After Escaping From Death, He Went Even Crazier By Criticizing Black Lotus Chapter 11

Chapter 11 The Demon Lord’s Hunt Begins: Run, Run as Far as You Can…

In the endless abyss, chaotic sounds—clamor, cries, the clash of weapons—spread like a plague, slowly eroding everything around them. Consequently, the entire secret realm began to echo with sounds of fighting, the tearing of flesh by demonic beasts, and continuous, desperate wails.

The sky darkened, as if losing all color.

Just then, a bare foot stepped out of the abyss, followed by a voice so beautiful it was almost seductive: “Oh? There are living people here?”

The newcomer looked neither fully male nor female, possessing a face of intoxicating, deadly beauty. In their hand, they toyed with six golden leaves, each inscribed with one character: “Greed, Anger, Ignorance, Obsession, Love, Hatred, Desire.” They floated in the air, radiating golden light, sometimes soaring like wild geese, sometimes clustering like flowers.

Jiang Fei abruptly took a step back, his expression utterly terrified. He opened his mouth, and it took a long time for the words to emerge: “…It’s the Tome of Forgotten Evil!”

Su Huan’s pupils constricted: “He is the Demon Lord…”

Hearing this, the extremely alluring face slowly bloomed into a smile that was soul-stirring and heart-stopping. He chuckled lightly, saying, “I didn’t expect that after ten thousand years, the reputation this Lord left among the immortal sects still persists.”

Nangong Yi staggered for a moment, then quickly sobered up and shouted, “Don’t look at him! He will confuse your mind!”

Qi Zi’s expression was glazed over, and he involuntarily took a step forward. Fortunately, Meng Qinghui was not affected by the enchantment and pulled him back in time.

While Su Huan was in a daze, someone pinched him hard, and he instantly snapped back to awareness. He realized the person was Xiao Jianming, whose eyes held a look of mockery, seemingly saying, “With this little bit of strength, you want to be the number one person? Overestimating yourself.” After that brief glance, Xiao Jianming turned his head away.

Su Huan pursed his lips. Suddenly, Meng Qinghui’s voice transmission entered his mind: The Demon Lord is here in person. This disaster is beyond our ability to stop. We must quickly inform the Immortal Venerables. Do any of you have a way to communicate externally?

Su Huan was stunned for a moment and hesitated: This secret realm was formed from an ancient ruin, originally intended as a trial for those ascending to immortality. Although it is not what it once was, the spiritual laws operating within it were created by Divine Venerables tens of thousands of years ago. No one can break them…

Hua Wuyou was frantic: Why are you rambling about this? Get to the point!

Su Huan paused, but Xiao Jianming preempted him: You can’t get out. You can only wait for the one-month period to end, allowing the secret realm to open automatically.

Jiang Fei looked despairing: It’s all your Xuanji Sect’s fault for insisting on choosing this secret realm for some ridiculous trial. Why couldn’t you just follow the Jianqing Sect and hold a simple, brutal competition? Now look, we’re all going to be finished!

While they were transmitting messages, an endless army of demons appeared behind the Demon Lord. Although the horde of demons stared at the people present like hungry wolves, none dared to move without his command.

The Demon Lord ignored them, turning instead to gently gather the remains of the demonic cultivator who had sacrificed himself for the array. He sighed regretfully, “One demon dies, ten thousand demons rise. Your merit will be immortalized. I will engrave it upon the Monument of Heroes.”

The demon army behind him also bowed their heads in silent mourning.

How ridiculous. They were demons, yet they were imitating mortals by erecting a Monument of Heroes.

The moment this thought arose in Qi Zi’s mind, the Demon Lord instantly looked at him. The young man was struck and sent flying, only managing to stop dozens of miles away.

The cold, beautiful blood-red eyes slowly swept over the crowd, who were on high alert. The Demon Lord looked at the dazzling golden Cloud Ranking in the sky and laughed aloud, saying, “In the past, that old thief Feng Qing sealed us into the Barren Realm, allowing the disciples of the immortal sects to slaughter and abuse us at will…”

“Now, in this situation, it is only fitting that you all taste the despair of being turtles in a jar.”

The hearts of the crowd jolted with alarm, and then they heard the endless demon army raise their spears and shout, “Kill them! Kill them!”

The expressions of the few cultivators changed simultaneously. Meng Qinghui gritted his teeth, summoning an immortal artifact that should not have appeared in the Immortal Sect Assembly trial grounds to shield the eight people. He shouted, “I’ll send you away!”

The Demon Lord smiled softly.

“Run, run as far as you can.”

“That way, the hunting game will be much more interesting.”