Supreme Emptiness
/ Supreme Emptiness Chapter 632
Chapter 632: Chapter 632 Shame Chapter 632: Chapter 632 Shame The entire hall fell into deadly silence.
The first battle of the Four Outstanding Heroes had ended in such a disastrous defeat?
A nightmare scene from ten years ago had reappeared!
Liu Li was stunned, her gaze somewhat lifeless.
Jiang Fan was right.
They were destined to lose!
Defeat without any dignity!
“Jiang Fan, will we lose?” Liu Li bit her red lips.
She bit so hard that traces of blood appeared on her lips.
Seeing her in such pain, Jiang Fan set down the melon he was holding.
He sighed slightly, “If nothing unexpected happens, we will lose.”
Even the weakest West Monarch had the strength to instantly kill a Hun Yuan.
It was hard to see any hope of victory for the Mainland Demon Race.
“I'll go!”
A cold and composed voice echoed through the grand hall.
It was Shen Tu.
Even in the face of low morale among the demons, he remained calm.
With heavy steps, he walked directly towards Wu Meng.
Wu Meng's expression didn't change as she lifted a hand, sending out a blue stream of water.
With a sharp swoosh–
A shadow flashed behind Shen Tu, and he absorbed all the blue water stream.
Immediately after.
The shadow swung, and the blue water stream returned with even greater speed!
Wu Meng's expression remained indifferent.
From beneath her gray robe, a dense array of tentacles emerged again, shattering the water stream.
But a dark shadow flashed before her eyes.
Shen Tu suddenly appeared in front of Wu Meng as if by instantaneous movement.
At this moment, Wu Meng's expression finally changed slightly, becoming serious.
The tentacles in her bosom surged violently towards Shen Tu.
But Shen Tu's shadow flickered continuously.
Wu Meng's pupils contracted, revealing an expression of pain.
Her tentacles had appeared to be cut off by something in an instant!
Upon closer inspection, there were nine tail-like blades on Shen Tu's back.
After cutting the tentacles, they simultaneously stabbed towards Wu Meng.
Perhaps Wu Meng did not expect that Shen Tu's strength was so far above that of Hun Yuan.
She retreated in a hurry, dodging the strike, then sent out multiple blue water streams.
Shen Tu accelerated towards her, engaging in close combat.
The demons of the Mainland immediately became exuberant!
This Wu Meng was not absolutely invincible after all!
Wasn't she being chased around by Shen Tu?
But.
Just when the Mainland Demon Race thought that a tug-of-war had begun.
An unexpected change occurred.
The tentacles severed and lying on the ground took advantage of Shen Tu's passing.
Without warning, they constricted, binding Shen Tu's legs and waist.
Before Shen Tu could use his tails to cut them off.
Wu Meng, appearing to dodge, was actually laying a trap.
A blue water stream pierced Shen Tu's waist, severely injuring him on the ground!
Wu Meng landed lightly, her expression returning to indifference:
“Next!”
Silence fell again in the Demon Emperor Palace.
All the demons wore grave expressions.
No one had expected Shen Tu, who had the upper hand, to be defeated so suddenly!
Liu Li twisted her hands together, her eyes filled with disbelief.
“She cheated!”
Jiang Fan spoke calmly, “Setting a trap is a common tactic in life-and-death struggles.”
“It's rarely seen in friendly matches.”
“Shen Tu's defeat is not unjust.”
He looked towards Wu Meng with a trace of admiration.
He had thought that she was extremely arrogant and would show many flaws.
Unexpectedly, she had every reason to be arrogant.
To design and defeat Shen Tu despite her evident disadvantages required a lot of combat experience.
At this moment.
The Demon Emperor felt uneasy, looking at the only hope among the Four Outstanding Heroes.
“Mi Long, it's your turn.”
Mi Long nodded lightly, his face emotionless.
He walked quietly towards Wu Meng.
The other three Monarchs, who had been watching the battle calmly, showed slight changes in expression.
Jiu Yu, the South Monarch, furrowed his brow slightly, offering a reminder: “Wu Meng, be cautious of this one.”
“He is different from the other two.”
With their lifelong experience in life-and-death struggles, they had a natural sense of danger.
Mi Long gave them a very different feeling.
Even without their reminder, Wu Meng was already highly cautious, saying:
“I underestimated the Mainland Demon Race.”
“There truly are extraordinary individuals among them in this generation!”
Swoosh–
She promptly summoned the tentacles under her robe for defense.
But in the next moment.
