Chapter 197: Ceasefire?

Dongzhou is becoming increasingly chaotic, and for Demonic Cultivators, the more chaotic it is, the happier they are.

Because this gives them an opportunity to rise again.

As this Demonic Cultivator's words fell, an extremely alluring voice sounded, and judging by their figure, even wearing a loose black robe could not hide that fiery physique.

"After enduring for many years, it's time for Dongzhou to change its master."

"Yes, those ordinary Humans are born only fit to be our blood food; it's laughable that the Orthodox Sects actually want to protect them."

"Ants should just be stepped on underfoot."

"Get the people below moving, seize cities, construct the Blood Sea; once the war between the two races ends, that will be the death date of those Orthodox Sects."

"Keke.........."

"Keke............"

That day, inside the Forbidden Land, Demonic Path Giants emerged one after another; the Dongzhou earth, already shrouded in war, now welcomed an even deeper darkness.

Numerous cities were captured by Demonic Cultivators.

Originally there were no strong guardians stationed; they had all been transferred to the frontline battlefields, and facing the surging Demonic Cultivators, the cities simply could not be defended.

Cultivators died in battle, Demonic Cultivators seized the cities, and ordinary people facing these Demonic Cultivators were nothing short of lambs awaiting slaughter.

An utterly ordinary city had dozens of Demonic Cultivators standing in the sky, looking down at the terrified crowd below, their faces all wearing mocking smiles.

"Keke, it's been a long time since I've seen so much blood food."

One of them spoke, and as the words fell, he reached out and sucked in; a seven- or eight-year-old girl was drawn right before him.

The girl cried out loudly in fear, and her sobs seemed to excite the Demonic Cultivator even more; he gently stroked her head with one hand.

"Not bad, exactly this expression—fear, terror—how wonderful."

As he spoke, a red light blossomed on his palm, and then the girl's body quickly turned into a desiccated corpse, her flesh and blood drained in just a few breaths.

He casually tossed the girl aside like trash, and a beautiful woman rushed out from the crowd, presumably the girl's mother.

She clung to the girl's corpse, weeping heart-wrenchingly.

"Alright, don't forget the orders from above; constructing the Blood Sea is urgent—let's begin."

Dozens of Demonic Cultivators joined forces, and the small town was quickly enveloped by a Blood-Colored Great Formation.

The formation's power continuously drew blood and flesh from the city's inhabitants; in less than a day, the entire city was utterly wiped out.

Their flesh and blood now gathered in the sky, resembling a bloody pool.

A city destroyed like this is still far from enough for the Demonic Cultivators.

To construct the Blood Sea, they need hundreds of millions of people.

"Come on, to the next place."

Without any obstruction from the great Sects, the Demonic Cultivators could simply take whatever they wanted, acting without restraint.

In northern Dongzhou lies a great city named North City; it is the largest city in the north and can be said to be the center of the entire Northern Border.

At this moment, North City has already been breached by a host of Demonic Path Giants.

Although there are Sect experts stationed here, with defenses far stronger than other cities, they still cannot withstand the assault of the Demonic Cultivators' many Demonic Path Giants.

At this moment, inside the North City Lord's Mansion, more than ten Demonic Path Giants have gathered together.

Someone held a woman in their arms, smiling as they teased her, but the next second they struck ruthlessly, directly draining her flesh and blood completely.

Then they casually tossed her aside; the halls were already filled with desiccated corpses.

Others leisurely raised a cup, but the cup held not fine wine, but fresh red blood.

The entire hall was a scene of demonic revelry, horrifying to behold, like a hell on earth.

In just a few short days, North City has already seen hundreds of thousands killed, all at the hands of the Demonic Cultivators.

"Old Undying, I heard you broke through yesterday?"

"Haha, with so much blood food, a breakthrough is natural; after a thousand years, I finally taste the delight of blood food again."

"Haha, that's right; once the Blood Sea is complete, we can all advance further, and then we will surely slaughter those Orthodox Sects, leaving not even a chicken or dog."

"They're locked in battle with the Demon Race; by then they'll be spent arrows, so there's nothing to worry about."

"The Demon Race has really helped us out this time."

This feeling of no longer needing to hide or cower in the Forbidden Land made them thoroughly enjoy themselves, lifting their brows and exhaling with pride.

By now, the Demonic Cultivators have finally risen to their feet.

Look at Dongzhou today—Demonic Cultivators are seen everywhere; this is proof of the Demonic Path's rise, while the Orthodox Sects have become a thing of the past.

They have been waiting for the war between the two races to end, so they can wipe out those Orthodox Sects in one fell swoop.

But little do they know, at this very moment the strong cultivators of the Human Race and Demon Race on the various frontlines have formally begun peace talks.

At the Huling Battlefield, Qi Xiong had just finished negotiations with the Tiger Demon King.

The Human Side's terms were that the Tiger Race cede one hundred thousand li of the Huling Mountain Range to become Human territory, and in addition, countless spiritual fruits as compensation.

For such a demand, the Tiger Race naturally disagreed; the appetite was too great, especially the one hundred thousand li of the Huling Mountain Range.

You must know that territory is like this—if you give it away, it's equivalent to compressing your own living space.

Human cultivators need resources, and the Demon Race naturally needs resources too; the one hundred thousand li of the Huling Mountain Range represents an astronomical amount of resources.

Thus the two sides have been tugging back and forth, with the Tiger Race insisting they can only give fifty thousand li of the Huling Mountain Range.

For now there is no result, but the returning Qi Xiong saw Jueying rushing over.

"Those Demonic Cultivators are getting more and more arrogant."

The movements of the Demonic Cultivators are naturally seen by the great Sects, but they simply haven't had the time to deal with them for now.

But that doesn't mean the great Sects have taken no action; hearing Jueying's words, Qi Xiong said coldly.

"Are the positions all confirmed?"

It has been under surveillance all along.

Good, these rat-like fellows—normally you couldn't find them even if you looked, but this time they all jumped out; it's actually a good opportunity to catch them all in one net, Wu Shou.

Shī xiōng.

Tell the Zhi Hu Demon King, the sixty-thousand Huling mountain range—this is my bottom line; if you agree, we'll call a cease‑fire.

It's also time to deal with those rats; wanting to rise while the two races are at war—dream on.

Although Qi Xiong also thought it strange why the Demon Race suddenly sued for peace, for all the sects this is indeed the best outcome.

The news spread; a day later, the Tiger Race agreed to Qi Xiong's demand, and both sides called a cease‑fire.

Many Demonic Cultivators, who had been smiling and looking forward to a bright future, were completely unprepared when they heard the news of the two races' peace talks.

In the Northern City, the leading figures of the Demonic Path wore the look of having eaten shit at this moment and roared in anger.

"What? Peace talks? Damn it, you dare lie to me? We've only just left the Forbidden Land a few days—how could there be peace talks?"

"It's true; the Demon Race on the front has fully retreated, and all the sects have turned back."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible—how could the war between the two races just end with a talk?"

"Damn it, what's wrong with these Demon Race? They were fighting just fine—why negotiate? Did their brains get waterlogged?"