Chapter 67: Complete Indemnity, the Fanaticism of the Seventh Pillar War-Crazy Demon God Anan

Busong is truly regretting it now.

He should have thought of it earlier; the Holy Alliance is not the same as the Demon Race.

The Holy Alliance is not a place where one person's word is law and everything can be suppressed by strength alone like the Demon Race; rather, it is a place where things can only be done after careful deliberation together.

Therefore, the fact that they were able to listen to these words of his was likely the result of a discussion.

And the fundamental reason is that they are not afraid of what the outcome will be if Leng Xiao is handed over to him.

Who would have thought!

This time he has fallen into a trap again! He died in his own greed, and this time it is even more miserable; the previous two batches of supplies were, in the final analysis, always a matter of normal negotiation, and although it would make the Demon Race bleed heavily, it belonged to a normal situation.

It was nothing more than him possibly getting scolded, or even his strength being greatly discounted.

After all, as a commanding general, such is fate, but it could always be justified.

Now it is different; this extra twenty percent, which is forty percent of the originally scheduled resources, is something that should not have existed, but because of his own tactical error in command, it has to be brought out.

This is entirely and absolutely counted on his head! This left Busong dumbfounded; just kidding, even if he converted the total value of himself and his tribe, he might not be able to get so many resources, so this is a bit difficult to handle.

Ye Ling did not care about Busong's thoughts, but instead urged his Spiritual Power and said indifferently: "Three days later, the Holy Alliance must see half the resources; one week later, the Holy Alliance must see one portion of resources; one month later, the Holy Alliance must see all of these two portions of forty percent resources."

"Otherwise what will happen, you and I both understand."

Ye Ling's expression was extremely indifferent; although he is the Child of Light, he is now keeping people at a distance, and he is not worried at all about Busong acting like a cornered dog, after all, he is very clear about the value of Leng Xiao.

The value of this Princess of the Demon Race, although not obvious in the short term, is several times more precious than these resources if she stays alive! "One month for all, isn't this a bit too much?" Busong said anxiously.

"When you attacked Exorcist Pass earlier, you didn't give us any chances either. Now you want us to give you a chance? Do you think that's possible?" Ye Ling smiled disdainfully.

As soon as the voice fell, he saw Long Xingyu behind him speak slowly: "Three."

The voice carried oppressiveness, suppressing toward the Busong in front of him, instantly leaving him dumbfounded and frantic.

Ye Ling also looked at his teacher with some surprise; good for you, you thick-browed and big-eyed Divine Seal Knight, you are actually so black-bellied, knowing that even when he pitted Huang Shuo in the future Battle of Zhen Nan Guan, he at least counted down from ten.

You started directly from three.

Truly ruthless.

"Two." Han Zhige followed these words, stepped forward, and spoke slowly.

Every time a word was called out, the painful purple patterns appearing on Leng Xiao's body became a bit stronger; whether she was in more pain is hard to say, but on the surface, it certainly looked that way.

Busong had already collapsed; the brain of a Ninth-Rank Powerhouse thinks very fast, but now his brain had completely shut down. If he were not a Ninth-Rank, such great pressure would likely have been enough to stress him until his blood vessels burst and he died. But the arrow was on the string and had to be fired, so he roared: "Fine, I agree."

"According to what you said, half a portion within three days, one portion within seven days, and all delivered within one month."

"But you must end this restriction on the Princess, otherwise it cannot be delivered into your hands!"

Ye Ling smiled: "That is natural. What we used is a new type of hidden weapon from the Assassin Temple; in as short as one month or as long as one year, it will naturally be lifted."

"However, I am not afraid of you knowing that its core is on the heart, but don't you harbor any delusions of finding an opportunity to remove it. I can say this: even if the Demon God Emperor comes in person, he cannot stop it from self-destructing before it is removed. At that time, it will be none of our business, and you will be fully responsible, oh."

Hearing this, raging flames appeared in the depths of Busong's eyes; he had the heart to kill Ye Ling right now, but he eventually paused, his face full of resentment.

Then he snorted coldly, stepped back, and bowed to Leng Xiao with clumsy etiquette: "It is my fault that the Princess has suffered such pain, and I hope the Princess will forgive me."

Having endured that heart-piercing pain, her eyes became very cold, and looking at Busong, she said slightly angrily: "You shouldn't have saved me, and you shouldn't have immediately gone to break this promise after saving me, and even after I stopped you, you didn't stop."

Busong, who had originally wanted to receive praise, was stunned.

No, what did I pay this price for this time? Such terrifying resources, I don't want to give them either! Isn't it all for you? You are saying this now!!! This time I, bah, this subordinate is truly going to fall. I just hope that His Majesty the Demon God Emperor can spare my life for the sake of me saving you, and keep this position of the Twentieth Pillar Tree Demon God.

Otherwise, everything is over. "Yes, I will strictly follow the Princess's teachings." He did not dare to continue speaking with Leng Xiao; he would be angered to death, but he still did not dare to say much more.

Pleasing neither side.