A cold voice emerged beside her ear.
“It's over.”
Wu Meng's pupils contracted! What was going on?
Wasn't Mi Long still walking towards her?
How did he end up behind her?
It was an illusion technique!!
She had fallen for an illusion!
Her heart pounded wildly, and she immediately commanded the tentacles to attack behind her.
But with a soft sound.
A hand pierced through her abdomen.
Wu Meng, who had been ruthless and merciless moments before, was repaid in kind by Mi Long.
Withdrawing his hand, Wu Meng collapsed to the ground as if her strength had been drained away.
“Next!”
This time it was Mi Long who uttered these words!
The demons cheered instantly!
“No wonder he's the leader of the Four Outstanding Heroes, truly extraordinary!”
“We have great hope for this battle!”
“Mi Long is our ultimate weapon!”
Liu Li's face was also filled with joy.
She snorted at Jiang Fan: “Who was it that said the Mainland Demon Race would lose?”
“Just watch!”
“Watch Mi Long defeat the Four Monarchs of North Sea!”
Jiang Fan shook his head slightly: “Mi Long will stop here.”
Liu Li huffed angrily: “You're talking nonsense!”
“Even if the next one is the East Monarch, he won't lose!”
Jiang Fan said nothing more.
In his view, revealing his trump card, the illusion technique, meant Mi Long had lost his qualification to continue fighting.
This technique could only take the enemy by surprise once.
Once the enemy knew, it lost its effect.
Whoosh–
The South Monarch, Jiu Yu, stepped forward.
As he appeared, he released a large amount of purple fog, shrouding the entire platform.
Not only did it conceal his own figure,
but it also effectively prevented Mi Long from using his illusion technique.
What was more troublesome, the purple fog was toxic.
It was unsuitable for prolonged combat within it.
The demons around the scene couldn't see through the purple fog to assess the situation inside.
They could only hear extremely intense battle sounds.
They felt exceedingly anxious.
Finally, after a cup of tea's time.
With a bang, a figure flew out of the purple fog, coughing blood.
It was Mi Long!
His body was tinged with purple, clearly heavily poisoned.
There were also several wounds on his body.
Cough, cough–
The purple fog receded, revealing Jiu Yu, who was in no better shape.
One of his arms had been torn off, and his body bore several severe through-and-through wounds.
His body wavered, struggling to stand.
Surprise mingled on his face: “I admit I underestimated the Mainland Demon Race.”
“To wound me so severely within my purple fog.”
“You are the first!”
“If it weren't for the deepening poison, today I would have been the one defeated!”
Praise from the enemy was undoubtedly the highest affirmation of Mi Long's strength.
Yet none of the demons felt any joy.
Because they had lost!
They had been utterly defeated!
The Four Outstanding Heroes and Ten-Star all met with catastrophic defeat!
The only victory was against the weakest West Monarch of the North Sea Four Monarchs!
This was only slightly better than ten years ago!
The Demon Emperor slumped dejectedly in his throne.
With a hand supporting his forehead.
He said nothing.
Everyone could feel the Demon Emperor's despair at this moment.
Ten years of effort, crumbled in an instant!
A deep sense of defeat engulfed the demons' hearts.
At this moment, what they felt was no longer shame.
But helplessness!
Ten years of hard work, still easily swept aside by the opponent.
The Mainland Demon Race truly was far inferior to the North Sea Demon Clan.
The decision to cease mutual exchanges was entirely correct!
Liu Li lowered her head, tears streaming down her face.
“Why is it like this?”
“Why…”
Droplets of shining tears fell onto her palms.
Moistening the wounds her nails had pinched out, causing her pain.
The tears stung the wounds, but Liu Li was oblivious.
Her fragrant shoulders trembled continuously, tears streaming down.
Jiang Fan observed, his eyes thoughtful.
At this moment.
Yu Qingxuan slowly stood up, not gloating or feeling triumphant.
Because the outcome was entirely within his expectations.
If anything surprised him, it was the defeat of the West Monarch.
The plan had predicted a complete victory for the North Sea Four Monarchs.
This was also acceptable, a single defeat somewhat salvaging the dignity of the Mainland Demon Race.
“Demon Emperor, since your four have been defeated, then…”
He was cut off.
A clear voice shattered the silence of the grand hall.
It was Jiang Fan.
He stood up slowly, saying:
“Who says the Mainland Demon Race is entirely defeated?”
“Among the Four Outstanding Heroes, isn't there still Ling Shu who hasn't fought?”
Chapter end
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