Chapter 1102: Strike Directly at the Heart of the Enemy

In the Western Regions, after resting, the Death Lord led his men onward at a rapid pace toward the Demon Clan's stronghold.

Along the way, they dared not rest even for a moment.

Any further delay would only increase the risk of an accident.

They could not allow Li Yue's efforts to be wasted in vain.

Along the road, they saw countless bones lining the path, a sight that sent chills down their spines.

These people had all been killed by the Demon Clan.

The Demon Clan's strength lay in their methods of slaughter, a brutality beyond compare.

Finally, after two days and one night of travel, they at last arrived at their destination.

At that moment, a scout soldier came running over in a panic.

"My lord Death Lord, ahead lies the Demon Cave where the Demons dwell."

This Demon Cave was a massive mountain peak, its summit covered in dense jungle.

The mountain peak resembled the fang of a colossal beast, its blood-filled maw open, ready to devour all life at any moment.

Around it, countless Demons were patrolling nearby.

Clad in armor and wielding weapons, the tall Demon soldiers stood there like statues.

The coldness in their eyes was their nature; they knew only slaughter, understanding neither mercy nor anything but battle.

Hearing this, the Death Lord immediately ordered: "Go, gather all relevant intelligence in the vicinity, and have your men secure key positions. Do not give the Demons any chance to resist."

"Yes, my lord Death Lord," a soldier replied, then turned and left.

After the soldier departed, the Death Lord immediately led the rest of his men toward the mountain peak, secretly plotting their next move.

The Demons guarding the area did not yet know that countless people were slowly approaching their positions.

As more and more people closed in to surround them.

At that moment, the Death Lord gave the direct order: "All forces, attack!"

Upon the Death Lord's command, his men swiftly launched their assault.

The Death Lord charged forward first, gripping a pitch-black scythe in his hand.

This scythe was a legendary divine weapon named the Death Scythe.

A multitude of shouts erupted around them, startling the Demons guarding the cave.

Soon, countless humans were seen surging toward them.

"Damn it! What is happening? Why are there other races appearing in the Western Regions after we already swept them clean?"

"Quick, quick, prepare for battle!"

Everyone, enter defensive formation!

In an instant, the surrounding Demons fell into chaos, hastily organizing their defense.

The Death Lord leaped into the air, landed beside one of the Demons, raised the Death Scythe in his hand, and brought it down with a fierce slash.

That strike severed the Demon's neck, sending its head flying; bright red blood immediately sprayed into the air, emitting a pungent, fishy stench.

Seeing this, the Death Lord's face twisted with fanaticism: Kill, kill them all!

Kill!

Countless soldiers around him grabbed their weapons and charged forward wildly.

In an instant, this massive Demon Cave became a battlefield of hell.

At that very moment, countless Demons also rushed out from within the cave.

Joining the fight.

A fierce battle thus erupted.

The Death Lord swung the Death Scythe in his hand, furiously hacking at the Demons; with every swing of the Death Scythe, a Demon's head was severed and sent flying.

Under the Death Lord's lead, countless human soldiers charged into the Demon ranks and began a massacre.

Damn humans, you dare provoke us? Die!

A Demon, whose entire body was wreathed in endless black qi, seeing a soldier rush before him, roared instantly, raised both arms, and used the muscle tissue on his forearms to crush the soldier's skull.

The soldier's brains splattered everywhere, spraying in all directions.

The death of this soldier ignited the fury of the others; these soldiers drew their weapons and began launching a frenzied assault on the Demons.

In an instant, the entire battlefield became extremely chaotic.

Yet the strength of these soldiers was not great.

The Demon soldiers, though few in number, possessed terrifying actual power.

Thus, within just a dozen or so seconds, seven or eight of the Death Lord's soldiers were killed or wounded.

Anger flashed in the Death Lord's eyes; the Death Scythe in his hand swung ceaselessly, leaving a trail of afterimages in the air, and under his blade, Demon heads were continuously severed.

His speed was too great; before him, no one could block his advance.

Finally, he reached a Demon soldier wreathed in demonic qi.

Wielding his curved blade, he struck at the opponent.

Crack, crack!

The sharp scythe left a long trail in the air.

Cutting a black line through the air.

Splat!

With one strike of the Death Scythe, the Death Lord severed a Demon soldier's arm.

The instant the arm was severed, flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Blood splattered in all directions.

The moment that arm hit the ground, his head and body separated instantly.

That soldier died a gruesome death in an instant.

"Ah!" A demon saw his compatriot's head chopped off and immediately let out heart-wrenching screams.

Kill!

A bloodthirsty smile curved the Death Lord's lips.

The scythe in his hand swung continuously, leaving trails of black afterimages in the air.

The scythe in his hand chopped down on the demons again and again; instantly, several demons fell into pools of blood.

The Death Lord alone killed over a hundred people.

The surrounding 1.7 demons, upon witnessing this scene, were all stunned.

"This..." one demon said in shock.

"Quick, go notify my lord the Demon God immediately! We are under surprise attack!" another demon hurriedly said.

Soon, the remaining demons fled in all directions.

A hint of disdain flashed in the Death Lord's eyes; he did not order anyone to pursue.

Instead, he chose to sweep up the other demon soldiers nearby.

After all, only by having some demons report to the Demon God could he return; this would alleviate the Lord Chenxi crisis.

The battle did not last too long; it stopped after about an hour.

The Death Lord held the Scythe of Death in his hand, his body covered in blood; even on the Scythe of Death, wisps of black smoke could be seen drifting.