59: Chapter 59 A Complete Retreat! Demon Emperor Baal: My Race Has Reached the Moment of Survival! (Revised)

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In the Demon Realm World, a secret high-level virtual space known as the "Liberty Beacon Council Chamber."

Beside a cold metal round table.

Chiba Shuichi was slumped in his chair like a pile of mud, his eyes vacant. His former high-and-mighty swordsman persona was shattered so thoroughly it couldn't be pieced back together.

Even the hand he used to hold his teacup was trembling now.

It was clear that he had been traumatized by that Huaxia player with the ID "Qing Feng," developing a complete phobia of Huaxia.

Min Se-hun paced irritably nearby, his eyes filled with a madness born of terror.

"Revenge! I want him dead!" Min Se-hun slammed a fist onto the table. "Even if I have to gamble our entire nation's destiny, we must kill him before the National War!"

Chiba Shuichi's face was full of bitterness, his voice sounding like he had sand caught in his throat. "Revenge? How the hell are you going to get revenge?"

"His damage output in a single second is tens of thousands of times more than the total damage our two guilds have dealt in our entire lives!"

"The Beacon Country's luck has run out. That person from Huaxia is the true master of Blue Star."

Chiba Shuichi gave a desperate, miserable laugh. "Just admit defeat. If we kneel and beg for peace now, maybe we can save a main city from being razed to the ground."

"Impossible!" Min Se-hun shrieked, his voice cracking. "I refuse to believe there's a god in this world without a weakness!"

Just as he finished speaking, the data above the council chamber suddenly distorted.

A holographic projection of Wilson, the Supreme Commander of the Beacon Country, descended onto the main seat with a boom.

With blonde hair and blue eyes, his gaze was sinister as he looked down upon the two beaten dogs.

"Two absolute idiots."

Wilson started with a direct verbal assault. "The Beacon Country feeds you trillions in resources every year, and this is the performance you give me in return?"

"Hundreds of top-tier experts, slaughtered like dogs by a Huaxia junior who only awakened a few days ago!"

"Pure, unadulterated trash!"

Chiba Shuichi and Min Se-hun's faces turned the color of pig liver, yet they didn't dare to utter a single word of protest.

Wilson leaned on the table with both hands, his massive aura suppressing the two of them. "Listen up! I am now issuing a supreme command, to be executed unconditionally!"

"Take your most trusted subordinates to the Northern Abyss Forbidden Zone and contact the high-ranking members of the Abyss Demon Race for me!"

As soon as these words were spoken...

Chiba Shuichi's eyes nearly popped out of his head. Min Se-hun was petrified on the spot.

The Abyss Demon Race?!

They were the mortal enemies who had slaughtered 60% of the human population and triggered the Great Cataclysm!

"Your Excellency Commander..." Chiba Shuichi's voice trembled. "This... this is a crime against humanity! How can we become traitors to our race?"

Min Se-hun swallowed hard as well. "If word of this gets out, we'll be nailed to the pillar of shame for generations to come!"

"Put away your pathetic hypocrisy!" Wilson sneered repeatedly.

"History is only written by the winners who survive!"

"As long as we can use the Abyss as a blade to exhaust Huaxia's national fortune and tear that kid named Qing Feng into pieces!"

"I will still be the one calling the shots on this chessboard called Blue Star!"

"Handle this cleanly. If you mess up, I'll cut off your relief supplies tomorrow and throw the ledgers of your embezzled military funds into the Blue Star Council!"

"When that happens, I guarantee you'll have to stand in line just to die!"

*Whoosh!* The holographic projection dissipated into specks of light.

Inside the council chamber, it was so deathly silent that one could hear heartbeats.

Chiba Shuichi slumped back into his chair, clutching his hair in agony, his eyes reflecting a fierce internal struggle.

Standing in the shadows, Min Se-hun's initial fear was gradually replaced by a desperate malice.

He walked over and patted Chiba Shuichi on the shoulder.

