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Ning Lang looked anxious as if he wished to move forward and yank her away. When the mighty Strong Exponent’s pressure was released from both Feng Jiu and the Demon Lord, they couldn’t get close even if they used all of their strengths.
They realized at this point that, while being regarded as rare Strong Exponent both within and beyond their sects, they were as helpless as newborn babies in the face of the Immortal Emperor’s Strong Exponents and those with unfathomable strength like the Demon Lord.
“Ab Jiu! Don’t fight him! Run!”
Ning Lang screamed again, unable to stop worrying because she was still standing in mid-air, as if ready to fight again.
What’s the matter with her? This didn’t appear to be her personal style! She used to flee if she knew she was going to lose a battle, but today she fought the Demon Lord over and over. He was worried that if things continued like this, her body would give out.
Song Ming, Duan Ye, and Luo Fei pursed their lips and remained silent. They merely sat and watched from below. Even though they were frightened and worried, there was nothing else they could do.
“Why don’t all of you try to persuade her? Tell her to get out of here as soon as possible! If things keep on like this, she’ll die!” Ning Lang looked anxiously at the three people standing next to him.
Duan Ye and Luo Fei looked grave but said nothing. Song Ming let out a sigh. “It’s not that we don’t want to urge her to leave; it’s just that we know she won’t.”
“She knows that as soon as she leaves, everyone here would be slaughtered,” he added solemnly as he glanced at the worried Ning Lang.
Song Ming turned his gaze to the black-robed Demon Lord, saying, “The Demon Lord’s strength is unmeasurable. Even Feng Jiu, who had the strength of an Immortal Emperor, struggled to withstand his attacks. Tell me, if Feng Jiu manages to get away, won’t he take out his rage on these people? Even if
the entire Nebula Immortal Sect is dispatched, they will not be able to withstand the Demon Lord’s wrath.”
Ning Lang was taken aback by his answer and was unable to respond for some time. It’s no surprise that in the past she would flee when she realized what was about to happen, but today she clung to her position and refused to leave, even if her body was stained with blood. It turned out that she was well
aware that after she was gone, everyone in the area would be murdered. Perhaps not only the people here, but many more, would perish because of the Demon Lord…
“What then? Are we just going to stand here helplessly watching? She has no chance against the Demon Lord!” Ning Lang was worried, his heart was pounding, and he had no idea what to do.
“Tm at a loss on what to do as well. Who else on this continent possesses the ability to fight the Demon Lord?” Song Ming mumbled that he, too, had no idea.
This Demon Lord was no ordinary Strong Exponent, after all. He was the Demon Clan’s supreme ruler. A hundred years ago, all the cultivators regarded him as a Strong Exponent of the continent. Who could stand up to him in a fight?
“Hahahaha!”
The Demon Lord raised his head to the sky, laughing heartily. The laughter created a great pressure that tumed into a circle of sound waves that spread across the air. The people below were shaken by the pressure brought by his laughter and the Strong Exponent’s breath, causing their blood to churn and
their ears to throb with pain. Their qi and blood seemed to be about to burst out of their bodies.
Wailing could be heard constantly below, with occasional cries of anguish and screams. They retreated one by one, covering their ears. The weaker ones had blood poured out of their seven holes, causing them to fall to the ground and perish
The Demon Lord’s laughter came to a halt when he stared at Feng Jiu’s frigid face. He locked his gaze on her and said, word for word.. “Follow me, I can let the people here go!”
