own cognition. Although he was ranked as the twentieth pillar Demon God and enjoyed boundless power within the Demon Race, he understood where all his power came from.

He was just a dog of the Moshenhuang Fengxiu; he could give it to him, and he could also take it back.

However, Ye Ling did not care about the roaring of the Tree Demon God Busong. After Han Zhige put away his Epic Shield, which was on the verge of shattering, they walked step by step toward the position of the Human camp.

As they were nearly there, looking at the countless seniors before them covered in blood, they were all exhausted, yet their eyes were filled with the brilliant light of hope, even though some of them had long since become disabled in the battle. But they were still fighting to protect Exorcist Pass, to protect the Holy Alliance, and to protect the Human race!

Seeing this, Ye Ling felt a pang of sorrow in his nose. He raised both hands with force and struck his right fist against his left chest, performing an extremely standard Knight salute.

Everyone hurriedly returned the salute, their gazes toward Ye Ling growing increasingly appreciative.

After the salute, Ye Ling walked straight to the front of Long Xingyu, performed the Knight salute once more, and said in a voice that was not loud: "Knight Ye Ling, having not failed the mission, has completed the task issued by the Hall Master and brought back the Demon Princess Leng Xiao!"

The voice was loud, and at this moment, everyone—whether exhausted or filled with hot-blooded passion—was completely sobered.

Especially Long Xingyu; already at the end of his tether, he was instantly stirred. He stared fixedly at Ye Ling. He did not doubt him; he knew very well that his disciple would not joke at a time like this.

So, he had truly brought back the Demon Princess.

The previous pain seemed to have been rewarded at this moment. He sent a Transmission of Sound: "Stand behind me."

Ye Ling said a few words to Cai'er, then stood to the side in front of Long Xingyu. As for Cai'er, she stood half a step away, keeping her eyes fixed on Ye Ling and Long Xingyu.

Leng Xiao's face was ashen. She stayed where she was. It was over, it was over, it was truly over.

This time, she had truly lost face to the extreme.

The dignity of the Heaven-Defying Demon Dragon had been thoroughly discarded by her; it was true. From ancient times to the present, there had truly never been an instance of a member of the Heaven-Defying Demon Dragon Royal Clan being captured by a Human.

And now... she had done it.

However, Long Xingyu did not look at her. He naturally knew what Ye Ling's behavior just now was: it was pushing all the attention onto himself, which was also the best way to protect him.

After all, Ye Ling could not stay by his side for his entire life.

If Ye Ling were to take credit for this, saying that he was the one who went to stir up trouble, then he could obtain terrifying military merit, as he had influenced the battle to break the pass! But he would also become the focus of the entire scene, and the main force of the Demon Race's retaliation would inevitably be them.

But if it were said that he was acting on his orders to resolve the matter, then the main force of the Demon Race's retaliation would not be them, but himself.

As a Divine Seal Knight, he was not afraid of this.

At this moment, Long Xingyu became even more satisfied with his disciple. This kind of behavior, completing self-protection in just a few words, was not often seen.

After thinking it through, he looked confidently toward the Demon Race in front of him, especially the Tree Demon God Busong who was roaring incessantly.

Busong was not deaf; he had naturally heard Ye Ling's words just now.

There are levels to the intelligence of Demon Gods, and compared to existences like the Moon Demon God, Busong's intelligence and depth of character were almost negligible.

He had completely believed Ye Ling's simple self-protection! Without a shred of doubt.

Busong was stunned.

Too disgusting! This person was truly too disgusting!

He had actually misled him like that just a moment ago! And now, actually...??

Damn it! Truly damn it!!! At this moment, Busong's eyes were scarlet, and he wished he could directly kill the Long Xingyu before him.

Well, but regardless of strength or restrictions, he did not dare.

"Long Xingyu, let her go! Or you will surely die!" He only dared to threaten.

"What, let this Demon Princess go, and then let you continue to kill us?"

"You have quite the nerve." Long Xingyu gave a disdainful smile.

Busong was so angry that the green skin on his face turned red, and there was a high possibility he would combust if things went wrong.

The Humans said nothing, only high-spirited, while the Demon Race also reacted, staring fixedly at Leng Xiao's position.

Sensing the Heaven-Defying Demon Dragon aura within, that was the Heaven-Defying Demon Dragon aura of His Majesty the Demon God Emperor!

They did not dare to act rashly, fearing that Leng Xiao would drop dead immediately.

And a few Heaven-Defying Demon Dragons who had followed along saw Leng Xiao in such a state and flew over in a rush, intending to save her.

But how could they possibly be a match for Sheng Yue, who was hidden in the shadows? This white-haired old man knew his great-granddaughter was also involved, so he was putting in the effort.

As for Leng Xiao, her face remained ashen, and she glared fiercely at Ye Ling with a sidelong glance.

This time, she was truly famous. No matter what the situation was in the future, both Humans and the Demon Race would remember her, Leng Xiao.

This was the first member of the Heaven-Defying Demon Dragon Royal Clan to be reduced to such a state!!! She even wanted to die to prove her resolve now, but alas, as soon as the thought appeared, that heart-wrenching pain surfaced as well.

Now she only wished to one day achieve success in her cultivation and trample Ye Ling fiercely under her feet—yes, in the true sense—to let him experience her pain! If there was any hope of returning this time, she was done playing... At this moment, the entire outcome of Exorcist Pass lay in this game of chess.

"Long Xingyu," the Tree Demon God Busong roared: "Are you not afraid of His Majesty the Demon God Emperor's great rage?"

It would have been fine not to mention the Demon God Emperor, but at the mention of the Moshenhuang Fengxiu, Long Xingyu thought of an unpleasant memory, and a flash of killing intent crossed his eyes: "Afraid?"

"As a Ninth Rank Ninth Level powerhouse, his strength is naturally above mine, but I wish I could kill him with my own hands! How could I fear him?"

"If he comes, I will still have the same result."

Long Xingyu continued in a deep voice: "It is already a fight to the death. Since it has reached this point, do you think it is possible to end it simply?"

Speaking of this, Long Xingyu turned his head to look at the damaged Exorcist Pass and the countless soldiers who had fallen in pools of blood without waiting for Leng Xiao's arrival.

This Divine Seal Knight, who had never shed a tear since the age of eighteen, had eyes that were already blood-red with grief. His Spiritual Power spread, and the Apocalypse and the Divine Seal Sword of Slaughter in his hand—a powerful Artifact—revealed its edge, pointing toward the front as he continued to threaten, cold light flashing.

It was evident that Long Xingyu was serious.

"You killed so many of our soldiers, and you want to just walk away like this?"

"And even take your princess away with a few words, then turn around and bite the Holy Alliance back? Isn't that thinking a bit too beautifully?"

"Either pay a sufficient price, or it is a fight to the death. The sons of my Holy Alliance have never feared death! As long as we can tear off the skin, flesh, and bones of you beasts!!!"

Once Long Xingyu said these words, the countless soldiers behind him also roared: "Fight to the final chapter, stop only at death!"

The sound was vast, and the entire Exorcist Pass was filled with this sound.

At this moment, even though the Demon Race was numerous, they could not help but feel panicked.

Compared to the unity of the Humans, the Demon Race was purely a scattered mess, and at present, they were simply being bullied.

And Busong also swallowed a mouthful of saliva, gritting his teeth as he said: "Fine, you propose the conditions!"

"This time... the Demon Race admits defeat."

(End of this chapter)