He took a step back and looked at those Demon Race members.

Those Demon Race members had red eyes; they did not dare to speak, and those who dared to speak had just been killed directly by the Tree Demon God's subordinates.

Those with high intelligence also understood the value of Leng Xiao and did not even dare to make a sound, including the few surviving Demon Gods and that Ninth-Rank Star Demon, who did not dare to make any sound.

Even though they were extremely unwilling.

They had indeed had their fill of killing in the battle just now.

But now the indemnity was indeed paid to their fill. Busong did not think too much and shouted: "Retreat."

However, just as this sentence fell and the soldiers of the Holy Alliance intended to celebrate.

All the existences present could perceive that the space here was somewhat distorted, and a touch of killing intent and thick, surging battle intent were constantly twisting at this moment.

That terrifying pressure erupted directly, and everyone could feel a tightness in their chests and a frantic battle intent.

If it weren't for the fact that this battle intent was not aimed at everyone, but only at Long Xingyu, they would likely have been finished.

"Long Xingyu, I have finally found you."

"My killing intent has locked onto you; this moment is the time for a decisive battle!"

As soon as the voice fell, a crimson vortex appeared in the sky, from which walked out a sturdy man over two meters tall, with a terrifying crimson Demon God Pillar behind him; that Demon God Pillar was at the level of the ultimate Sub-Artifact.

And this figure also possessed the powerful strength of a Ninth Rank Fifth Level! Falling from the sky at this moment, even without deliberately erupting, it was enough to make people feel the invincible intent on him, enough to make everyone fear him from the bottom of their hearts.

"Ah, Anan!" Some of the powerful Holy Alliance experts present knew of this person's existence and began to tremble from the bottom of their hearts.

This person is not simple!

He is not someone that the mere Tree Demon God Busong can compare to.

You must know, this is the Seventh Pillar War-Crazy Demon God Anan, who is enough to rival the Fourth to Sixth Pillars!

He is a complete, absolute madman.

Once he decides to fight, even the Star Demon God or Moon Demon God cannot stop him; I am afraid only the Moshenhuang Fengxiu can take action in person? But now? How is that possible? At this moment, a touch of pressure returned to the hearts of the humans.

The Tree Demon God Busong was ecstatic; Anan never participates in wars, and the Moshenhuang Fengxiu does not care about this, but if his appearance is to fight Long Xingyu, perhaps it cannot change this result, but the current Long Xingyu absolutely cannot be Anan's opponent! Then, Long Xingyu will surely die!

There is no second possibility.

If Long Xingyu does not die, Busong will just find a place to jump off.

Long Xingyu himself thought the same.

The next moment, light surged on the throne, turning into a staircase calling out to Long Xingyu; this was Long Xingyu's own operation, and he intended to enter the throne at any time.

"Damn it, I was too hasty just now; I unleashed the power of the throne to its absolute limit."

Long Xingyu felt very helpless inside.

It was not easy to resolve all of this, but Anan has arrived, and now things are difficult to handle; Anan's strength is not something that the Tree Demon God Busong can compare to.

However, Long Xingyu was also unconcerned; his appearance this time would not affect this war, and it was impossible for Anan to care about this matter.

But as long as he went to fight him, if possible, and determined a result, then Anan would leave directly.

He would not interfere in the war; at least for these past few hundred years, except for the absolutely necessary Autumn Offensive, Anan would not participate.

But Long Xingyu knew very well that if he were at his peak, it would be fine, but the current him would absolutely not be a match for Anan, absolutely impossible! Anan would not hold back, which meant that this place might become his burial ground.

Long Xingyu sighed inwardly and turned his head to look at his disciple Ye Ling beside him, intending to say something, but at this moment he discovered that his disciple Ye Ling did not have any fear.

Instead, he was looking at the War-Crazy Demon God Anan with a fanatical face, his eyes scarlet, and the power of light and slaughter was constantly gathering around him.

"War-Crazy Demon God Anan?" Ye Ling looked at Anan, murmuring to himself.

These past few days, Ye Ling's spirit had been completely highly concentrated and tense, and having experienced countless life-and-death battles, countless insights had appeared in his heart.

These insights would feed back into himself after he calmed down to cultivate.

But after seeing the War-Crazy Demon God Anan, under that terrifying pressure of Spiritual Power, the ambition of Ye Ling, the Child of Light and Six-Winged Angel, was also ignited, and his body and the Light Spiritual Power within him were constantly erupting, instantly causing Ye Ling to enter a profound state.

The Spiritual Power within his body surged continuously, attracting the Spiritual Power from the outside world.

All insights wandered in his heart, guiding the surrounding Spiritual Power into his body.

However, it was hard on the Moon Bright Canghai Spiritual Stove within his body.

Originally, the Moon Bright Canghai Spiritual Stove was still recuperating there, but because Spiritual Power entered the body, it had to hurry up and get to work: "This brat is really finding work for me to do."

