At this moment.
Red Ling, the demigod, saw Si Mian Fo being sent flying and shouted, "You beast, don't hurt him!"
Before her spear could be raised, a red-horned demon slowly flew over.
"Red Jade Clan? Long time no see!"
"You are..."
"I am from the Red Sheep Demon Clan. I've heard your Red Jade Clan is skilled in controlling flames. How about a spar with me?"
Hong Ling immediately recalled this clan; she had fought their demons before.
Suddenly, a series of lights flashed in the Red Sheep Demon's hand, emitting flames that were so dark they were almost black.
The Red Sheep Demon chuckled, "This flame is taken from the Underworld Flame Demon Domain, named Flame Demon Fire. Its function is very simple!"
"This fire possesses extreme heat and can incinerate everything!"
"Go!"
The next moment!
The blackish-red flames erupted from his palm.
As soon as the flames appeared, the air warped, and the surrounding temperature surged.
The trees on the island below instantly ignited.
Not only that, but even the distant seawater evaporated, creating a hazy landscape.
Seeing this, Red Ling, the demigod, dared not underestimate it. She raised the flames in her hand.
Flames appeared and formed in her palm, weaving into streams of light.
Finally, a giant net of flames took shape.
"Thousand Colors Divine Fire Net, it can capture flames!"
"Go!"
Instantly, the Divine Fire Net flew from her palm towards the Flame Demon Fire, intending to capture it.
Boom!
The two collided. The powerful heat of the Flame Demon Fire, upon contact with the Divine Fire Net, began to dissipate each other.
Red Ling was slightly startled, "Such potent flames, able to withstand our clan's secret technique."
The Red Sheep Demon was also surprised, his eyes narrowing, "Your clan is stronger than before! However, the stronger you are, the more interested I become."
"Hahaha!!! Then let's fight up close! Let me show you the physical might of a demon!"
"Flame Demon Possession! Combat Arts of Strength!"
Rumble!!
A blurry phantom of a Flame Demon appeared above his head and a whoosh entered his body, enveloping him in a light of black and red flames.
He had changed his appearance, much like the Black Lizard Demon, shrouded in a glow of flames.
Seeing this, Red Ling, the demigod, summoned her spear. Her wings fluttered lightly, and she instantly moved a thousand meters away.
But in the next moment, the Red Sheep Demon was right behind her.
"Combat Arts of Strength: Burning Fist!"
"Die, human!"
Rumble!!
A punch came, carrying extreme heat that distorted the air.
Red Ling was terrified and blocked with her spear.
Instantly, countless flames wove together to form a wall of fire.
Boom!
The Red Sheep Demon grinned and punched the wall of fire, piercing through it.
Red Ling couldn't dodge in time and was sent flying tens of miles away, landing in the sea.
This scene caught everyone off guard.
Had Red Ling, the demigod, lost so quickly?
Whether it was the people present or those watching on screen, they were stunned.
Was the gap between demigods this vast?
"It's over, and there's still one more demon who hasn't attacked."
"Oh no, that Red Sheep Demon is charging over."
"Red Ling, the demigod, dodge quickly, hurry!"
"Please, don't die, I beg the heavens, please protect Red Ling, the demigod."
"That's right, her life has been smooth sailing, how can she face such hardship?"
"Sarcastic people, please shut up!"
"I won't shut up, what can you do? Haha, since they're all going to die anyway, Si Mian Fo is being dominated by the Black Lizard Demon, with no power to fight back, and Red Ling, the demigod, is also being beaten."
"Tell me, is there any hope left?"
"Even if we all die, so what? You can't defame our heroes."
"Heh, naive fools, they're going to die, what's wrong with a few snide remarks?"
"Exactly, since they're going to die anyway, can they still turn the tide?"
As more and more despairing voices rose, the feeling of hopelessness grew stronger.
Many fell into a panic, complaining about their lives and viewing the future pessimistically.
At this moment, they could no longer see the light ahead.
To some who still clung to victory, they were a hindrance, a disgrace!
However, even they had to admit in their hearts that the hope of victory was fading.
Even the Elder and others fell silent.
Mu Ling'er, leading the Spirit Tribe, found the Elder and slammed the table, shouting, "We want to leave!"
The Elder remained silent, not saying a word.
Mu Ling'er took his silence as consent and turned to leave.
The Elder watched their retreating backs and softly said, "The Sword God has arrived!"
As soon as he spoke, they all paused visibly and immediately stopped.
Mu Ling'er turned back, her voice trembling, and asked, "Has he really come?"
Just as the Elder was about to nod, a person appeared beside him.
This person wore a green robe, had sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, a stern expression, and held a blood-red sword in his hand. It was the Sword God himself.
"Spirit Tribe!"
"You are still the same as you were in the past, like your Mother Tree, timid, cowardly, and lacking in righteousness!"
The Sword God said coldly.
The members of the Spirit Tribe glared at him, but facing the Sword God, and with their Mother Tree not present, they lacked the courage to retort. The words at their lips were swallowed back.
Finally, Mu Ling'er snorted, "Since His Excellency the Sword God has arrived, there may be a turning point in this battle. We agree to stay."
"Furthermore, our Spirit Tribe is not a timid race, but a race of reason! I request His Excellency the Sword God to retract what you just said!"
Mu Ling'er raised her delicate face slightly, her expression stubborn.
The Sword God did not look at her, treating her as if she were invisible. He walked past her, carrying his sword.
"What I said is not wrong! What can you do to me?"
As his words fell, a sword light flashed, and the Sword God vanished into a beam of light.
Mu Ling'er stood on the spot, stunned, looking at the three long strands of blue hair that fell on her head, her face filled with shock.
She murmured to herself, "Such speed!"
She picked up the three strands of blue hair and said softly, "Do you mean that there's no second chance, but no third chance?"
She looked at the minister beside her and said, "So, I have one more chance to defy him, is that what you mean?"
The minister wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, speechless.
He thought to himself, 'Your inner monologue is too rich!'
However, he dared not disobey his sovereign and said, "Your Majesty, you may try."
Mu Ling'er pondered, "Yes, the next time I see him, I will try."
Another minister, hearing this, trembled nervously and quickly advised:
"Your Majesty, the urgent matter now is to eliminate the demons. Our Spirit Tribe Island is only a little over two thousand miles away. If the demons spread, our Spirit Tribe will also be subjected to their disaster!"
Mu Ling'er nodded, "Yes, you are right!"
The Elder now had a poor impression of the Spirit Tribe and looked at them coldly.
"As a gesture of apology, our Spirit Tribe is willing to go to the front lines to resist the demons. We ask for the Elder's consent!" Mu Ling'er noticed and said, cupping her hands.
The Elder's expression softened slightly upon hearing this, "Then we shall trouble everyone from the Spirit Tribe!"
"Farewell!" Mu Ling'er cupped her hands in farewell and led her people towards the front lines.
...
Suddenly!
A sword light pierced through the void!
A colossal sword shadow, spanning ten thousand meters and reaching the heavens, descended from the sky.
The Green Snake Demon looked up at the giant sword's silhouette and murmured:
"You, you've finally arrived~"