LRAB Chapter 300 Devastation: We Can't Afford to Offend Him
Chapter 300 Devastation: We Can't Afford to Offend Him
Chapter 305 Devastation: We Can't Afford to Offend Him
Because of Tang Wulin, the life tide that only occurs once every hundred years on Devil Island arrived ahead of schedule.
This immense, almost liquid life force swept across the entire sea like a tsunami, not only causing the sea spirit beasts within dozens of miles to riot, but also awakening one by one the old demons who were sleeping on Devil Island.
At this moment, seven figures of different shapes and sizes stood in a circle around Tang Wulin, making comments and criticisms all at once.
These seven old demons had each lived for over a thousand years and possessed vast knowledge, yet no matter how they analyzed or argued with each other, they still couldn't figure out what had happened to this young man.
One person can trigger the life tide of the entire Devil Island?
This has never happened before in Devil's Island's nearly two-thousand-year history.
Just then, Huo Yuhao, Gu Yue, and Na'er slowly walked back from the direction of the center of the valley.
The appearance of the three immediately attracted the attention of the group of old demons.
Seven pairs of eyes turned to the three of them simultaneously, their gazes filled with scrutiny, curiosity, and a hint of barely perceptible doubt.
Huo Yuhao was also observing the seven figures opposite him. Apart from Broken and Nightmare, whom he had already dealt with before, the other five were "different in appearance" and could even be described as bizarre.
Although they all retain human form, each of them has extremely distinctive physical features, so distinctive that they are unforgettable after just one glance.
Among the seven, an old demon of medium build with eerie dark green skin looked at Destruction and Nightmare and spoke first.
His face was contorted in a ferocious grin, his mouth stretching almost to his ears, revealing a set of jagged, sharp teeth. His voice was filled with obvious displeasure: "And what's with these three? You let them roam around Devil's Island before we even woke up? That's not the rule."
Standing beside him was an old demon with a belly as big as a drum and a face full of scars.
He put his hands on his thick waist and chimed in, "Yeah, you two are too lazy."
"Now that we've awakened first, we should immediately start training these new recruits. Why are they all so leisurely? When did the rules on Devil Island become so lax?"
Upon hearing the questions posed by the Demon of Hatred and the Demon of Devouring, both Destruction and Nightmare's expressions changed simultaneously.
The speed and magnitude of the color change left the other five old demons somewhat bewildered.
In their view, the disillusionment and nightmares were just a matter of being caught slacking off, at most getting a few scoldings, so why make such a big reaction?
However, Devastation and Nightmare knew perfectly well that their pale faces weren't because they had been "criticized," but because these words were absolutely forbidden to be uttered.
Huo Yuhao may seem harmless, but the two of them have personally experienced his true nature.
His unknown methods had an extraordinary restraining effect on them.
Now these old buddies are talking about "training" Huo Yuhao. Isn't that just courting death?
Fearing that his old buddies, who had just woken up and were still confused, might say something they shouldn't, Po Mie quickly and secretly transmitted his voice to the other five old demons, his tone urgent and serious.
"Stop talking, just shut up."
"I'm warning you, among the new recruits sent this time, there are a few real little monsters."
"Especially that kid at the front, we really can't afford to mess with him. Don't make a fool of yourselves."
After the broken transmission ended, the expected scene of everyone restraining their sharpness and treating the situation cautiously did not occur.
The other five old demons, far from becoming wary, seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world. Their interest only increased, and their gazes toward Huo Yuhao were filled with eager excitement and undisguised mockery.
The Desire Demon was the only woman among the seven. Her face was covered with layers of wrinkles, like a dried-up riverbed. Her body was withered and hunched over, more exaggerated than destruction. She looked like an old tree that had been dried up for thousands of years.
She took a step forward, her cloudy old eyes scanning Huo Yuhao up and down.
The voice that followed was completely contrary to her frail appearance; it was a clear and melodious girl's voice, which sounded particularly out of place in this oppressive valley.