All of a sudden, after countless majestic Spiritual Power entered his body, layers of terrifying radiance emerged, instantly causing the Spiritual Power level within Ye Ling to begin to rise.

Starting from Third-Tier Second-Level.

Third Rank Third Level.

Third Rank Fourth Level.

Third Rank Fifth Level.

Third Rank Sixth Level.

All of a sudden, Spiritual Power surged and broke through to three hundred points, oh no, three hundred and thirty points; a powerful Third Rank Sixth Level Knight had completely appeared at this moment.

Mellow Light Spiritual Power combined with the comprehended slaughter Spiritual Power, constantly condensing intense radiance around his body.

Although a mere Third Rank Sixth Level could be suppressed with a flip of a hand, that weak yet extremely pure Light Spiritual Power and slaughter power instantly caused Anan to pay attention.

"Oh? Interesting?" Anan looked sideways at Ye Ling, his voice echoing.

This scene happened to be noticed by Long Xingyu, who was immediately shocked, letting Han Zhige protect from the front, while the Spiritual Power on his body rotated, instantly leaping high and falling onto the Divine Seal Throne of Apocalypse and Slaughter.

The body of the throne entering his body actually made Long Xingyu feel much more comfortable.

"Anan, what do you want to do?" Long Xingyu growled.

"What a pity." After a long while, Anan shook his head.

"A pity?" Long Xingyu did not understand.

Their conversation could only be heard by the two of them; this was brought about by the domain aura of the two powerhouses, shielding everything around them.

Anan said indifferently: "It is a pity that this junior Knight of yours is only Third Rank; he appeared too late."

"If he were Ninth Rank, then he would absolutely be a better enemy than you."

Hearing this, Long Xingyu was stunned.

He was quite speechless.

But he was also very proud.

This Third Rank Knight who made his lifelong enemy feel this way from the heart was his disciple! It was the disciple he had been cultivating all along.

However, at this time, Long Xingyu's body was suffering from the excessive tension just now, causing pressure to grow, and his whole body was becoming increasingly difficult to manage; he took a few long breaths, and his body could not quite bear it.

"What is wrong with you?" Anan did not understand.

But after checking Long Xingyu's body, he suddenly frowned: "This Autumn Offensive is so severe that even you have such a level of injury."

"If you were not a Divine Seal Knight, but an ordinary Ninth Rank Third Level Holy Knight, you would be dead by now, right?"

Long Xingyu: "."

I thank you very much.

"Forget it, summon that disciple of yours up; I have something to do." Anan suddenly lost all fighting spirit; he wanted a hearty battle, but bullying a Long Xingyu who was like a waste was not his idea.

"What do you want to do?" Long Xingyu immediately became solemn, wanting to forcibly increase his power.

But he saw Anan reply: "I have no interest in killing him as he is now."

"I just want to see his potential; if possible, then in the future I might even be able to complete a battle I have dreamed of since I was born!"

Speaking of this, his eyes were somewhat fanatical.

Although he was not old, only about three hundred years old, for these three hundred years he had been living for a battle.

This was the reason why he had always been looking for Long Xingyu to fight.

And Long Xingyu also knew this clearly; it had been nearly ten years since he became a Divine Seal Knight, and he had been fighting Anan all along, so he knew him very well and knew that this old rival would not lie.

After checking that there was no problem, he lifted his hand slightly, and Ye Ling was pulled by the light of the Divine Seal, instinctively letting go of his own restrictions, and instantly arrived on the Divine Seal Throne of Apocalypse and Slaughter; the Divine Seal Throne of Apocalypse and Slaughter and the Seventh Pillar War-Crazy Demon God Pillar, the two strongest Artifacts on the Holy Demon Continent in the path of pure combat, Ye Ling existed between them.

With his strength, he could not truly comprehend the core of these two great Artifacts, but instinctive comprehension was completely fine; nowadays, boundless Light Spiritual Power and slaughter Spiritual Power were constantly circling around him, flashing with dazzling radiance.

Although he did not break through directly, the fiery light in Anan's eyes became deeper and deeper.

"Good!"

"I did not come in vain this time! This kid, although he is not as good as you, Long Xingyu, in the pure path of slaughter."

"But the Light Source on his body and that combat ability are far above you, Long Xingyu!"

"Hahahaha! Could it be that I really have a possibility of completing that moment?!" Anan laughed inwardly, as if he had seen something, feeling very satisfied.

Then he looked at Long Xingyu: "Long Xingyu, you and I shall fight again in the future!"

"I will not take your life for now; you still have great use."

Hearing this, Long Xingyu's mind paused, and he was somewhat dazed.

This Anan? Could it be?

Anan continued: "Moving forward, even if you don't take this Knight as your disciple, you must at the very least cultivate him and have him hurry to inherit your mantle!"

"Otherwise, after I kill you in a few years, I will have no opponents left."

"But with him, I can kill you with peace of mind; there is no one more suitable than him to be my next opponent!!!"

Long Xingyu: "."

He was truly dumbfounded.

"Is there a possibility that this child is already my disciple?"

(End of this chapter)