All Gods: Starting with Two Families

Chapter 71 War of the Demon Gods”Hahaha! It’s useless! My Maw-Devourer Demons are the natural enemies of elements! Your tricks are ineffective against me! Fool!”

The Demon God’s shock and anger instantly turned into even more arrogant triumph and mockery.

Woo—!

A dull and evil horn blast sounded from the other end of the passage!

With the sound of the horn, all the demons’ eyes instantly turned crimson, their bodies swelling like they were being inflated, muscles bulging, and their strength surging!

They roared excitedly and began to violently break free from the shackles of the elemental traps!

And in the passage, the second wave of demons had already begun to pour in!

”Feel the true power of demons! Your Divine Realm will be completely destroyed today!” The Demon God was full of self-satisfaction, as if victory was already in his grasp.

Zhou Zheng’s heart sank.

The elemental attacks had little effect, the traps were about to be broken, and the enemy’s second wave had arrived... the situation deteriorated instantly!

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing all panic and calculation. A never-before-felt desire for savagery and slaughter, originating from the deepest part of his Orc Bloodline, suddenly overwhelmed his usual rationality!

Calm down? No! Release!

”Since elements don’t work...”

Zhou Zheng’s Divine Thought was like a cold blade, sweeping across the entire battlefield, finally turning into a cruel and violent roar: ”Then it’s hand-to-hand combat! Racial True Form, transform! All troops, form ranks! Crush them!!”

Screech—!!!

The Feathered Serpent True Form descended once more!

But this time, its magnificent scaled feathers seemed to be covered in a layer of blood-light, and its majestic pupils burned with the most primitive flames of slaughter!

At the same time, the Blood Patterns on the bodies of all the Snakemen, Eagle People, Nagas, and even the surviving new-generation Giant Mermen shone more brightly than ever before!

Relying on their Physical Bodies, which had been strengthened to the limit by the Blood Qi Refinement Method, they crashed into the demon legion like a giant flesh-and-blood millstone!

The battlefield instantly turned into the most brutal meat grinder!

Sharp claws tore through the demons’ tough skin, fangs bit through their throats, and battle-axes split their skulls!

The demons’ claws and teeth also tore through the bodies of the followerss, with lava-like blood splashing everywhere along with azure and bright red blood!

Zhou Zheng had completely lost himself in the killing!

He discarded all subtle calculations and fully immersed himself in the flow of commanding this bloody melee.

Under his will, the four types of followerss interlocked like precision Gears, alternating between offense and defense, covering each other, and bringing the advantages of legion warfare to the extreme!

On the demon side, although their individual strength was greater, they were naturally chaotic and lacked discipline, often fighting individually and even accidentally injuring their companions in their frenzy.

Despite their great power, they were sliced, surrounded, and devoured bit by bit in the face of Zhou Zheng’s cold and efficient military formation!

”No! How is this possible?! These low-level creatures... their formation! No! My legion, don’t lose your composure, you fools!”

The Demon God’s triumph had long since vanished, his Divine Thought filled with shock, anger, disbelief, and a trace of gradually spreading panic!

The attrition continued, with followerss and demons falling every second.

But the scales of victory had already begun to tip toward Zhou Zheng’s side, which was well-organized and resolute!

Finally, when the scarred claws of the Feathered Serpent True Form brutally tore apart the last demon trying to pounce on the blue crystal, the entire battlefield briefly fell into a dead silence.

Only severed limbs, flowing blood, and heavy panting remained.

”No... this is impossible... how could I... lose to an Orc...”

The Demon God’s Divine Thought was filled with extreme resentment, malice, and fear, finally coming to an abrupt end with the sound of its Core Crystal shattering.

Zhou Zheng stood dazed within the Temple Crystal, looking down at the blood-stained, Hell-like battlefield through the eyes of the Feathered Serpent True Form, the thick smell of blood seemingly lingering at the tip of his nose.

His long-held caution and rationality seemed to have been completely washed away at this moment, leaving only the void after primitive slaughter and... a strange throb.

It wasn’t until the cold, ruthless prompt from the Bloody Arena sounded again, announcing his victory in the second battle, that he was jolted out of this state.

[Bloody Arena, Second Match, Victory.]