Chapter 571

Hundreds of demon hunters surged forward with killing intent soaring to the heavens, charging toward the great pit.

The demons inside also let out mournful cries, and the great battle began!

DuPont took the lead, raising his palm high as flames continuously gathered into it, forming a massive fireball that he hurled into the demon horde in the deep pit.

Firelight shot into the sky, the flames forming a fiery pillar that spun, sucking in the surrounding demons.

Firestorm!

But before DuPont could even smile and shout something like "Damn, the old man's awesome!", a slender figure leapt up and appeared beside the firestorm, throwing a punch!

Terrifying gales howled, immense power surging.

He actually shattered the fire pillar with his bare fists, sending scattered sparks drifting like golden-red fine rain.

Xila landed on a tall, medium-strength demon, her gaze arrogant and cruel.

The terrifying killing aura radiating from her made people shiver, as if she were the very embodiment of slaughter.

"Demon hunters!"

Xila's eyes glowed red, veins bulging on her face, turning her originally delicate features into something extremely ferocious.

Two other godborn also appeared beside her.

Holt and the others involuntarily halted their steps; the oppressive presence of the three opponents made their hairs stand on end, like thorns in the back.

A cold dagger pressed tightly against the throat.

These three, each one stronger and more dangerous than the godborn of Desire!

"Come on."

Before these three godborn could launch their attack, a voice came from the sky.

Tang Luo reached out and grabbed— the three godborn simultaneously flew into the air, tracing graceful arcs as they flew toward Tang Luo.

"Kill!"

Holt drove his sword into the ground, using himself as the starting point to form a blade-like passage that pierced through every demon in its path.

After his strength increased, he could now to some extent control his own sword grave.

The battle between demon hunters and demons officially erupted!

On the other side, Xila and the three godborn were thrown to the ground.

Tang Luo landed and stood before them, observing them with interest.

The veins on Xila's face writhed like worms as she opened her mouth and let out a roar, lunging fiercely at Tang Luo.

Her right hand's five fingers spread, nails shooting out like five knives, stabbing toward Tang Luo's head.

Tang Luo unleashed the Indestructible Profound Gold Body, rendering Xila's attack futile: "Godborn, only four of you?"

"What do you mean?" The middle-aged man Larry, about to strike, halted his motion.

"I have your portraits here." Tang Luo calmly took out several portraits, dispelled the Indestructible Profound Gold Body, shifted slightly to avoid Xila's claw strike, and slipped the portraits into her hand, all while kicking her.

Xila flew backward, landed, and retreated without attacking again.

Glancing at the portrait in her hand, Xila asked: "You drew this?"

"No." Tang Luo shook his head. "It was sent to us by a stranger—someone has obtained your appearance and movements."

Larry and Simon narrowed their eyes; seeing the portrait missing one person, they understood a few things in their hearts.

"Abel!"

Xila reacted a bit slowly, gritting her teeth as the sound came from her mouth.

Abel screwed them over!

Surely Abel sold the information to the Holy Group—no wonder this guy kept delaying his appearance, claiming he was fighting the Holy Group.

Well, actually fighting the Holy Group isn't a problem—Abel arranged many attacks, but Tang Luo resolved them all one by one, so they had no effect.

"No wonder the demon numbers feel much lower, and they haven't come for ages!" Larry said in a deep voice.

After the siege, they discovered the demon numbers were far below expectations; at the time they didn't pay attention, but now upon reflection, it must be that Abel secretly diverted many demons.

This way, they could weaken our strength.

The godborn are arrogant and overconfident, but not so foolish as to think three people could face hundreds of demon hunters.

Having demon assistance is necessary.

Now the three of them cannot redeploy the demons—godborn can command demons from afar, but there are distance limits.

Currently, the demons they can mobilize are already all in the great pit, fighting the demon hunters.

But the three still have one mystery: why would Abel screw them over?

Know this: the godborn are the bloodline of the Sovereign, the five of them share connected bloodlines, and even weep when the other dies—even if passively.

What benefit would killing them bring Abel?

Larry frowned: "Could it be that bastard wants to be the sole godborn?!"

After thinking it over, that seems to be the only conclusion.

Tang Luo also wasn't in a rush to act, merely watching these three.

Abel.

With this name, finding that godborn is no longer difficult—don't forget, this person also reached his hand into the Holy Group.

He successfully grasped the movements of the demon hunter army—though he didn't desperately conceal it, Tang Luo and company's initial actions weren't something just anyone could precisely monitor.

Only Holy Group members can.

A person with sufficient influence over the Holy Group, named Abel—this already narrows the scope considerably.

It won't take much time to find him.

"Hey, demon hunters!" Xila stared at Tang Luo. "Since Abel pulled this trick, do we still have to keep fighting?"

