Everyone Wants To Pamper The Lucky Daughter
/ Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter Chapter 1365
Chapter 1365: Chapter 1352: Battle with the Demon Lord, An Old Rival Has Arrived_1 Chapter 1365: Chapter 1352: Battle with the Demon Lord, An Old Rival Has Arrived_1 Layers upon layers of dark clouds rolled in from all directions, covering the sky like spilled ink.
In an instant, the world became pitch black, with darkness so thick one could not see their own fingers in front of them.
A thunderstorm appeared out of nowhere, amid flying sand and debris carrying destructive power, it engulfed everything in its path.
Ghostly wails and wolf howls echoed in the distance.
Demon Soldiers who had just traveled through the Spirit Realm were terrified by the thunderstorm's unparalleled power, and fled in panic, clutching their heads.
“Roar!”
The Thunder Dragon emerged with a world-shaking roar, its tail wrapped in lightning, sweeping away thousands of soldiers.
“Ahh!”
Demon Soldiers fell in large groups, struck by lightning, continuously twitching on the ground.
“Huff.”
Tianhuo transformed into an immense Flame Doll, spewing Thunderbolt Fire, causing the Demon Soldiers to scream incessantly.
“Wind, come forth!”
Tianfeng waved his right hand, countless Wind Blades spun quickly with a whistling sound, tearing the Demon Soldiers to shreds.
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“Master, the Demon Race general leading this invasion is Demon Lord Mo Luo.”
Little Kingfisher secretly spied and communicated with its Master.
“Mo Luo, huh.”
Lin Qingluo's eyes deepened, and a cold smile hooked at the corner of his lips, “Yin'er, our old rival has come, how should we welcome him?”
“Since he has come, there is no need for him to return.”
Mo Luo was one of the Three Great Demon Lords who besieged them during the Great War of Immortals and Demons.
Little Kingfisher harbored deep hatred for him, wishing to skin him alive and cut his tendons to vent its deep hatred.
“Well said.”
Lin Qingluo's gaze was sharp, showing his domineering nature: “The Human Realm is not a place where he can come and go as he pleases. The Western Region Wildlands shall be his burial ground.”
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“Lord Demon Lord, we have been deceived, fallen into a trap set by the humans, and suffered heavy casualties.”
The Seven Kills Formation showed its might, causing countless casualties among the Demon Soldiers. The remaining Demon Soldiers and Demon Generals showed fear in their eyes, instinctively huddling closer to Mo Luo.
“What is there to be afraid of, a bunch of cowards.”
Cang Ming kicked the Demon Soldier in front of him in anger, sending him flying ten meters away. Still unsatisfied, he flicked his whip and struck another terrified Demon Soldier.
Two Demon Soldiers cried miserably as they fell to the ground, ignoring their pain and forcing themselves to stand up, not daring to stand beside Cang Ming again.
“Cang Ming, stop fooling around. You are the Second Prince of the Demon Race. How can you wantonly slaughter your own soldiers?”
Mo Luo glared at him displeasedly, then raised his head, his dark gaze locked onto a certain spot in the void.
“They are just a group of ants. Their lives and deaths are controlled by me, crushing them is as easy as crushing an ant for me.”
Cang Ming had a bellyful of nefarious anger, and stubbornly butted heads with Mo Luo.
“Fool.”}
Mo Luo cursed under his breath, suddenly his pupils constricted, and he shuddered as if he had seen a ghost. He exclaimed incredulously, “Immortal Monarch Si Ye, you're not dead?”
“That's right, I'm not dead.”
Lin Qingluo transformed into his past self, wearing a red robe and a silver helmet, as he emerged from the void. His sharp gaze locked onto Mo Luo.
“How is that possible?”
Mo Luo could hardly believe it: “I saw with my own eyes your immortal body fall and turn into ashes. How could you be resurrected?”
“Mo Luo, die!”
Lin Qingluo did not waste words with him, holding the Divine Sword and pointing directly at his heart.
“Hmph! If you want my life, come and take it.”
Mo Luo gathered his energy, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
“Accept your fate!”
Lin Qingluo's eyes were as cold as ice, a Goddess-like appearance rose behind him. Holding the Heaven-Unveiling Giant Sword, with an unstoppable force like millions of thunderbolts, he struck down at Mo Luo's head.
“You haven't changed after dying once. I'll let you die again.”
With hatred in his heart, Mo Luo transformed in an instant, becoming a giant mountain-sized being with a fierce and terrifying appearance. He swung his Demonic Hammer to smash the Heaven-Unveiling Giant Sword.
Chapter end
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