"I didn't see anything special about it. You two are really getting more and more outdated. You've been guarding Devil's Island for over a thousand years, and in the end, you were scared out of your wits by a mere brat? Aren't you ashamed to admit it?"
Although Huo Yuhao did not know the specific content of the previous shattered telepathic transmission, he could guess what had just happened based on the veiled words of the Desire Demon alone.
Through his previous encounter with Nightmare Demon, Huo Yuhao had roughly figured out the true nature of the "military training" on Devil Island.
It's nothing more than these old devils using their unique skills and methods to train the students to the point of exhaustion.
They are repeatedly crushed in every dimension—mentally, physically, and spiritually—until all the rough edges and weaknesses of the trainees are worn away, leaving only an indomitable heart of a strong person.
To be honest, such training is indeed a rare experience for ordinary students, but it is no longer of much use to Huo Yuhao.
Moreover, he had just received the Scepter of Destruction and the Seed of Life, two gifts from a god-king level being, which were the irreplaceable and enormous gains from this trip to Devil Island.
For him, the trip was already complete, and there was no need to play those childish games with these old devils anymore.
He raised his eyes and calmly swept them over the five faces opposite him, each with a different expression but all filled with mockery.
The girlish voice of the Desire Demon still lingered in the air, the Hatred Demon grinned with a set of sharp teeth, and the Devouring Demon patted his round belly, looking eager to try. The other two demons, who had not yet spoken, were also scrutinizing him with interest, like hunters eyeing their prey.
Huo Yuhao was no stranger to this kind of gaze. When Nightmare and Destruction first met him, they looked at him with similar eyes.
It was as if they were just a group of fish that had been driven onto a chopping board, waiting to be scaled and gutted.
But as it turns out, those two old devils were the ones on the chopping block.
Huo Yuhao didn't want to deal with these old devils one by one, so now he only had one path in front of him.
That means skipping all the formalities and just defeating everyone in one go.
Although Huo Yuhao had been studying necromancy under Electrox for some time, he had achieved some success in magical theory thanks to his extraordinary mental strength and comprehension.
However, necromancy is a vast and profound art, and the deeper one delves into it, the more one feels that the path ahead is as boundless as the sea.
With his current level of cultivation, he might be able to barely hold his own against a demon.
However, facing seven powerful souls who had been accumulating on Devil Island for over a thousand years was completely beyond his current control.
So Huo Yuhao didn't try to be brave; instead, he shouted crisply in his mental sea, "Teacher!"
There was no need for further words; the tacit understanding between master and disciple was enough for Electrox to understand what he wanted to do the moment he heard the call.
Deep within the sea of the spirit, the gray robe fluttered without wind, and a faint smile appeared on the aged yet dignified face, taking control of the body.
In an instant, Huo Yuhao's aura underwent a dramatic change, and his originally clear and bright eyes were once again shrouded in a deep and indifferent gray.
As Destruction and Nightmare looked at the familiar yet chilling change in Huo Yuhao, their bodies trembled almost instinctively. Memories of being tormented by the golden runes and nearly losing their souls flooded back to them like a tidal wave.
The two exchanged a glance, both reading the same thought in each other's eyes—here we go again!
Huo Yuhao's feet slowly left the ground, and his whole body floated into the air, his clothes fluttering, like a god descending to earth.
Beneath his feet, a gray spirit ring quietly appeared, exuding a desolate and ancient aura that did not belong to this world.
Gu Yue and Na'er stood not far behind him, their clear eyes flashing with obvious surprise. They had never seen Huo Yuhao appear in this form before.
The five old demons who had just appeared on the other side were all mocking and eager to try.
But when Huo Yuhao released his aura without reservation, the expressions on their faces changed drastically almost simultaneously.
That power might not be stronger than all of them combined, but it carried a natural restraint that made their very souls tremble.
It seemed to be a law-like power that suppressed all undead and souls from the very source, like fire to withered grass, or light to shadow.