Chapter 95: What Does He, Morax, Have to Deserve This?

Chi's ambush failed, and the news was quickly sensed by the demons gods of Minlin and Lisha Outskirts.

Because Chi Long and the auras of those ten-plus water-attribute demon gods had vanished!

"Damn it! That bastard Chi! To fail at something like this!"

The demon god of Lisha Outskirts spat a mouthful of bloody foam, eyes filled with resentment.

Before them, although Long Wang Ruotuo's body bore wounds, the energy of the ley lines endlessly replenished him.

On the great earth, even Morax himself felt ashamed of his own endurance in battle compared to this!

Just now, a tremendous surge of energy had erupted from the direction of Guili Plains.

Even from where he was, in Dunyu Ridge, he could clearly feel the trembling of the earth!

Combined with the words spoken by those demon gods, Ruotuo could roughly guess what had happened at Guili Plains.

Jiang Yan, well done!

Ruotuo let out a savage laugh, watching the surrounding demon gods begin to harbor thoughts of retreat, as elemental power began surging rapidly around his body.

Under the shocked gazes of the surrounding demon gods, the four elements of thunder, fire, water, and ice once again manifested around Ruotuo's body.

Damn it all, what the hell are you, lasting this long!

The demon god of Lisha Outskirts roared furiously, forced to engage Ruotuo in battle.

Amid the thunderous roar of the battlefield, a faintly discernible furious bellow rang out:

"Ladies and gentlemen, none of you shall leave today!!"

Sea of Clouds, the surface churned with towering waves, declaring its own unrest.

Several stone ridges rose from the sea, countless rock spears jutting out at all angles in the water, their straight shafts exposed. Morax stood atop the shafts, a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, his gaze coldly fixed on the three battered demon gods opposite him.

"Oser, it seems your plan has failed!"

The corner of Morax's mouth curved slightly upward; he had felt the tremendous energy surge from Guili Plains very clearly.

At the same time, he received a divine transmission from Lady Guizhong and learned what had happened at Guili Plains.

Oser and the others exchanged glances, venomous hatred burning in every pair of eyes.

"That Chi! Truly more hindrance than help!"

Oser roared in fury, his eyes brimming with jealousy.

Morax could truly be called a child of destiny—his own strength was overwhelming, and his subordinates were a host of fierce generals.

Not only did he have Long Wang Ruotuo, a demon god of peak combat power, but even a Wood Spirit Immortal Lord who, in this battle alone, had single-handedly held off over twenty demon gods invading Guili Plains!

What does he, Morax, have to deserve this?!

In an instant, Oser's true form manifested—amid a skyful of watery shadows, a flood dragon appeared upon the sea.

"Morax! I will have you dead!"

"Hmph! Arrogance!"

Morax stepped onto a giant hand of rock and rose into the sky.

"Who exactly dies is still uncertain!"

With a raise of his hand, golden light suddenly flared across the heavens.

Countless long-gathered celestial stars, accompanied by a skyful of rock spears, smashed viciously toward the three demon gods.

The great battle erupted anew; the shockwaves from four peak demon gods clashing nearly shattered the very firmament.

As for Guili Plains, with demon gods like Chi Long retreating, this land gradually began to restore its order. Because of Chi Long's ambush, the area from the center of Guili Plains to Huazhou had been left in utter devastation.

Many common folk spontaneously organized themselves and began tidying up their homes.

Only those straight, deep sword scars seemed impossible to clear. The resentful will left behind by the deaths of over ten demon gods fused with the energy within the sword scars, achieving a strange equilibrium.

It prevented their spread, but at the same time, once the Seal of Scars was broken, the eruption of these ten demon gods' resentful will would leave not a single inch of Guili Plains capable of sustaining life.

The common folk only had to take one look to feel a chill run through their entire bodies.

In every one of their eyes shone a look of relief.

If this sword strike had not been dealt by their Immortal Lord, but by an enemy demon god instead, what fate would have befallen them?

Three days later, Jiang Yan slowly opened his eyes.

"Mm, fell asleep for no reason..."

Jiang Yan sat up, still a little groggy.

"You're awake!"

A pleasantly surprised voice came from beside him.

A blue-haired girl with two horns on her head and a delicate face sat at the bedside, looking at him with delighted surprise.

"Ah... it's Little Ganyu..."

"Mm, hurry and get up... eek!"

A scream rang out; before Little Ganyu could react, Jiang Yan had pulled her into his arms.

"Mm... don't want to get up."

Jiang Yan buried his head in Little Ganyu's Shi Laimu, muttering.

Little Ganyu's pretty face flushed red as she gently pushed at Jiang Yan's body.

"Stop messing around, everyone's waiting for you..."

"Don't want to get up..."

Jiang Yan refused to leave the "face-washing milk" before him.