"Maybe he's still hiding somewhere, waiting to strike—this sneaky bastard!" Larry said. "If we fight and both lose, we'll only be doing him a favor."

"Kill Abel first?" the old man Simon asked, "We know where he lives."

"No need." Tang Luo said, "But—"

He suddenly changed the subject: "If you're willing to help me find the World Destroyer, I'll consider it."

The source of demons, the World Destroyer.

As soon as the words fell, Tang Luo saw the old man Simon's eyes turn into black vortices, spinning wildly.

Countless things fell into the vortex and vanished without a trace, not even a bubble could surface.

At the sight of the old man's eyes, Tang Luo felt a sense of loss.

The consciousness of battle, the strength of a punch, the thought of resistance—all seemed to pour into the black vortex and disappear.

Divine Descendant·Loss, Simon.

It can make demon hunters lose their power, their will to fight, even their self-consciousness, wisdom, and very existence!

Turning people into meaningless walking corpses.

At the moment Simon's eyes became vortices, Larry beside him also attacked Tang Luo.

He raised his hands, clasped them in front of his chest, then suddenly turned, as if trying to twist some invisible thing.

The place where Tang Luo stood was instantly twisted by an invisible force, like a flat sheet of paper crumpled into a ball.

Everything inside was torn and shredded into pieces.

Divine Descendant·Twist, Larry.

His ability is to twist—he can twist people and objects he sees from afar, and formless attacks descend instantly, giving no time to react.

Moreover, Larry can even twist people's minds to achieve another terrifying killing effect.

At the moment Simon made Tang Luo "lose," Larry was about to twist Tang Luo and directly "twist" him to death.

Though they seemed to be discussing just now, well, they were indeed discussing, but still placed killing Tang Luo first.

All three clearly understood that the demon hunter before them was absolutely an unprecedented powerhouse.

That terrifying destructive power had already surpassed the limits the three could reach.

Fortunately, demon hunters have always been high attack, low defense—Xila had already probed earlier, and the opponent's defenses were merely ordinary.

Whether Xila truly exerted her strength or Larry used his twisting power, both could break through the opponent's defenses.

But to be safe, the three exchanged subtle glances and chose to have Larry and Simon strike simultaneously, aiming to instantly kill this dangerous demon hunter.

They couldn't give him much chance to act!

Xila saw that within the "twisting thing," the demon hunter's black-red uniform vanished, and blood light spread out.

She breathed a slight sigh of relief in her heart—it was done.

"Mmm..."

At that moment, Xila heard Larry beside her let out a painful groan.

His hands, which had been clasped in front of his chest and twisting, dropped to his sides, as if he had lost sensation, his ten fingers constantly trembling.

Twisting Tang Luo, Larry felt as if he had grabbed an immovable boulder—no matter how he twisted, he could not budge it in the slightest.

Then, because he forcibly twisted, he suffered backlash—his hands no longer belonged to himself.

Simon beside Larry also tilted his head back, took two steps back, and covered his eyes with his right hand, blood continuously seeping through his fingers.

If Simon's vortex were the size of a pond, then what he had just tried to sweep up and swallow would be a massive mountain.

Suppressed down, it directly turned the small pond into nothingness.

Tang Luo's position, the scene returned to normal—though it couldn't really be called normal, the ground beside his feet looked as if it had just been thrown, in utter disarray.

And he himself, his black-red demon hunter uniform vanished.

In its place was a robe of blood-red with golden patterns.

The golden patterns faintly emitted golden light, not suppressing the blood-red but instead making it even more prominent.

As if a layer of faint red had been dyed onto his white hair.

The illusory disguise of the brocade cassock was twisted and torn apart, revealing his true form.

"Ah!"

Xila let out a sharp, piercing cry, like tens of thousands of people screaming in agony simultaneously.

A pair of black wings grew from her back, black feathers flying everywhere, forming a scythe in her hands!

Raising the scythe high, she brought it down hard on Tang Luo!

Divine Descendant·Slaughter, blooming with the most brilliant light in the midst of slaughter!

Tang Luo raised his hand and casually caught Xila's scythe.

A scythe that could easily cut gold and break stone, turn stone to powder—in Tang Luo's hand, it was as fragile as paper mache.

After grabbing it, he slightly tightened his five fingers, and the scythe's blade instantly shattered! Breaking into countless black feathers, scattering, turning into strands of black mist that vanished.

Xila fell to the ground, clutching her head with both hands, rolling wildly, her face twisted to the extreme, her body constantly developing gaps as if an invisible blade were slicing her.

This is the invisible blade of slaughter—that strike wasn't just one blow, but countless blades formed from the convergence of slaughter power.

Then, these blades crashed into the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, shattered, and flew back.

All three Divine Descendants were severely wounded.

They were injured by their own abilities.