Chapter 981: Having Endured Countless Hardships

The three alliance leaders of the Pill Master Alliance turned their heads and glanced at the utterly ordinary little courtyard behind them, and all three couldn't help but shiver.

This extremely ordinary little courtyard now looked, to the three of them, like a man-eating beast.

As for the many Pill Master Alliance elders standing nearby, seeing their alliance leaders in such a state, they each secretly shook their heads.

These alliance leaders are probably finished.

Not only the Pill Master Alliance, but also the Talisman Master Alliance, Formation Master Alliance, and Artifact Master Alliance—their alliance leaders were all in a similarly ruined state.

The forefathers, just to get a bite of demon god ingredients, have truly ceased to act like humans.

Not only are they harsh on others, they are even harsher on themselves, without limit.

As leaders of the Five Alliances, they had never experienced such treatment; just thinking about it sends chills down one's spine.

Is it really worth it just for a mouthful of food............

The same goes for the demonic side as well.

After such a long time of fighting, the demonic race is like a deflated balloon, the ferocity in their hearts having mostly dissipated.

Before their descent, the demonic race was full of confidence, believing they could easily slaughter the entire Haotu World.

At that time, all the myriad races surviving in the Haotu World would be nothing but food for the demonic race.

But damn it, after they actually descended into the Haotu World, the demonic race realized they were wrong—everything was completely mistaken.

What bloody nonsense about cleansing the Haotu World—everything had reversed, and it was they, the demonic race, who ended up being blood-washed.

At first it was only some ordinary demonic beings, which wasn't much, after all, with the Demon Cave there, demonic reinforcements kept coming endlessly.

This still didn't harm the demonic race's foundation.

Later, as casualties grew larger, these demonic beings became ever more frenzied, but that was still tolerable, since the demonic race could endure it.

To seize the Haotu World, paying this price was not unacceptable.

I thought that would be it, but who knew that a month ago, those humans opposite seemed to have opened some new door, and began ruthlessly hunting demon gods without restraint.

Starting from the fall of the first demon god, nearly every subsequent battle saw a demon god fall.

The demon gods continually rushing to reinforce from the Demon Cave were practically dying faster than they could arrive.

At present, within the demonic race's encampment, defenses were already tightly fortified, and the humans had forcibly changed the demonic race's long-standing habits.

If you don't arrange defenses, just try it—once night falls, the entire demonic race will suffer disaster.

Therefore, the demonic race now places extreme importance on its defensive forces, especially night watches, daring not to be the slightest bit careless.

Even so, at this moment, the four remaining demon gods at the core of the encampment were lowly growling with deathly faces, as if discussing something.

"Howl...... (When will reinforcements arrive? This can't go on.)"

"Howl howl........... (Even if they arrive, what good would it do? In the past month, how many demon gods have fallen?)"

"Howl.......... (Seven.)"

"Howl......... (Damn it.)"

Let alone not knowing, in less than a month they have already lost seven demon gods—such a loss is simply shocking to hear.

Even those demon gods on the other side of the Demon Cave, upon hearing this news, were all startled, and even angrily cursed and questioned how they had been fighting this war.

How come demon gods are falling like dumplings being boiled—gone one after another?

As for this, the demon gods present were also at a loss for words—could it be them that have a problem? Obviously not; it's those damned humans opposite who have the problem.

Just like the Haotu World, the demonic race also has records of the Haotu World, each race possessing them, naturally including the human race.

In the demonic race's records, the human race is numerous, counted among the top races of the Haotu World, but born weak; to the demonic race, human cultivators are a prime source of blood nourishment.

What happened to that excellent blood food? Why, when actual combat came, does it turn out completely unlike what the demonic race's records say?

Is this really blood food? It seems reversed.

These humans completely treat them as blood food, yet the demonic race as a whole has no way to deal with it.

Now these humans are becoming ever more outrageous, almost every night launching sneak attacks.

With defenses so tight, they simply post guards; those who come are only a few, not greedy, and leave once they succeed.

In any case, this leaves the demonic race frazzled and with no recourse.

Forget it—humans just take their advantage and leave, or launch a full-scale assault; Tianhong Guan is as firmly rooted as if it had grown roots, unmoving.

Moreover, there might even be a chance of demon gods falling, which makes the demonic race even more reluctant to act rashly.

But the more this happens, the more dire the situation becomes.

Finally, after discussion, the four remaining demon gods made a decision: to retreat.

Having already suffered such a loss at human hands, even if the demonic race were stubborn, they now realize they cannot deadlock with humans.

Anyway, the Haotu World has so many races; switching targets is also possible—regarding the human race, let's just try not to provoke them.

Regarding this decision, all demon gods expressed agreement; no one knows if continuing to linger here will result in their own death next time.

After all, when those human emperors see them, their eyes practically glow, as if they had beheld some peerless treasure.

That gaze alone makes even all the demon gods feel a chill down their spines—just who exactly is the demon god here?

The demon gods made preparations to retreat, and the orders were soon issued.

Yet many members of the demonic race reacted with relief, joy, and excitement, completely without any resentment.

Even the demon gods are afraid—how could they not be, given that when facing human cultivators, they are practically not human.

The demonic race has already begun preparations to withdraw, planning to leave under cover of night tonight—we can't afford to provoke them, and we can't even hide.

Moreover, to avoid detection by humans, the demonic race has also become clever, carrying out considerable camouflage work.

And just as the demonic race was preparing to withdraw, under the night sky, a squad of black-clad individuals who looked utterly exhausted, each taking advantage of the night's cover, kept advancing toward the demonic encampment.

Their speed was not fast; each step was taken with extraordinary caution, and beneath the black robes one could see that every face was filled with endless fatigue.

Moreover, their aura was extremely feeble, yet their eyes brimmed with excitement.

These black-robed people were naturally Demonic Cultivators who had come from afar.

Under the leadership of the leading Demonic Cultivator, they traversed mountains and ridges, concealed their tracks, endured great hardship, taking nearly a month, and finally succeeded in reaching the Tianhong Guan defense line.

Now, seeing that the Esteemed Demon God they have longed for is right before their eyes, even though they are extremely fatigued, each person is extremely excited.

「The Esteemed Demon God is right before our eyes; hold on, as long as we can see the Esteemed Demon God, we will have succeeded。」