Chapter 183: Hey hey, it turns out I can't move

Unaware of the changes on the demon race's side, Qi Xiong had already led the numerous experts of the Dao Yi Sect to various parts of Dongzhou.

Moreover, evacuation work had long begun for the ordinary humans around the battlefield, relocating them to places far from the battlefield.

Otherwise, these ordinary people with no cultivation would, once slightly caught in the battle's aftermath, likely vanish in an instant.

Within Dongzhou, the territories of the human race and the demon race are actually not a single whole but are intricately interwoven; consequently, once a war between the two races erupts, the entire Dongzhou becomes a battlefield everywhere.

Therefore, the Dao Yi Sect needs support in many places, each peak must separate, and Qi Xiong directly led people to the Huling battlefield.

Looking from afar, more and more demon beasts were gathering together in Huling, and Qi Xiong frowned tightly.

"These beasts truly intend to provoke a war between the two races."

"Things have come to this; there is only one battle left."

"Not bad."

The battle stood poised to erupt at any moment; meanwhile, among the so-called Eight Forbidden Lands, some demonic cultivators hidden there were likewise monitoring the situation in Dongzhou.

In Dongzhou, demonic cultivators can be said to be figures everyone shouts at, like rats crossing the street.

The main reason is still their cultivation method.

Cultivation emphasizes aptitude, what people commonly call spiritual affinity; thus not everyone has the qualification to cultivate, and it can even be said that among ten thousand people there may not be one whose aptitude meets the standard.

But longevity can be said to be something everyone wants; who wouldn't want to live a bit longer?

And demonic cultivators are born this way, through some heretical paths, allowing those without talent to also pursue longevity, though the price is falling into demonhood.

The cultivation methods of the demonic path are all extremely evil; drinking human blood and sacrificing children are just small scenes, and slaughtering cities on a whim is commonplace.

Moreover, the most terrifying aspect of the demonic path is its ability to erode a person's mind; even a kind-hearted old person who falls into the demonic path will gradually become a demonic leader.

To achieve their goals, they spare no means; to break through their cultivation, they can even sacrifice millions of lives just to help themselves advance.

Therefore, from ancient times, the demonic path and the righteous path have been incompatible; after countless battles, the righteous path ultimately gained the upper hand, forcing the demonic path to hide in the shadows and wait for an opportunity.

And now, the impending war between the two races appears to be an opportunity for the demonic path, so many demonic cultivators are paying attention to this great war.

One of the Eight Forbidden Lands, inside a black great hall, several black-robed figures sat together in a circle.

"The war between the two races is about to begin; this is a once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity."

"Not bad; when the time comes and they both suffer losses, we will seize the moment to strike out and wipe out those hypocrites of the righteous path in one fell swoop."

"Jie jie.......... With the war underway, countless blood and flesh, our cultivation can increase again."

"Closely monitor the war, always ready to act."

These demonic cultivators intend to pick up a bargain.

In short, whether it is the righteous path or the demonic path, the human side is actively preparing for the war.

Unbeknownst to them, the demon race had already changed its strategy; although its posture looks ready to fight, in reality it never intended to act.

At least before the great formation at Jinhai is broken, they cannot possibly act.

Each side harboring its own thoughts, for a moment the atmosphere in Dongzhou became extremely tense; everyone felt this, as if the whole Dongzhou were shrouded in war's dark clouds, making it hard to breathe.

Compared to Dongzhou, the situation inside the Jinhai camp is completely different.

"Holy shit, this stir-fried snail meat is delicious."

"Delicious."

"Old fool, put down my snail shell."

"What do you mean your snail shell? We already agreed the snail shell is mine."

"I killed the ingredients with my own hands; why should they be yours?"

"Laughable, that hook was still thrown out by me."

The disciples of Divine Sword Peak were eating with great enjoyment; after Hong Zun and Qing Shi finished, they quarreled over the ownership of the snail shells to the point of being unable to stop.

The atmosphere was extremely lively; of course, all this only holds true if we ignore the angry glares of the water clan demon kings outside the formation.

Watching helplessly as the snail king was eaten clean by the crowd of Divine Sword Peak, the eyes of the water clan demon kings turned completely red; were it not for the formation blocking them, they would absolutely not hesitate to charge in and kill these humans.

Bullying the demons too much, indeed bullying them too much; what's more excessive is that damn, this aroma is really fragrant.

Although knowing they shouldn't, the few water clan demon kings nearest, through the formation's entrance, still smelled that aroma which they could hardly bear.

For a moment, saliva uncontrollably flowed down, and those few demon kings angrily slapped themselves hard across the face.

"Damn, that's your companion; how could you have such a thought?"

Under such a double blow and torment, the demon kings became ever more furious, their eyes redder, even glowing, which somewhat resembled the feeling when the Divine Sword Peak disciples' eyes turn red.

These water clan demon kings were not unfamiliar to him either; after all, having observed them through the formation for several days, Ye Zhangqing's heart also felt no particular resentment.

While everyone was eating, Ye Zhangqing idly carried a large tea vat to the formation's front, looking through the formation at the ferocious, grit-toothed water clan demon kings.

Their number is not small, but they are just not very effective.

And among them, nearly twenty demon kings have been using demonic power to manipulate the bone nails to break the formation.

Looking at those demon kings manipulating the bone nails, Ye Zhangqing's brows slightly furrowed, as if he suddenly noticed something.

Speaking of which, since those bone nails appeared, those twenty demon kings have not moved at all, right?

Even though Hong Zun and the others had previously slain two snail kings, they still did not move, at most merely opening their mouths to curse a few times.

Why would they remain completely motionless?

His gaze unconsciously fell on the bone nails; those huge bone nails remained firmly nailed to the formation, demonic power swirling around them.

Looking at the bone nails, then at those twenty demon kings, Ye Zhangqing gradually formed a suspicion in his heart.

"Junior Brother Changqing, what are you thinking about?"

Just then, Xu Jie, having finished his meal, walked over and put an arm around Ye Zhangqing's shoulders, laughing.

Hearing this, Ye Zhangqing didn't think much and replied.

"I'm thinking these bone nails seem unable to break the formation on their own; they must be manipulated by a demon king, and once there is no demon king, these bone nails should be useless."

"Not bad, Young Master Changqing is right; this old man also noticed that."

As the words fell, Zhang Tianzhen, who had arrived behind at some unknown time, laughed and took over the conversation; beside him, Hong Zun and Qing Shi were also there.

It's actually not strange that Zhang Tianzhen could notice these; Ye Changqing continued.

But since these bone nails must be controlled by the Demon King, in this process, can these Demon Kings move? Anyway, I seem never to have seen them move before; no matter what happens, it seems impossible to break the control over the bone nails.

Huh???

Having heard Ye Changqing's analysis, everyone turned their gazes toward the outside of the Formation, those twenty Demon Kings controlling the bone nails.

It seemed as if he was recalling something, and the expression in his eyes gradually changed.