272: Bloody Battle of the Leaders

The low, murderous blare of a war horn tore through the eternal night's silence of Black Edge Fortress, echoing like the roar of an abyssal beast through every corridor of the stronghold.

A massive command platform, cast from obsidian, stood majestically in the center of the military camp, resembling a blood-stained altar.

Countless Devil Soldiers and Devil Generals gathered below the platform, their Evil Qi soaring to the heavens, forming a suffocating black ocean.

Xiao Zhuo, clad in standard black armor, stood at the forefront of the Third Battalion's formation.

His hood remained low, concealing the eyes that were now as sharp as an eagle's.

In a single day, he had thoroughly familiarized himself with the camp rules and adjusted his state to its Peak.

The leader's battle was imminent.

"Welcome—Demon King Luó!"

A declaration imbued with powerful demonic might resounded through the heavens and earth, overpowering all other clamor.

At the highest point of the command platform, space silently twisted and collapsed, and a figure stepped out from within.

There was no earth-shattering burst of Aura, no dazzling demonic light swirling around him.

The figure simply stood there, draped in a simple black robe that seemed woven from primordial darkness, his face indistinct, as if shrouded by a layer of flowing Chaos mist.

However, the moment he appeared, the air throughout the Black Edge Fortress encampment solidified.

Time seemed to halt, and space froze.

Whether it was the unruly Devil Generals or the bloodthirsty Devil Soldiers, at this moment, they instinctively lowered their heads, the most primal reverence and fear surging from the depths of their Souls.

Devil King!

The ancient titan, Demon King Luó!

He merely cast a casual glance at the dense crowd of Devil Soldiers below the platform; wherever his gaze fell, no one dared to meet his eyes.

His gaze was indifferent and profound, as if encompassing the birth and death of endless star rivers, yet also like looking down upon the struggles of ants.

"Profound Demon leader's battle." Demon King Luó's voice was not loud, yet it was clearly branded into the mind of every living being, carrying an absolute will that was indisputable and required no explanation: "Rules: Ascend the platform, fight. The victor lives, the loser dies. The one who ultimately stands on the platform will receive the title of 'Devil General'."

Concise and brutal to the extreme!

No draws, no rounds, no Restrictions whatsoever!

The command platform instantly transformed into the most primitive and bloody Asura field!

"Begin."

As Demon King Luó's indifferent two words fell, the invisible Restriction above the command platform instantly dissipated, and his figure had already ascended to the high heavens, an dark-red throne floating in the Void Realm for him to sit upon and observe the battle below.

"Kill!"

Almost at the exact moment the Restriction vanished, dozens of ferocious figures, like Vicious Beasts unleashed from their cages, surged forward, enveloped in various demonic lights, scrambling to rush towards the command platform!

Blades and swords flashed, demonic claws and fist winds instantly tore through the air; deafening explosions, mournful screams, and angry roars intertwined, and multicolored demonic blood, like the most vibrant paint, splattered across the cold obsidian platform!

Melee! Without any strategy, killing purely for the sake of killing!

Xiao Zhuo did not rush up immediately.

His gaze, beneath his hood, calmly swept over the rapidly changing battle situation on the platform, as if scrutinizing a chaotic jungle.

He was looking for the best timing to enter and evaluating the strength of each opponent's Aura.

"An opportunity to harvest Attribute Points!" Xiao Zhuo murmured in his heart.

When Demon King Luó announced the rules, Xiao Zhuo had already realized this was an opportunity to harvest Attribute Points before the battle!

Although the melee would consume power, he had absolute confidence in himself! A slight loss was not worth mentioning!

Just as the battle on the platform was quite brutal, with nearly ten Profound Demons already dead and most of the remaining people injured and their Aura unstable, Xiao Zhuo moved!

The ripples in the space beneath his feet flickered almost imperceptibly, and his entire being, like a phantom blending into the shadows, did not stir the slightest breeze, yet with a speed beyond the limit of vision, he instantly appeared behind a bull-horned giant demon at the edge of the command platform, who had just slain an opponent and was panting heavily.

The giant demon didn't even have time to react, only feeling a chill in his back, as a hand covered in grotesque dark-red armor and burning with cold blood flames, silently pierced through his tough demonic Physical Body like a sharp blade!

"Uh..." The giant demon's massive body suddenly stiffened, the vitality in his eyes rapidly dimming, and his pure demonic Qi and blood essence were frantically devoured by that hand as if a dam had burst!

"First one."

Xiao Zhuo's cold voice was like the declaration of the God of Death.

He withdrew his hand, letting the giant demon fall with a crash, and his figure vanished again.

The slaughter had officially begun!

