World-Ending Demon Emperor
Chapter 1170 - 525: Devour the Mirror Demon King! Mad Demon!

Chapter 1170: 525: Devour the Mirror Demon King! Mad Demon!

"Who dares?" The Demon Marshal, who preferred to indulge in the dream, shouted loudly, drawing his sword to stand in front of the Mirror Demon King.

In an instant, the energy that burst forth from him far exceeded Lanling’s; his cultivation should surpass that of a great Demon Warrior.

In the Mirror Demon King’s empire, those surpassing Demon Warrior should be called Demon General, and those beyond a great Demon Warrior should be referred to as Demon Marshal.

That means the last wave fighting against Lanling had cultivations between seven-star Demon Warrior and ten-star Demon Warrior.

But even the weakest among them had power exceeding Lanling. Even the sixth wave of Demon Generals had a cultivation surpassing Lanling’s.

This is not good news; it indicates that Lanling’s actual cultivation is below five-star Demon Warrior.

The Demon Marshal, unwilling to return to reality, shouted harshly, "You may follow him foolishly, but I refuse. Dream on about creating the Flame Demon Tribe! Anyone who dares ruin my current life, I’ll ruin their existence!"

Lanling took a deep breath and drew his sword.

The Demon Marshal before him had a cultivation surpassing that of a great Demon Warrior, not as strong as Du Yan but not much weaker.

Thus, Lanling could experience the feeling of a duel. If he cannot defeat him, there’s no point challenging Du Yan.

"Kill..."

Lanling suddenly shouted, his figure flashed, charging fiercely.

"Woosh..." The opponent easily evaded.

Lanling used the Gale Style Blade Skill at full speed, with each strike being a Bloodline Force Critical Strike.

His strength was sufficient, as the Bloodline Force Critical Strike doubled his power.

However, the speed was far from enough.

In battle, using Bloodline Force Critical Strike can double attack power.

But moving with Bloodline Force Critical Strike, though faster, doesn’t quite achieve double speed.

Lanling frantically slashed over a hundred times, but each strike was easily evaded by the opponent.

Then...

The Demon Marshal suddenly appeared and brutally swung the wooden stick at Lanling’s back.

"Argh..." Lanling was violently knocked flying, spitting blood from his mouth.

The power of this great Demon Warrior, even without using Bloodline Force Critical Strike, was nearly three thousand pounds of force.

If Lanling had blocked it with his sword and used Bloodline Force Critical Strike, he could withstand it.

But purely using his body to block was extremely challenging.

Lanling landed heavily, his back with fractured ribs.

Meanwhile, the Demon Marshal dashed forward, the wooden stick aiming fiercely at Lanling’s head.

"Block!" Lanling used Bloodline Force Critical Strike, swiftly raising his sword to block.

Indeed, the Demon Marshal was using a wooden stick, which was easily cut.

However, in the illusion realm within the mirror, he saw the sword being cut, and he was slightly stunned.

He was a Demon Marshal. When the Demon King bestowed this sword upon him, it was declared a Jueshi sword, yet it broke.

Instantly, the Demon Marshal deeply understood what was real and what was illusion.

Indeed, once broken, the illusion is nothing.

Seizing his dazed moment, Lanling sprang up, thrusting his sword at the Demon Marshal’s chest.

Even while distracted, this great Demon Warrior was keenly perceptive, swiftly retreating at a speed far surpassing Lanling’s.

Lanling’s sword missed!

But shortly after...

"Thud..." A sharpened wooden stick was suddenly thrust from the Demon Marshal’s back, piercing through his chest.

It was the Near-Human Tribe woman whom Lanling had half-drained but hadn’t killed.

While Lanling was fighting, she had been sharpening the wooden stick with a stone blade, and seized the opportunity to kill the Demon Marshal.

The Demon Marshal had always been guarding against Lanling, never expecting an ally to attack from behind.

The Near-Human Tribe woman declared, "I dream of establishing my own tribe and having children. Whoever blocks my way, I will kill!"

Then, she swiftly withdrew the stick.

Lanling opened his mouth wide, extending his fangs, just about to bite the Demon Marshal’s neck.

This was a great Demon Warrior; his blood must be powerful, offering significant growth in Lanling’s cultivation.

Seeing Lanling’s extended fangs, the faces of several surrounding Demon Generals and Demon Marshals subtly changed, expressing indiscernible emotions.

Lanling hesitated slightly but retracted his fangs, abandoning his plan to drain his blood.

Previously, as enemies, Lanling could madly drain their blood.

However, he was about to create the Flame Demon Tribe, and these individuals would become the core strength of his tribe. The slain Demon Marshal, despite opposing views, was ultimately their brother, and witnessing him reduced to a corpse would distress them.

But...

During Lanling’s fight, except for the Near-Human Tribe woman, none of the others stepped forward to assist, allowing the Demon Marshal to kill Lanling.

Winning hearts is important, as is conquering with virtue, but to whom?

Suddenly, Lanling’s eyes emitted a fierce glare; he reopened his mouth, extending sharp fangs, and savagely bit the Demon Marshal’s neck.

Then, frenziedly drained blood!

Instantly, the Demon Marshal of great Demon Warrior rank screamed terrifyingly, his body trembling uncontrollably.

In just moments, he was drained to a dried corpse.

At this moment, although the woman from the Near-Human Tribe had a slight change in her expression, she held a pointed stick and stood by Lanling’s side.

