However, High Priest Luo Ming was even faster. Without any visible movement, a flash of purple light occurred, and the black-scaled serpent was chopped into several pieces, successfully falling onto the table. It wriggled a few times, then withered, turning into a few thin strands of lifeless meat.
"I advise you not to bite off more than you can chew. Now that the magic-sealing locks have trapped you, trying to act violently will only make you weaker," Luo Ming said calmly.
Bloodlight stared at Luo Ming's face, which was now covered with black aura. The severed arm regrew in the bloodlight, but it did not attack again.
"Summoning me, it can't be just for these pointless words. It seems you were discussing some great battle earlier. Could it be you want to borrow my power to win?" Bloodlight's eyes darted around a few times as it said calmly.
"That's right, we are currently at war with the human race. You were free for a period of time before, so you should have some understanding of the situation in the Northern Plains cultivation world."
Bloodlight stuck out its grotesque long tongue and licked its newly grown arm, but did not speak.
Luo Ming continued, "As long as you agree to my conditions, I can write off the matter of you killing several elders of my Holy Temple."
"Luo Ming, that won't do. You want to let this demon go? Didn't Black Demon die in vain?" Before the High Priest could finish speaking, Ancestor Flame Demon shouted.
This demon wreaked havoc in the territory of the Different Demon Clan, and the Demon Soul Hall organized several encirclements, all of which failed.
If it weren't for him and another Nascent Soul stage elder of the Holy Temple, Elder Black Demon, plus seven or eight Nascent Soul cultivators, setting a trap, they wouldn't have captured this demon.
Elder Black Demon even died because of this, a truly heavy loss. This means that their Different Demon Clan only has three Nascent Soul stage cultivators left.
It's just that this news has not been spread.
Moreover, Great Elder Luo Ming's lifespan is running out, and in a few decades, their strength will decrease significantly.
"You want my help, but you don't want to release me. You half-demons, tainted by demonic energy, are as cunning as the ancient human cultivators. What a calculation," Bloodlight chuckled mockingly.
"This old man never said he would let this guy go. Our Holy Temple does show signs of weakening. If I don't do something while I still have some ability, can you control the Holy Temple after I pass away?
At least this battle should eliminate more Nascent Soul stage monsters from the human race," Luo Ming glanced at Ancestor Flame Demon, shook his head, and said to Bloodlight.
"As long as you agree to my conditions, I will give you freedom. However, you cannot stay in this realm. There is a special space beneath the Holy Temple's Demon Spring, opened up by ancient mighty cultivators.
That place is the Holy Temple's forbidden ground, with a special space crack. It is said to lead to other realms. At that time, I will throw you into it. Whether you live or die depends on your luck."
"What, a space crack? What a joke. Even in my prime, entering an unknown space crack would be suicide," Hearing this, Bloodlight's eyes flickered, and it struggled again, causing all the magic-sealing locks on its body to be pulled.
Dense golden lightning emerged on the black chains, causing it to scream.
"No matter what your cultivation was in your prime, you are now a prisoner and have no right to negotiate with us. You only have two choices: agree to help us win this battle,
or a hundred years later, when the Demon Sealing Valley opens, we will use the ancient cultivator's restrictions specifically for dealing with ancient demons to refine you," Luo Ming said coldly, a hint of baleful aura appearing on his face.
Bloodlight stared at the two people in front of it, its pure demonic energy constantly flowing. The bloodlight in its eyes grew brighter.
These two fellows, who were originally like ants, dared to threaten him so much.
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The day of the great battle arrived in the blink of an eye.
On this day, just as dawn was breaking, dust filled the air outside Yanxia City, and a yellow mist came with the wind. An atmosphere of solemnity and killing intent spread throughout the area.
The yellow mist was initially only a thin layer, but after a moment, as the clouds churned, the yellow clouds turned into sandstorms. They flowed rapidly, covering the sky and rushing towards Yanxia City.
Looking out, it stretched in a line for more than ten miles. The howling wind grew faster and faster, and suddenly, a terrifying roar came from the sandstorm.
A stone dragon, a hundred feet long, materialized from the sandstorm. In the blink of an eye, it crossed seven or eight miles and reached the city walls of Yanxia City.
With a dragon's roar, the stone dragon's body decomposed into huge stone cones, which crashed down with a bang. It was as if the sky was falling and the earth was cracking.
This scene naturally alarmed the Different Demons in Yanxia City.
A white-haired old man with Nascent Soul strength roared, "The enemy is attacking!"
The rumbling of drums followed, spreading throughout Yanxia City. The black stone walls surrounding the city lit up with a layer of black light, forming a flowing black light curtain to resist the sandstorm and falling rocks.
At the same time, a loud noise came from the yellow mist. More than a dozen huge stone dragons rushed out, turning into a sky full of stone cones. They rained down densely.
The earth-shattering sound announced the start of the great battle. Without any nonsense, the cultivator army from the Twelve Immortal Cities launched an attack on the city.
In the sandstorm, huge black shadows emerged, and more than twenty huge warships emitted the melodious sound of horns. These warships lit up with a scarlet aura, and fire spiritual power condensed, simultaneously shooting out thick pillars of flame.
The flames cut through the smoke and dust, crashing into the defensive shield of Yanxia City with a deafening roar.
Below the warships, teams of human cultivators also erupted with powerful spiritual power fluctuations, changing their hand seals and condensing spells.
Looking at the moving heads, it was a dark mass of at least fifty thousand cultivators. Fifty thousand cultivators may not sound like many, but you must know that those who came to reclaim Yanxia City were the elites from various sects of the human race. The lowest cultivation was the late stage of Qi Refining.
Reclaim the Immortal City,
Drive out the Different Demons.
"Kill, kill!" The sound was deafening.
In a short period, the protective array of Yanxia City showed signs of instability.
This was the human race's preemptive strike by launching an attack on the city.
On Yanxia City, a large number of Different Demons were also gathered. Seeing this scene, they appeared even more chaotic, and some showed panic.
Fortunately, there were some high-level cultivators among them who stabilized the people and directed the battle.
There were Different Demons specifically responsible for reinforcing the city walls, and they took out black and shiny array flags and quickly inserted them into various parts of the city walls.
As black light flickered, these array flags moved with the wind, growing to more than ten feet high. They created a large area of black and purple fluorescence, enhancing the city's protective array.
More Different Demons had demonic energy surging around them, took out various magical artifacts, and looked at the attacking cultivator army with hostility.