He was like a blood-colored specter walking on the battlefield; each flash was accompanied by a precise and deadly sneak attack.

The Universe God Step granted him unpredictable movement capabilities, the blood god armor and his terrifying Physical Body made him immune to most lingering attack effects, and the God-Slaying Blood Flame became his sharpest harvesting blade.

A powerful demon holding two axes, entangled in a fight with two others, had half of his shoulder shattered by a punch from Xiao Zhuo's side, and the blood flames instantly ignited him like a torch.

A shadow demon skilled in stealth assassination, attempting to ambush him, was grabbed by the neck by Xiao Zhuo's backhand, and the blood flames surged in, instantly reducing him to ashes.

A demonic cultivator controlling poisonous mist, before the mist could even get close, it was purified by the blood flames burning around Xiao Zhuo, and the cultivator himself was pierced by a blood spear, instantly exploding...

Fast! Accurate! Ruthless!

Xiao Zhuo's killing efficiency was horrifyingly high; he specifically targeted those who were injured, exhausted, or entangled in combat, almost always killing with a single blow and never lingering in battle.

In just a dozen breaths, another dozen Profound Demons of considerable strength fell under his hands on the platform!

Such prominent and ruthless slaughter finally aroused intense apprehension and a common sense of enmity among the remaining powerhouses on the platform!

"It's him! That newcomer named Primal Beginning!"

"Such terrifying speed and strength!"

"We can't let him keep killing! Let's team up and take him down first!"

In the chaotic battle, seven fierce gazes instantly locked onto Xiao Zhuo!

These seven individuals had formidable Auras, clearly the elites among the remaining Profound Demons on the platform; at this moment, they temporarily abandoned their mutual Fighting and tacitly formed a encirclement, pouncing towards Xiao Zhuo from different directions!

Blade Qi tore through space! Demonic claws ripped the sky! Poison fire incinerated bodies! Curses pierced the brain!

Seven distinct yet equally fatal attacks instantly sealed off all of Xiao Zhuo's evasion space!

They intended to combine the strength of all seven to strangle this dangerous newcomer!

"Teaming up? No matter how many weaklings there are, they are still weaklings."

Facing a deadly combined attack that could instantly fell an ordinary Profound Demon Peak powerhouse, a cold radian curved at the corner of Xiao Zhuo's mouth beneath his hood.

He no longer dodged!

The blood god armor glowed brightly, dark-red Divine Thought flowing, and the God-Slaying Blood Flame erupted with a roar, enveloping his entire being in a humanoid blood flame! Even now, he still hadn't used any other methods!

He clenched his fists, and the blood flames condensed into grotesque wolf-fang shapes on his knuckles!

"Boom! Boom boom boom—!"

Xiao Zhuo did not retreat but advanced, charging fearlessly into the core of the seven attacks!

His fists, like two blood flame heavy hammers, struck out without any fancy moves, choosing to meet them head-on!

Earth-shattering roars erupted one after another! Violent energy currents raged wildly!

Fist Qi shattered blade light!

Blood flames devoured poison fire!

Divine Thought armor resisted the tearing of demonic claws, emitting a piercing screech of friction!

The power of curses invaded his glabella, but was instantly crushed by the nascent world residing within!

Xiao Zhuo's figure stood like an unmoving rock in the energy storm!

His fists swung like lightning, each strike carrying an irresistible immense force and blood flames that corroded all things!

"Bang!" The battle saber of a human Profound Demon holding a knife was smashed out of his hand by a blood fist, and his chest was completely pierced by the second punch that followed immediately!

"Tear!" A powerhouse attempting to lock his throat with demonic claws had his arms seized by Xiao Zhuo's backhand; the God-Slaying Blood Flame spread wildly along the contact points, instantly incinerating his arms to ashes, followed by a kick that crushed his head!

"Ah!" A Profound Demon skilled in Divine Soul attacks was backlashed by Xiao Zhuo's blood-colored gaze, which contained terrifying Divine Thought, causing blood to flow from his seven orifices as he clutched his head and screamed, then was blasted apart by a blood whip!

The seven-person team, seemingly formidable, proved as fragile as paper in the face of Xiao Zhuo's unparalleled Physical Body strength, the indestructible defense of his blood god armor, and the domineering God-Slaying Blood Flame!

In just a few exchanges, the seven veteran Profound Demons who had teamed up were crushed and killed on the spot by Xiao Zhuo with overwhelming force!

The command platform was instantly cleared!

Aside from Xiao Zhuo, only a few Profound Demons who were further away and luckily not caught in this terrifying storm remained, their faces now pale with fright, looking at the figure standing amidst blood and corpses, enveloped in dark-red blood flames, as if gazing upon a God of Slaughter from Hell!