Chapter 415

The aura merged together, terrifying beyond measure.

"Ernest and the others are sitting on the shore, watching the fire."

"We can only save ourselves."

"Otherwise, we'll all perish in the hands of that damned Thunder God."

The master of the divine realm.

A demonic demigod of the Eighth Transformation Realm spoke in a gloomy voice.

This was an Ifrit.

Rolling, scorching flames burned upon his body.

The air itself twisted.

"According to our three's discussion."

"We've decided to perform another blood sacrifice."

Another demonic demigod of the Eighth Transformation Realm spoke coldly.

This was a blade demon.

He bore four blade-arms, razor-sharp beyond compare.

"The target of this blood sacrifice."

"Is the Dragonkin clan."

"Each of you contributes three hundred thousand lower-tier demons."

The third demonic demigod of the Eighth Transformation Realm spoke hoarsely.

This demon wore a long black robe.

Hunched over, his face ancient, clutching a staff in his hand.

He looked.

As if he might collapse at any moment, his life nearing its end.

But—

All the demons present.

Including the two earlier-speaking Eighth Transformation demons.

Held deep dread for him, even—

A faint hint of fear.

"How many Dragonkin can they contribute?"

After a long silence.

A Seventh Transformation demigod finally spoke up.

"Thirty legendary Dragonkin."

"Two demigod-tier Abyssal Dragonkin."

The Eighth Transformation Ifrit said.

"When did the Dragonkin become so generous?"

Another Seventh Transformation demon exclaimed in surprise.

The twenty-six of them.

Each contributing three hundred thousand lower-tier demons.

That totals—

850 is seven million eight hundred thousand lower-tier demons.

Of course.

These three hundred thousand lower-tier demons.

Are not expected to be produced by one family alone.

Behind them.

Most still have clusters of Bai Yin demigod-tier demons.

Spread out among them.

Each family contributes little.

So they have no objections.

The Demon Lands have nothing in abundance.

Except demons!

"One of their Dragonkin's Golden demigods fell to the Thunder God."

The staff-wielding ancient demon grinned.

"So that's why."

The demons all understood at once.

They perform blood sacrifices upon the Infinite Abyss.

There are two methods.

One is random, relying on luck.

Sometimes, if luck favors them, the summoned demons are stronger.

But if luck turns bad, you might get nothing but lower-tier demons.

There is another method.

That is to sign a pact with the demon races within the Infinite Abyss.

By then—

The target of the blood sacrifice will be narrowed directly to this clan.

This clan will then fulfill the contract, serving your people's command.

Of course.

Even if the second method is used.

The materials for the blood sacrifice will still be stripped of a layer by the Endless Abyss.

Only half will remain.

"Go prepare."

"This time."

"Gather seven Half-God Demon believers and sixty-five Legendary Demon believers."

"In one battle..."

"Kill all the believers of the God of Lei Ting!"

"As long as his believers are wiped out."

"He will lose his tendrils, be unable to deal with us anymore, and can only slink back."

The Master of the Divine Domain revealed a ferocious grin.

The God of Lei Ting is too strong.

They also have self-awareness.

They know that even if their two Golden Half-Gods and over a hundred Bai Yin Half-Gods join forces.

They would probably still not be a match for the God of Lei Ting.

But—

They did not even expect to slay the God of Lei Ting.

As long as they slaughter all the believers of the God of Lei Ting.

They can drive the God of Lei Ting out of the Demon Lands!

Then destroy the teleportation magic array, and the crisis brought by the God of Lei Ting will be immediately resolved!

Hush—

Many demons revealed their killing intent, turned, and vanished.

They all went to prepare for the blood sacrifice.

No matter how great the cost.

As long as they can drive the God of Lei Ting out.

It is worth it!