Demon King: Hero, don’t run away!
Chapter 527: Don’t Rush to Run

Chapter 527: Chapter 527: Don’t Rush to Run

At last, they had no choice but to confront the substantial spirits attacking them.

If Iyas used "Dispel," the battle could potentially be over in an instant, hardly taking any time at all.

If Bai Jin possessed even more potent magic for breaking through a single point, capable of instantly killing Kenro or the untransformed Bishop Tu Jing, there wouldn’t be any pressure on the scene to worry about.

Unfortunately, the Skill required by Yang Yu wasn’t readily accessible in Wansheng Country, so he’d have to wait until they returned to the Human World to consider it.

Forming a complete team wasn’t going to happen overnight, and since the descent of the Demon King was still a long way off, Yang Yu was in no rush at all.

The team still had a considerable amount of refining space.

Dodging the howling spirits, Yang Yu’s only target was Kenro, whose arm was severed.

Many Spirit Manipulators, having lost their spiritual bodies, would significantly decrease in strength, and the current Yang Yu could easily cause him damage.

But the demon form of Bishop Tu Jing wasn’t going to let Yang Yu succeed that easily. A small protective shield appeared over Kenro, followed by a black circle expanding under Bishop Tu Jing’s feet, devouring the white ice chunks around it and extending forward. Black tentacles burst from the ice, attacking Yang Yu.

Cautiously jumping away, Yang Yu used "Protective Assistance Charge" once again and arrived next to Bai Jin and the others, grabbing He Meng and throwing her towards Bishop Tu Jing,

"He Meng, leave this to me, and finish it off with the King’s Spear."

Before she could react, He Meng soared high into the air; she had no room to choose.

Bishop Tu Jing looked up without underestimating He Meng at all.

This slime was able to withstand so many attacks; there must be something special about it.

He stretched out his bone-skinny arm, revealing his sharp claws, and pounced towards He Meng.

In mid-air, He Meng extended her body, spreading herself into a big pancake and then suddenly contracting in a certain direction, forcefully changing her trajectory and landing on Bishop Tu Jing’s arm.

Countless water droplets separated from He Meng’s body and instantly turned into numerous sharp long spears, flying towards Bishop Tu Jing’s head.

Bishop Tu Jing raised his arm, and He Meng’s long spears rained down like Bam, firing onto the back of Bishop Tu Jing’s hand.

"Bishop!"

The attack had not yet ceased, and Kenro’s voice rang next to Bishop Tu Jing’s ear, and in the next moment, the Holy Light emitted from Iyas’s hand quietly arrived, followed closely by a super-sized Frost Ice Arrow released by Bai Jin with the aid of the Fairy’s Magic Stone.

With Yang Yu nearby for protection, Bai Jin and Iyas had ample space to output, focusing their firepower on the already critically injured Bishop Tu Jing.

Bishop Tu Jing’s body burst out with great amounts of Black Energy, but Iyas’s "Basic Healing" broke through the Black Energy, enveloping Bishop Tu Jing, who instantly felt excruciating pain throughout his body, rendering him immobile, and could only watch as Bai Jin’s Frost Ice Arrow pierced through his chest.

Kenro stood by helplessly, his spiritual body nearly exhausted during the previous defense.

If it hadn’t been for the unexpected quantity of Fairy’s Magic Stones in Bai Jin’s possession, this battle would have been lopsided.

But every time Kenro thought Bai Jin ran out of Fairy’s Magic Stones, he was able to produce yet another, launching fierce attacks with an unimpressive Skill, time and time again.

Apart from denouncing it as a wasteful extravagance, Kenro could find no words to describe Bai Jin’s current actions.

Bishop Tu Jing’s body was torn open by Bai Jin’s attack, a large amount of blood leaking out, and Kenro’s face turned a ghastly pale as if merely by moving his limbs, he could draw Bishop Tu Jing’s soul to serve him, an omen of impending death.

Having lost so many priests and still unable to retrieve the "Abyss Gate," how could he explain to the Sect?

Kenro’s mind hadn’t even considered such a question; all he sensed was danger from Yang Yu and the others.

He had a premonition that these people might become stumbling blocks for their sect, and he had to go back to inform the sect, urging them to deploy more powerful members to eliminate Yang Yu and his companions.

One disciple under the Pope might not be enough, but if three disciples came at once, Yang Yu and his companions would find it impossible to escape.

With a flick of his finger, an extremely clear figure appeared behind Kenro; he planned to consume another Contracted Spirit Body to complete the teleportation.

Before leaving, Kenro flicked his finger slightly, wanting to take Bishop Tu Jing’s soul along with him.

However, Bishop Tu Jing’s soul still clung to the body in its demonic form, and Bishop Tu Jing’s "kekeke" laughter sounded as if it were right next to Kenro.

Kenro suddenly realized that before dying, Bishop Tu Jing had used the "Demon Spirit Robe," indicating his desire to continue fighting for the sect; he absolutely would not allow the clues he had finally found to disappear before his eyes.

"Perfect, Bishop Tu Jing can buy me some time."

This thought had just formed when Yang Yu crossed the spiritual body again and attacked with his sword, aiming for Kenro’s chest,

"Don’t be in a rush to run away, Old man, come and play!"

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On the other side, as the violent energy gradually dissipated completely, the Silver Teeth tribespeople quickly regained calm and busily prepared for the Full Moon Festival.

On each of the four corners of the large platform, fire racks for illumination were erected, with the crackling firewood inside creating lively flames that, together with the bright moonlight, illuminated the platform.

Facing the platform, the white wolf’s head looked fierce and imposing, surrounded by an abundance of offerings including roast meat, fruits, and various handmade crafts.

The members of the Silver Teeth tribe gathered early near the platform, conversing with each other, still shaken by the distant thunder and speculating about what it might have been.

The noise at the scene only ceased when the sound of gongs and drums erupted.

Even the smallest infants stopped crying in their mothers’ arms.

A pretty girl slowly walked toward the center of the ceremonial platform, holding a bone stick resembling a microphone in her hand.

She had been elected by the Silver Teeth tribe as their representative, named Qiu Sun Silver Teeth, and was responsible for presiding over the sacrificial battle and speaking on behalf of the tribe.

After a brief greeting, the transformed Fur Ball old clan chief Chunjiang and acting patriarch Kai Bu successively took the stage, leading the tribe members to pray to the bright moon and the ancestors, hoping that the Silver Teeth clan would continue to thrive.

"Now, let us begin the sacrificial battle. Let us display our splendid primal forms to our ancestors and seek their protection once more."

After the prayer, Qiu Sun immediately, according to tradition, introduced the rules of the sacrificial battle and the additional rules,

"There are four contestants in total, in front of our ancestors’ statues, they will determine the sole winner.

As the old clan chief has decided to abdicate, and an acting patriarch has emerged, the acting patriarch has a slot in the contest. He has already won four consecutive sacrificial battles; just one more victory would allow him to bypass the succession rules and directly become the new clan leader.

Now, let the old clan chief announce his choice for clan leader successor; since we have an acting patriarch participating, the old clan chief can decide one to three candidates for clan leader successor.

Those who are not mentioned, please eagerly sign up, and those who are recognized by more than half of the tribe can participate in the sacrificial battle to show off their prowess."

After some effort, the old clan chief Chunjiang’s breath was quite weak, but he still resolutely announced his sole candidate.

"Lotcar, just him."