Chapter 1000

Inside Tianhong Guan, from time to time, Human Race people worried about the battle situation also rushed over.

And seeing Shi Song standing on the city wall every day, these Human Race people who didn't understand felt admiration.

"Is this the Èr Zhǎnglǎo Shi Song senior from Dao Yi Shengdi?"

"Yeah, it's said that because of the previous great victory, the front line has been pushed forward, and Shi Song senior is garrisoning Tianhong Guan, but he still stands on the city wall every day, gazing into the distance, probably worrying about the battle."

"Our Human Race having this holy land, having this strong one, is a great fortune."

"Heaven blesses the Human Race."

While speaking, their eyes full of admiration, looking at this, it is indeed their Human Race's strong one, constantly worrying about the safety of the Human Race.

With such a strong one protecting them, what misfortune could the Human Race have? How fortunate.

However, hearing these people's words, passing disciples of Dao Yi Shengdi couldn't help but twitch the corners of their mouths.

You damn lot, have you misunderstood something?

If these people could see the drool hanging from Shi Song's mouth corner right now, they'd probably change their minds.

Shi Song damn well isn't worrying about any battle; now he can't even get ingredients, what the hell battle is there, a bunch of useless trash.

Cursing angrily in his heart, he also had no idea what these people were thinking.

In Shi Song's view, not being able to get ingredients makes one useless trash.

Every day he just waits bitterly, coming at sunrise and leaving at sunset, each day coming with hope and returning disappointed.

Shi Song was puzzled; how could getting ingredients be so hard? Isn't that something easy to obtain?

After holding Tianhong Guan for nearly ten days straight, that day Shi Song was still cursing on the city wall.

"Damn, how much longer until we can get ingredients? We damn aren't human, we damn don't just open our mouths to breathe, we damn aren't going to eat."

Shi Song was truly furious, and the surrounding Dao Yisheng Sect stewards and disciples, each one, dared not speak.

These past few days, Shi Song has been snapping at anyone he catches; going up to him now obviously makes him a punching bag for venting.

But just as Shi Song was cursing angrily, a steward suddenly exclaimed in delight.

"Èr Zhǎnglǎo, quick look, they're coming, they're coming..........."

"What are you looking at? What's coming? I damn now.......... huh..........."

While cursing, he turned his head toward the sound; the words he'd been saying stopped mid-sentence, the anger on his face visibly vanished, replaced by a bright smile.

"They've come, they've finally come, quick, open the gate, open the gate, haha."

Saying that, Shi Song had already strode toward the gate; after waiting so long, the ingredients had finally arrived.

Although Young Ye Zhangqing wasn't there, Tianhong Guan had specially left a leader of the Spirit Chef Alliance inside.

He could be considered the second-best Spirit Chef under heaven after Ye Zhangqing; although the gap is somewhat large, but after going without food for so many days, what need is there for a bicycle?

Seeing the ingredients finally arrive, Shi Song personally went out to greet them; the Talisman Seal transporting the ingredients happened to be Elder Tian Nong of Dao Yi Shengdi.

Seeing Tian Nong arrive with a lot of ingredients, Shi Song went forward excitedly and hugged him, tears streaming down his face.

"Junior brother, you've finally come; you don't know what kind of days I, your Shī xiōng, have been living lately—bitter, too bitter."

"All right, all right, junior brother has come; senior brother, be good, the front line did encounter some trouble, but it's all settled."

These ingredients are the spoils from the previous battle.

Tian Nong softly comforted Shi Song; with the ingredients, Shi Song finally felt alive again.

"Come on, follow me into the city; tonight we brothers will definitely not return until we're drunk."

"Everything will follow the senior brother's lead."

"Haha, good."

The arrival of the ingredients made Tianhong Guan up and down as if a long drought had met sweet rain; the originally lifeless Tianhong Guan tonight became extraordinarily lively.

The leader of the Spirit Chef Alliance also didn't waste words, prepared ample food, letting everyone eat their fill.

Next, because Human Race cultivators learned the Demonic Cultivators' concealment technique, the situation indeed reversed again.

That Demonic Cultivators could survive this long is indeed not without reason; this concealment skill of theirs can be described as miraculous.

Also unknown is how they practice Xiūliàn.

Also, many Demonic Cultivators in Zhongzhou don't know how these Human Race cultivators evaluate them now; otherwise they'd surely be angry and curse.

You damn say how we practice Xiūliàn? We're chased like dogs every day; if we damn can't practice Xiūliàn further, there must be a ghost.

It's like an ordinary person: you make yourself run, and put a tiger behind you to run; see how big the difference can be.

Nowadays, many Human Race cultivators increasingly grasp this concealment technique.

And those Demonic Race scouts seem to have completely lost their effectiveness.

At this moment in the Demon Realm, Bo Bo Ke seemed to have been instantly knocked back to his original form, because after a month's time, the Demonic Race seemed to have returned.

Casualties kept increasing, and likewise, as soon as they emerged from the Demon Cave they were surrounded, their retreat instantly cut off, leaving no reaction time.

Even though each time they first sent scouts to reconnoiter, and sent more and more, even with Bo Bo Ke personally acting, it still had no effect.

Joke, this Bo Bo Ke is entirely self-taught; put bluntly, it's a half‑learned wild way.

As for those Demonic Cultivators of the Human Race in Zhongzhou, they've put in effort over countless generations, endured countless failures, and accumulated precious experience bit by bit.

Can that be the same?

Bo Bo Ke's method is now completely useless against the Human Race; at this moment, the myriad Demonic Race Demon Gods looking at Bo Bo Ke fill their eyes with contempt again.

"Roar......... (Trash, you said your plan was foolproof; how do you explain it now?)"

"Roar........... (Bo Bo Ke, do you know that because of your incompetence, our Demonic Race has lost how many warriors?)"

"Roar roar.......... (Now the situation has returned to square one; what do you say we do?)"

Faced with the accusations of the many Demon Gods, Bo Bo Ke remained silent; it was also puzzled.

Why the hell did it suddenly stop working? At the start, wasn't it a sure thing every time?

The current situation has already surpassed Bo Bo Ke's understanding; it also has no way.

Seeing his silence, the many Demon Gods also fell into silence.

The most crucial thing right now is how to respond; if we keep going like this, aren't we just going back again?

But how can we break through these methods of the Human Race?

A Demon God spoke up at this time.

"Hahaha............ (Otherwise we could just break open another demon cave; taking them by surprise, the Human Race definitely wouldn't have time to prepare.)"

Still want to break open a demon cave? It's also because the Human Race isn't present; otherwise, given the nature of the old ancestors like Yun Xiantai, they probably wouldn't even need these Demon Gods' consent—they'd just raise their hands in approval themselves.

That sounds great, honestly; right now we have five demon caves, but frankly the efficiency is a bit insufficient—if we could have a few more demon caves, that would be even better.

I didn't expect there to also be a Crouching Dragon among the demon race; but as soon as those words were spoken, Bo Bo Ke, who had just been silent, immediately objected.

"Impossible."