322: Beg for mercy? You might as well just die!

For a moment, the scene was deathly silent.

The ground was covered with the mangled remains of Demonic Evils, and blood gathered into streams that flowed slowly.

The air was thick with a nauseating stench of blood and the aura of Demonic Evils.

However, amidst this hellish scene...

That figure in casual clothes remained spotless, as if the massacre just now had nothing to do with him.

Seeing this scene, the entire place was instantly shocked!

The Human Allied Forces were stunned, everyone frozen in place as if a collective immobilization spell had been cast on them.

When they had previously seen the Demonic Evils suddenly change tactics and lunge toward them recklessly...

Alarm bells rang in their hearts, and everyone had instantly pushed their spiritual power to the limit!

They had already gathered powerful spiritual energy, with various colored lights swirling around their bodies.

Sword Qi, Buddha's Light, Daoist Rhyme, Protective Aura... all defensive and offensive measures were ready, prepared for a bitter battle.

As a result—

The moment Chen Nian made his move.

Those thousands of Blood-colored Silk Threads wove into a net, sweeping across like the scythe of the Grim Reaper.

The overwhelming wave of Demonic Evils hit it like they had run into an invisible meat grinder.

Amidst several dense, scalp-numbing cutting sounds, they turned into a rain of blood and minced meat, splashing onto the ground.

The battle had ended before it even began.

Throughout the entire process, he only waved a hand and hadn't even moved his feet half a step!

Their Sword Formations, Talismans, and Protective Aura didn't even have a chance to be used.

"This... it's over just like that?"

A Spiritual Energy Bureau Agent murmured to himself, his voice dry.

"I thought it would be a bitter battle; I was already prepared to fight to the death..."

Fairy Ling Shuang's eyes were wide open, her cold face filled with disbelief.

The Sword Qi condensed on her long sword slowly dissipated:

"But by Special Commissioner Chen's side, we don't even... have a chance to act."

Sword Without Trace took a deep breath, looking at Chen Nian's calm back, the admiration in his eyes turning into a nearly pious awe:

"Special Commissioner Chen is indeed... unfathomable!"

"Strong enemies annihilated with a wave of a hand; such means are beyond our comprehension."

Old Daoist Zhang Mingyuan's face was filled with admiration and shock:

"This old Daoist has practiced for many years and considers himself to have seen many big scenes, but someone like Senior Chen, who treats thousands of troops as nothing and annihilates strong enemies with a wave of a hand..."

"Is unheard of and never before seen!"

For a moment, the whole place was in shock, with everyone talking at once.

"He actually used only one move... to crush hundreds of Demonic Evils?!"

"There were at least dozens of Seventh-Order, and even Eighth-Order Commanders! Just like that... gone?"

"In front of Special Commissioner Chen, these Demonic Evils are simply like paper!"

"I was just standing ready, and as a result... before the battle even started, Special Commissioner Chen cleared all the Demonic Evils by himself..."

"With Special Commissioner Chen here, we are basically just here to watch the battle..."

For a time, everyone was shocked beyond measure.

Their impression of Chen Nian had completely shifted from "powerful Senior" and "guardian god of the dragon country"...

To "a True God walking among mortals" and an "incomprehensible supreme existence"!

It wasn't just the Human Allied Forces.

There were also some Demonic Evils who survived because they neither dared to flee nor dared to resist in the slightest.

Flee? How would they dare to flee?

Those of their kin who tried to escape earlier were either turned to ash by heavenly thunder, had their Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering by sound waves, or were cut into pieces by Blood-colored Silk Threads!

Resist? They didn't dare to at all!

Even the vast army led by Eighth-Order Commanders was like clay chickens and pottery dogs before Chen Nian.

What could these remnants like them do to resist?

At this moment, they were scared to the point of Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, their hearts and galls splitting with fear!

The Demonic Evils were also full of terror, whispering among themselves:

"A devil... he is definitely an ancient demon god from the deepest part of Hell in disguise..."

"What kind of existence did we provoke? Even the Magic Formation set up by the Lord could do nothing to him..."

"Fleeing is death, and resisting is also death... what should we do?"

"I don't want to die... I really don't want to die..."

They had completely broken down and didn't dare to flee at all.

At this moment, besides trembling, they didn't even dare to move.

For fear that a tiny movement would anger the god of slaughter before them and bring about their demise.

However, just at this moment of extreme tension and deathly silence—

"Thud!"

A dull sound of kneeling broke the silence.

It was the only surviving Eighth-Order Commander.

A Demonic Evil four meters tall, covered in dark purple scales, actually had its knees go weak and knelt heavily on the ground!

Its hideous head was pressed firmly into the thick pool of blood, its voice trembling violently from extreme fear.

It wailed hoarsely:

"Great... Great Lord! Mercy! Mercy!"

"We know we were wrong! We will never dare to be your enemy again!"

"We... we can lead the way for you! We know the layout of all the traps in Soul Burial Valley, and the specific location of the Lord of Curses' Ritual Core! We only beg you to spare our lives!"

These words were like flipping a switch.

"Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!"

The sounds of kneeling joined together!

The nearly hundred remaining Demonic Evils around, whether Sixth-Order or Seventh-Order, all followed suit.

Like piles of mud, they collapsed and knelt on the ground, kowtowing frantically in Chen Nian's direction!

"Great Lord, mercy! We are also willing to lead the way!"

"We were forced! We didn't want to be your enemy at all!"

"As long as you don't kill us, we are willing to do anything! We'll sign a Soul Contract and be your slaves forever!"

"We beg of you! Give us a way to live!"

Pleading, crying, and the sound of kowtowing rang out together, a display of utter wretchedness, as humble as ants.

However, how could Chen Nian give them such a chance?

He only slightly turned his head, glancing at those Demonic Evils kneeling and begging for mercy out of the corner of his eye.

A corner of his mouth curled into an unmasked sneer of contempt.

"Lead the way?"

"I never need a guide to slay demons."

His voice was calm, yet it carried a chill that could freeze the Soul:

"Traps?"

"Do you think those things are actually useful against me?"

He paused, his tone full of playfulness and disdain:

"As for begging for mercy."

"From the moment you stepped into this realm and slaughtered humans, your fate was already sealed."

"Now, you can just die obediently."

As soon as he finished speaking—

Chen Nian didn't even bother to look at them again.

He simply raised his right hand casually, palm up, with his fingers slightly spread.

"Whoosh—!!!"

Heaven-Burning Flame, activate!

The dark red Demonic Flames were like world-ending fires erupting from the depths of Hell.

They burst forth from his palm!

In an instant, they turned into a towering sea of fire.

Like a living crimson beast, it swept toward the group of kneeling Demonic Evils!