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228: Chapter 229 The Collapsed Defenses! Desperate Wails! The Demon King's Game Time

"He is outside! He is just outside!"

This scream was like pouring a ladle of cold water into a red-hot iron wok, causing an instant explosion.

The string of reason in the minds of the dozen or so Li Family Death Warriors remaining in the crevice snapped on the spot.

"Surround him! Quickly, surround him!"

Someone shouted, and the group instinctively raised their weapons, backing against each other, squeezing into a messy circle within the narrow crevice.

Everyone's eyes were wide as copper bells, staring fixedly at the pitch-black darkness outside.

Their hands were shaking.

Their weapons were trembling.

Even their teeth were chattering, making a clattering sound.

Compared to them, the noble family Prodigies Xiao Kuangyun and Han Qianchi, who were huddled in the deepest part of the crevice, were making even uglier displays.

Xiao Kuangyun was pressed entirely against the cold bone wall, his legs as soft as noodles, unable to stand; he relied on his back to stay upright and not slide to the ground.

His face was as white as paper, his lips trembling, unable to say a single word.

Han Qianchi was even more pathetic; he hugged his knees and curled into a ball, his body shaking as if electrocuted, the blood-written IOU in his arms crumpled into a mess.

They could not see Lin Qi.

But they could feel him.

They felt that in that thick, impenetrable darkness, countless eyes were staring at them.

Every pair of eyes was filled with mockery and cold killing intent.

This feeling was ten thousand times more terrifying than a monster rushing out directly.

The unknown is what tortures people the most.

In a frontal assault, if you die, you die—a clean break.

But now, they were like mice trapped in a cage, while outside the cage, a cat was leisurely sharpening its claws, considering which one to bite first.

Every second of waiting was a form of torture.

"Come out! You motherfucker, come out!"

The Scar-faced Leader roared at the darkness, his voice becoming high-pitched and shrill due to fear.

"What kind of thing hides its head and shows its tail! If you have the guts, come out and fight me one-on-one!"

He wanted to use his voice to embolden himself, and also to force that ghost-like fellow out.

However, the only response was deathly silence.

There wasn't even an echo.

That darkness seemed capable of swallowing everything, including sound, light, and even life.

Cold sweat streamed down the Scar-faced Leader's forehead like rain.

His palms were full of sweat, and he could barely hold the hilt of his blade.

Just when everyone's nerves were stretched to the limit, about to snap.

Clatter.

A fist-sized stone, from somewhere unknown, rolled down along the rock wall at the top of the crevice.

The stone was small, and the sound was very light.

But in this deathly quiet environment, this light sound was as piercing as a thunderclap right next to the ear.

"Ah!"

A Li Family Death Warrior whose sanity was on the verge of collapse lost control on the spot.

It didn't even see what it was; it raised the short blade in its hand and slashed wildly in the direction the sound came from.

"There! He is there!"

It screamed like a madman while slashing.

Its actions were like pressing a switch.

A chain reaction erupted instantly.

"Kill! Kill him!"

"Don't come over! I'll kill you!"

The remaining Li Family Death Warriors also went crazy; they couldn't distinguish where the enemy was, only knowing to wave their weapons wildly, attacking the surrounding darkness, the air, and the directions where their own people might be.

The defensive circle, which had some semblance of order, instantly turned into a farce of mutual slaughter.

Blade light flashed chaotically, and fierce winds whistled.

They had lost their footing themselves.

And at this very moment.

A shadow, like a wisp of non-existent green smoke, flashed through the most chaotic gap in their defensive circle.

It was so fast that no one saw it clearly.

In Lin Qi's hand, a weapon had appeared at some point.

It was not a knife, nor a sword.

It was a pale white bone blade about half a meter long, ground out of the leg bone of some giant beast, with a natural curve to the edge and extremely sharp.

He had made it casually in the pile of bones just a moment ago.

Cold light flashed.

A Li Family Death Warrior who was waving its short blade suddenly stopped.

A thin red line appeared on its neck.

It didn't even feel pain, just felt its neck was a bit cool.

It lowered its head, wanting to see what was going on.

Then, it saw its own chest.

Fresh blood sprayed out from that red line, like a small fountain.

Its strength drained away along with the blood, and the short blade in its hand clattered to the ground.

Lin Qi's figure had already vanished back into the darkness before it fell.

He didn't take away a single cloud, leaving only a corpse that was turning cold.

"Old Nine! Old Nine, what happened to you!"

A nearby companion noticed something was wrong and just shouted once.

Lin Qi's figure had already appeared in another corner of the battle circle.

The bone blade swept past silently.

Another Li Family Death Warrior clutched its throat, eyes wide, body convulsing as it fell.

Harvesting.

This was a silent harvest.

Lin Qi was like a farmer taking a stroll in his own wheat field, leisurely, with elegant movements; every time he swung the bone blade in his hand, it took away a living life.

And those so-called Li Family Death Warriors were just wheat ripened in the field, unable to do anything but passively wait for the sickle to fall.

"No... don't..."

"Where is he? Where is he!"

"Devil! This is a devil!"

Panic spread completely.

When the third and fourth corpses fell one after another, the remaining Li Family Death Warriors finally reacted.

They stopped their chaotic attacks, watching in horror as their companions died one by one, yet they couldn't even touch the enemy's shadow.

The Scar-faced Leader's mental defenses collapsed completely at this moment.

He looked at that elusive shadow, looked at that pale bone blade, and looked at his men falling like grass being mowed.

He finally deeply realized what kind of "existence that should not be provoked" that Family Head Li Qingcang spoke of actually was.

That was not a human.

That was an ancient god or demon wearing human skin.

That was Death walking on earth.

He threw away the short blade in his hand.

Weapons had no meaning anymore; in front of this existence, any defense was a joke.

His legs went soft, and he knelt on the ground, facing that thickest darkness, using all his strength to kowtow on the ground full of broken bones.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"I was wrong! My Lord! I was wrong!"

"Please spare me! I'm just someone taking money to do a job! I don't want to die!"

He kowtowed while crying and begging for mercy.

However, Lin Qi did not give him any chance.

He never had any pity for enemies.

A finger-wind, condensed to the extreme, shot out silently from the darkness.

Puff.

A light sound.

In the very center of the Scar-faced Leader's forehead, a blood hole the size of a finger appeared, penetrating through from front to back.

His crying and shouting stopped abruptly, his body convulsed twice, and he fell straight backward, his eyes still wide open, filled with terror that hadn't had time to dissipate.

With the fall of the Li Family Death Warrior leader, this one-sided slaughter also came to an end.

In the entire crevice, only those few noble family Prodigies, including Xiao Kuangyun, were left, all trembling into a ball.

They watched helplessly as the last Li Family Death Warrior fell into a pool of blood.

Xiao Kuangyun's mind was blank; he looked at that darkness, as if seeing an expressionless Devil King walking towards him step by step.

That fear, deep into the bone marrow, completely crushed his last bit of dignity.

His knees went soft, and without any warning, he knelt down.

Facing the darkness that had swallowed everyone, he let out a desperate scream with a hoarse, distorted voice.

"Don't kill me! I surrender! I'll give you everything!"

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