"Stop acting like a saint." Min Se-hun's voice was tinged with a venomous coldness. "Someone is already shitting on our heads; do you really care who handed them the knife?"

Chiba Shuichi looked ashen-faced, unable to move his legs in the snow.

"What are you standing there for? Do you dare to defy Wilson's orders?" Min Se-hun gnashed his teeth, his eyes showing the madness of a man at the end of his rope.

Exiting the Demon Realm and returning to the real world.

The wind and snow cut like knives. The two of them braved the blizzard, trudging deeper with uneven steps.

This was the Winter Demon Abyss, the most terrifying frigid land in the Northern Border.

Over twenty years ago, the Abyss Demon Race was defeated by human ancestors and retreated here, personally designating this place as an absolute forbidden zone.

The temperature here remained at minus one hundred degrees year-round; an ordinary person stepping in would instantly be frozen into an ice sculpture.

At the end of the wind and snow, a throne forged from ten thousand tons of black ice towered high.

The Abyssal Demon Emperor, Baal, sat upon the black ice throne.

His massive body was hidden in the darkness, with only two clusters of crimson flames flickering eerily in his eye sockets.

Min Se-hun fell to his knees on the ice with a "thud," his knees cracking the ice layer. "Respected Demon Emperor, a terrifying anomaly has appeared in Huaxia! Our two nations are willing to act as Your Majesty's insiders; we implore you to take action..."

"Begone."

The bone-chilling voice blasted directly into the depths of their souls.

Baal didn't even bother to move a finger.

A violent turbulence of laws instantly tore through the void and slammed hard into their chests.

*Bang!*

Like kites with broken strings, the two were instantly sent flying back thousands of kilometers, coughing up blood incessantly.

Their health bars evaporated by ninety-nine percent, nearly causing them to drop dead on the spot.

Remember, this was the real world.

If you died, you stayed dead.

"Using this Emperor as a stepping stone?" Baal's voice carried unabashed violence. "Did you really think this Emperor was blind to such a pathetic 'killing with a borrowed knife' scheme?"

The two scrambled out of the snow pit, not daring to utter a single word as they fled in disgrace.

Beside the throne, a demon general clad in a black robe knelt on one knee. "Your Majesty, that Huaxia player named Qing Feng... according to our investigations in the Demon Realm, his talent and class are definitely no lower than World-tier, and may even have reached star-grade."

"I am aware," Baal said, his gaze somber.

"Then our plan..."

"Order the front lines: a full retreat! Seal all entrances to the Winter Demon Abyss and enter a phase of biding our time."

Baal commanded coldly, his voice devoid of any emotion.

The demon general beside him jerked his head up, his face full of horror.

"Retreat?!"

Sixty years ago, the Abyss descended, and humanity became food.

It wasn't until thirty years ago, with the reconstruction of laws, that humanity awakened and began their counterattack.

Retreating now was equivalent to declaring that the Demon Race's sixty-year invasion had been a total defeat!

"Your Majesty, if we retreat, where will our race's dignity go..."

"If our lives are gone, what use is dignity!" Baal interrupted sharply, a hint of helplessness in his voice. "Even a Level 300 Void Devourer can be evaporated by him in a second! Against such a trans-dimensional monster, anyone who goes will die. The Abyss Demon Race has reached the point where we must prioritize survival."

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Shifting back to the Demon Realm.

Using the myriad realms star plate to teleport, Jiang Feng dropped directly into a Level 310 monster zone—the Bone Sea of Despair.

On the wasteland paved with white bones, a sickly green poisonous miasma drifted.

Herds of ten-meter-tall Skeletal Behemoths were wandering about.

"There are plenty of them; I like this ATM."

Jiang Feng raised the staff of universal collapse and casually unleashed a basic attack.

*Boom!*

A full thirty thousand square meters of void collapsed on the spot.

A torrent of destruction, carrying twenty times true damage, slammed violently into the dense crowd of monsters.