Chapter 1547: This fight is not right

As a mighty Emperor Sovereign of the Demon Race, when has this demon emperor ever been toyed with like this?

Among the Demon Race that venerates strength above all, any Demon Emperor can be said to have walked out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

They would rather die in battle than be looked down upon.

If they die in battle, at least they can say they died without shame to the name of Demon Race warriors.

But to be looked down upon like this, and moreover it's the enemy deliberately holding back, is obviously more painful than death.

So, facing Zhao Jie's deliberate holding back, this Demon Emperor's anger flared up like a volcanic eruption.

However, how dare a mere Space Pirate look down on it? If you have the ability, kill it.

So, this Demon Emperor's attacks became increasingly ruthless, disregarding consequences more and more.

Even later, it simply gave up defending, adopting the posture of 'come kill me if you can'.

Facing this Demon Emperor completely gone mad, Zhao Jie frowned, feeling somewhat helpless.

What's wrong with this guy? Can't we just fight for fun? Let you live a bit longer, and you're still not happy?

Right now, this Demon Emperor has completely gone mad, putting Zhao Jie under greatly increased pressure.

Moreover, there are many opportunities; if Zhao Jie wishes, he can directly inflict heavy damage on this Demon Emperor.

After all, this guy currently has no defense at all, fighting in this reckless, desperate manner; for Zhao Jie to deal with him is absurdly easy.

But Zhao Jie doesn't want to end the fight so quickly—he's just finished a bowl of rice; if he killed this Demon Emperor now, wouldn't the battle be over in an instant?

So Zhao Jie can only endure while dodging this Demon Emperor's frenzied attacks.

But the more Zhao Jie does this, the more frenzied the Demon Emperor becomes, its attacks growing increasingly unreasonable.

"Don't bully people too much."

While attacking, he still loudly cursed, "At this point, do you still want to humiliate yourself?"

It wasn't just Zhao Jie's side; elsewhere on the battlefield, many Space Pirates gradually caught on.

This battle can't end so quickly, otherwise how would we get to eat?

So the Space Pirates began, intentionally or not, to hold back—just to keep these Demon Race fed until they've had their fill.

With the Space Pirates' holding back, the battle situation mysteriously balanced itself for a time.

But this balance looked rather strange.

The Demon Race should have been at a disadvantage, yet now each one was launching frenzied attacks.

Meanwhile, the numerous Space Pirates and Haotu Shijie cultivators, who held the advantage, kept dodging and defending.

The Demon Race burned with rage, while the numerous Space Pirates and Haotu Shijie cultivators were thinking only about getting their meal.

Thus the two sides continued exchanging blows, and the battle situation remained as such.

Not only were the numerous Space Pirates thinking only about their meal, the Haotu Shijie cultivators were the same.

After all, the participants in this war were not just the Dao Yi Shengdi; cultivators from other sects of Haotu Shijie also found it difficult to enjoy a meal prepared by Ye Zhangqing on ordinary days.

Even the internal competition within the Dao Yi Shengdi is this fierce, let alone these outsiders.

If one could enjoy a meal made by Ye Zhangqing, they could brag about it for a whole year.

Moreover, as Haotu Shijie grows stronger, the Dao Yi Shengdi can often solve many problems.

These sects basically have no chance to take action.

Were it not for this massive Demon Race invasion, the Dao Yi Shengdi would not have mustered the full strength of Haotu Shijie.

They didn't even get the chance to step onto the battlefield, let alone eat.

Therefore, in a certain sense, these Haotu Shijie cultivators cherish this opportunity more than the numerous Space Pirates.

After all, those Space Pirates can still seize the Tiāndào Qìyùn to get a meal, but they have nothing.

Thus the two sides could be said to have hit it off immediately, reaching consensus without the slightest hesitation.

But this just made the Demon Race side explode with anger—they are Demon Race warriors, after all.

What are they, the Demon Race? They are one of the few major races in the Zhu Tian Wan Jie.

Among them exists an ancestor-level being.

Across the entire Zhu Tian Wan Jie, only a handful can be compared to the Demon Race.

But now they are being looked down upon by each little Haotu Shijie and a gang of Space Pirates.

This makes it hard for the numerous Demon Race to accept; they would rather die in a glorious battle than be toyed with like this.

This feeling makes the numerous Demon Race unable to accept it.

Too bad, whether Space Pirates or Haotu Shijie cultivators, they completely don't care about these.

What you Demon Race think is none of my business; I just focus on eating.

How long has it been since I last ate a meal made by Ye Zhangqing? Now that I have a rare chance, I must eat my fill.

Haotu Shijie cultivators also can't understand the Demon Race language; they just see the demons roaring back and forth.

They don't even know what the gibberish they're saying is.

The battle fell into a strange stalemate, while the Star Battleship where Ye Zhangqing is located can be described as extraordinarily lively, never having been quiet.

Those coming to eat arrive in batches; as one batch leaves, another arrives, with no break.

Outside, the Spirit Chef Alliance is lending a hand, while Ye Zhangqing and the three alliance leaders of the Spirit Chef Alliance are busy in the cabin.

Batch after batch of finished dishes are brought out as soon as they leave the pot.

Ingredients are being consumed rapidly, and Ye Zhangqing's wok spatula is worn down to the point of almost sparking.

"How long has the great battle been going on?"

While cooking, Ye Zhangqing asked, and upon hearing it, a Spirit Chef Alliance leader beside him replied.

"More than a day, Old Ancestor."

How is the battle situation?

"I heard it's still very intense."

"Another alliance leader replied, he had just gone to the deck and asked about the battlefield situation."

"The other party is the Sect Master of a sect from the Haotu Shijie side, he told him the situation is still a stalemate, the demon race's strength should not be underestimated, it's estimated that in a short while it's still hard to decide victory."

"But he also said Haotu Shijie definitely won't lose, just needs some time."

"He truthfully told Ye Zhangqing the news he had gathered."

"Upon hearing that, Ye Zhangqing felt something was off."

"Earlier he had seen the battlefield situation, plus there were many space pirates, the Haotu Shijie side obviously had the advantage."

"After more than a day, even if the battle hasn't ended, it's impossible to still be evenly matched."

"Those demon emperors can hold on, but what about those demon underlings? They must have been killed off in droves."

"Until now they're still anxious, how is this fight being fought?"

"This fight feels off."

"Ye Zhangqing whispered a sentence, suddenly a possibility came to mind, his expression turned somewhat strange."

"These guys wouldn't be deliberately letting up again, would they?"

"It's not like this hasn't happened before, and the current situation is just like that."

"In order to get a meal, everyone deliberately let up, intentionally dragging out so the battle wouldn't end."

"Thinking this, Ye Zhangqing's face darkened, you guys are just tired idiots, my pot ladle is already swinging and smoking, you still want to deliberately let up?"