Chapter 85

Those fireballs slammed down fiercely.

The Thirteenth Prince saw that with the main gate of the Royal City as the center, an area of several hundred meters around it exploded instantly!

A massive amount of flame erupted, and the surroundings turned into a sea of fire!

Countless lion warriors were blown into the sky.

Even more lion warriors were burned alive.

When the flames dissipated, that section of the city wall, several hundred meters long, had already turned into ruins!

Even the massive stones that made up the city wall were blown apart, and many stones turned into magma, flowing on the ground.

This red magma looked even more shocking than blood.

The power of this strike left tens of thousands of lion warriors completely stunned.

In the heart of every lion warrior, a thick sense of despair arose.

This kind of attack was simply impossible for human power to resist!

Even if their Old Lion King were still here, he probably wouldn't have any way to deal with such an attack.

It would be good enough just to save himself!

"Thirteen, let’s surrender!"

Beside the Thirteenth Prince, one lion prince was already trembling all over.

After witnessing Sister Sister Mengying’s terrifying attack, that lion prince had almost peed his pants.

It was too terrifying!

If that strike had landed on them, their fate would not have been much better than those lion warriors there.

However, they thought that because they were lion princes, the enemy would definitely kill them first, but in fact, Sister Sister Mengying hadn't even noticed them.

Hadn't enough lion princes died already?

After the Old Lion King died, there was no one left in the entire lion tribe who could make Sister Sister Mengying take a second look.

They were just a few cowardly princes.

Of course, even if all the lion warriors surrendered, and these princes surrendered too, their fate would not be very good.

It could be said that their ending was already destined!

"That’s right, Thirteen, how can we fight this? Unless the god is truly willing to grant power—twenty-eight years ago, the Beast God’s wrath granted power to kill tens of thousands of enemies, allowing our lion tribe to secure victory—but the Beast God hasn't manifested a miracle in a long time, and our High Priest isn't here. We’ve lost this battle for sure!"

Another prince said this, and when he looked at the Thirteenth Prince, he realized that the Thirteenth Prince’s face was pale, and even his teeth were chattering!

The Thirteenth Prince’s cowardly nature had been completely scared out!

"Sur...render!"

The Thirteenth Prince said in a trembling voice.

"Lay down your weapons, surrender!"

As soon as the Thirteenth Prince spoke, the other three princes shouted one after another.

On the city wall, tens of thousands of lion warriors breathed a sigh of relief, threw down the weapons in their hands, and raised their hands.

"This is what it truly means to break a city alone!"

The Centaur Chief couldn't help but say when he saw this scene.

Deep within the lion tribe’s Royal City, there was an ancient temple.

This temple had been built for decades.

Inside the temple, the lion tribe’s High Priest was kneeling in front of an altar, muttering words.

He had actually fled back to the lion tribe’s temple.

But no one knew of his whereabouts.

At this moment, on that altar, a young lioness lay, with a knife plunged into her chest.

Clearly, the lion tribe’s High Priest was once again attempting to communicate with the Abyss Demon God.

At such a critical moment, the one he was seeking help from was actually the Abyss Demon God, not the Beast God the lion tribe worshipped!

Sacrificing to the Abyss Demon God did indeed yield significant gains.

But what the Abyss Demon God required was not ordinary things.

What they liked most were the souls on the Continent of Gods.

The purer the soul, the more they liked it.

The lion tribe’s High Priest had been here for quite a long time, but there had been no response from the other side.

"Rumor has it that the passage to the abyss will loosen in these few days, perhaps even crack open a seam. Is the timing still wrong?"

The lion tribe’s High Priest’s face showed confusion.

"Tsk tsk, sacrificing souls on the altar of a heavenly god, you lion have quite some guts."

Suddenly, a mental fluctuation arrived.

This mental fluctuation carried an incomparably cold aura.

Merely by sending a mental fluctuation over, it made the High Priest feel various negative emotions like cruelty, chaos, and weakness!

As expected of an Abyss Demon God!

It had come!

The lion tribe’s High Priest lowered his head and said: "Please, Demon God, grant me power."

"How much."

After the first fluctuation, the Abyss Demon God did not waste divine power to transmit more information but gave two concise words.

The bottom of the abyss where the Abyss Demon God resided was infinitely far from the Continent of Gods, and with the passage not yet fully opened, every extra word transmitted meant more consumption of divine power.

The lion tribe’s High Priest said: "Power capable of killing a sixth-rank Magus possessing Abyss Demon Flame and tens of thousands of warriors!"

"Abyss Demon Flame?"

In the Abyss Demon God’s mental fluctuation, there seemed to be a trace of surprise.

Then, his mental fluctuation was transmitted over again:

"Payment."

The lion tribe’s High Priest said: "That sixth-rank Magus’s soul is incomparably pure; I can sacrifice her soul to you."

"Not enough!"

The Abyss Demon God rejected him with two words.

The lion tribe’s High Priest gritted his teeth and added: "Five years of faith from a million lion tribe members."

"It seems you really did use the method of intercepting faith. Although the passage has loosened, I can at most transmit seventh-rank peak power over. Even with seventh-rank peak power, you cannot deal with the Abyss Demon Flame. Close your eyes, I will transmit a trace of consciousness over."

The Abyss Demon God agreed.

Immediately after, the Abyss Demon God’s mental fluctuation disappeared.

Only then did the lion tribe’s High Priest cut his finger and offer the blood onto the altar.

Using blood as a medium to establish a contract, the Abyss Demon God could then transmit power into him.

This contract was one-way; the Abyss Demon God could break the contract at any time, but the person making the sacrifice could not violate it in the slightest!

Dealing with an Abyss Demon God was not a fun thing.

Immediately after, the lion tribe’s High Priest felt a vast and grand power enter his body.

That was power belonging to the seventh rank!

And not just ordinary seventh-rank power; at the very least, it was seventh-rank peak!

The difference between the sixth rank and the seventh rank was only one rank.

But the gap in strength was growing larger.

Especially for a mage.

Even though the High Priest had been at the sixth rank for many years, he still felt that the power was incomparably vast, far surpassing his own!

Immediately after, a cold consciousness descended.

The High Priest instantly felt that he had lost control of his body.

However, he could still see, effectively becoming a bystander.

"Tsk tsk tsk, the aura of the Continent of Gods is truly fascinating, filled with delicious souls everywhere. Time is limited, let’s go, I will help you wipe out that army."

After speaking, the "High Priest" leaped toward the sky, actually flying directly into the air!