The other Demon Generals and Demon Marshals present had faces twitching repeatedly, their eyes filled with unease and coldness.

After Lanling finished draining the blood, he immediately felt a surging and powerful energy fill his body.

"I am going to destroy this Mirror Demon King, seize his territory, and establish the Flame Demon Tribe. Who dares to stop me?" Lanling said coldly.

Initially, the balance was 5 to 4, and now with one dead, it’s exactly 4 to 4.

Half the people wanted to return to reality and build the Flame Demon Tribe.

The other half wanted to stay in this Illusion Realm and were unwilling to wake up.

With Lanling, it’s 5 to 4.

"If we establish the tribe, what position can we get?" another Demon Marshal asked.

Lanling said, "In the beginning, the tribe’s status is entirely determined by cultivation. However, my position as Chieftain of the tribe is unshakable."

Another Demon Marshal said, "But, your martial arts are very weak."

Lanling said, "Two months ago, I was only a level three Samurai. Imagine how strong my martial arts will be in the future? Can you imagine that?"

"That’s a matter for the future," the Demon Marshal said. "At least now, your martial arts are weak, so why should you be Chieftain?"

Lanling’s gaze inadvertently narrowed.

He thought simply; he believed that the martial arts skills of these people were rare, so he wanted to keep them to strengthen the tribe’s power.

Furthermore, he intended to make good use of everyone here, especially the three experts at the Demon Warrior level, each given the rank of Chiliarch.

After all, his newly established Flame Demon Tribe only had brothers from the Foreign Tribe Army and was too weak. Meanwhile, the eight people before him, five were Demon Warriors, and three were Great Demon Warriors, forming a powerful force.

However, these people had stayed too long in the Mirror Demon King’s illusory world, their hearts steeped in greed and selfishness from false beauty and power.

Moreover, their characters had become unchangeable.

This Near-Human Tribe woman called the leading Demon Marshal ’big brother,’ indicating a close relationship before. Yet, when Lanling almost killed this Near-Human Tribe woman, these Demon Marshals merely watched coldly, showing indifference and selfishness.

Such people would only sow the seeds of greed upon entering the tribe.

Therefore, these people cannot stay!

"Very well," Lanling said. "When I am strong enough, I will be the Chieftain. Until then, let it be decided by sparring; whoever has the strongest martial arts becomes Chieftain, how about that?"

"It’s a deal!" the leading Demon Marshal said.

Other Demon Marshals and Demon Generals nodded; if the position were decided by sparring, they were confident they could secure the Chieftain’s position. Of course, they did not know there was also a Suo Mo, a tremendously powerful Suo Mo.

The Mirror Demon King said, "He’s deceiving you. As soon as you agree with them and exit here, he will kill you. I can read his mind."

Lanling sneered, "What do I have to kill you? And if all eight of you unite, you’re a formidable force, how could I kill you?"

The leading Demon Marshal said, "How could he kill us? His martial arts are so low!"

Lanling said, "Brothers of the Flame Demon Tribe, I will leave my back to you. I will go kill this Mirror Demon King and destroy this Illusion Realm. If you want to kill me, do it anytime."

Then, Lanling continued stepping forward.

At this time, no one blocked his path any further, allowing him to approach the Mirror Demon King.

The several-hundred-meter-high Mirror Demon King trembled more and more, becoming increasingly fearful.

"Aren’t you going to stop him from killing me? I am Your Demon King Majesty; as long as you stop him, I will immediately promote you, confer titles to you."

"I will grant you estates ten times larger, ten times the beauties!"

"You cannot kill me; you cannot kill me. Once you kill me, your souls will be trapped in this mirror forever."

Lanling finally arrived in front of the throne, looking at the Mirror Demon King, as tall as a mountain.

A wave of sadness surged in his heart.

This originally was just a normal mirror, merely because it was gazed upon by the Demon God Monarch, leaving behind its vague shadow.

Thus, this shadow even fantasized about becoming the Demon God Monarch.

However, it was just a mirror, incapable of anything except creating illusions.

It had no attacking capabilities, not even mental attacks.

It was nothing more than a mirror, a shadow, unable to even touch others.

Besides creating illusions, it knew nothing.

Lanling slowly said, "Moon in the mirror, flower in the water! You let others dream, yet you yourself, aren’t you also trapped in a sorrowful dream? I will end your sorrow now."

Lanling stepped closer and closer.

The Mirror Demon King shrank bit by bit.

Finally, it became the same size as Lanling.

When Lanling was practically pressed against the Mirror Demon King, a bizarre scene occurred.

The Mirror Demon King’s face began to change, transforming into Lanling’s face, but it still had the Demon King’s horns, the Demon King’s flame eyes, the Demon King’s scales, the Demon King’s tail, the Demon King’s hooves.

The Mirror Demon King suddenly shrieked, "It’s you, it’s you. At that time, it was your gaze that locked onto me, it was you who glanced at me, it was you who left a shadow on my mirror surface, it’s you..."

Lanling’s face twitched, he suddenly drew his sword, and stabbed it into the Mirror Demon King’s chest.

"It’s you... It’s you... You finally came to see me. At that time, you were too far away, so only a vague shadow was left, I could never imagine your face, today I finally see clearly, no need to imagine anymore, my Demon King Majesty, your shadow should return, hahahahaha..." The Mirror Demon King spoke as it turned into ashes and vanished.

Its shadow turned into countless dark lights and entered Lanling’s body.

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