Chapter 445 – Mu Lin: Ten Thousand Demons Assembly, Alien Alliance? Permitted

No matter what the other Demonic Fiends or the Cultivators of the human legions thought, Mu Lin and his group’s actions remained completely unaffected.

Tribes protected by treacherous or perilous lands were left for Mu Lin to deal with—he would use the Netherworld to cut off their foundations.

As for ordinary tribes, Holy Salt paved the way, and the Flame of Retribution from the Crow Attendants incinerated everything.

“Fire Crow Formation, rise!”

“Hail the descent of the God of Vengeance!”

“Boom!”

In the ongoing war, due to Mu Lin’s overwhelmingly prominent support, many of the fighting soldiers began to place their faith in him.

Their faith not only strengthened Mu Lin’s power but also allowed his power to grant them even greater blessings.

Just like now, three thousand Crow Attendants performing rituals together actually managed to summon Mu Lin’s Vengeful Wraith Golden Crow.

Although what the many Crow Attendants summoned was merely an illusion, its appearance still plunged the world into a state of burning.

The earth dried up and cracked, water evaporated rapidly, and even the air became unbearably scorching.

As for the Demonic Fiends, they fared even worse. Though the current Golden Crow no longer possessed the sun-attribute solar flames that were extremely effective against them, the Flame of Retribution’s ability to ignite resentment was even more terrifying for them.

Bearing deep-seated resentment, they burst into flames almost the moment the Vengeful Wraith Golden Crow appeared.

Moreover, these flames not only scorched their souls but were also inextinguishable and unquenchable, leaving them to howl and wail madly in agony.

Such was the terrifying power of the Vengeful Wraith Golden Crow—like a god of destruction, its mere presence in any place, without much action, could utterly devastate it.

Such a Golden Crow would normally inspire fear and terror.

But because it was under Mu Lin’s control, this terror was directed solely at their enemies.

“Boom!”

The Golden Crow blazed across the sky, destroying everything.

If the Vengeful Wraith Golden Crow was the Avatar of destruction, then Holy Salt was the symbol of protection.

Countless races and innumerable demonic monsters possessed abilities that were originally bizarre and troublesome—curses, contamination, corrosion, viruses, plagues… These abilities would have caused endless trouble for the Cultivators of the Three Great Legions.

But Holy Salt, which purified everything, turned their abilities from bizarre and troublesome into mere flashy tricks.

Curses? Sprinkle Holy Salt.

Viruses and plagues? Sprinkle Holy Salt.

Contamination by forbidden, ominous forces? More! Sprinkle! Holy! Salt!

The word “Purification” may seem simple, but its core essence lies in nullifying all anomalies.

This characteristic is most effective against bizarre and troublesome abilities.

In fact, even the Immortality of some demonic monsters could be dissolved by the Cultivators of the Three Great Legions through sprinkling Holy Salt.

“This is truly a power that can protect everything and destroy everything.”

The versatility of Holy Salt also made the soldiers of the Three Great Legions revere it the most.

…

The Flame of Retribution that destroyed everything, the Holy Salt that purified everything, and the Avici Chains that could restrain and seal intangible entities.

With these various supernatural abilities distributed, the strength of the Three Great Legions surged. Additionally, each legion had a Clone of Mu Lin as an emergency measure, ensuring their advance proceeded smoothly.

The first day, the second day, the third day… all the way to the tenth day.

Throughout this process, they swept through everything undefeated, cleansing countless Evil Spirits and demonic monsters.

The land within a three-thousand-mile radius around the Three Great Legions was thus swept clean by Mu Lin and his forces.

Their unstoppable, sweeping advance thoroughly terrified the countless demonic monsters and alien races.

In their panic, they could no longer afford to care about racial differences and convened a Grand Assembly of Demons on a Black Mountain.

Presiding over the assembly were the three powerful races.

The Insect Apostle, a servant of the Mother of Nest Worms—yes, he was the first to retreat, but seeing an opportunity arise, he had turned back.

The Nightmare Clan, an illusory race that feeds on dreams and fear.

The third powerful race was the Night Demons, whose strength surges dramatically in the darkness.

These three powerful races each had the combat power of a Celestial Master-level figure, and behind them, there were even Evil Gods.

Beneath these three powerful races were seventeen royal clans, whose members possessed the combat power of Earth Immortals.

Below them were the countless alien races with all manner of strange abilities.

It must be said that the cultivators of the other legions had their reasons for not placing their hopes in Mu Lin.

With so many demonic fiends united, humanity would indeed find it difficult to resist.

However, in the past, the demonic fiends themselves were constantly at war with one another, harboring deep-seated hatreds that left no opportunity for alliance.

But the grand battle initiated by Mu Lin and his overwhelming threat made the demons sense a crisis, leading them to convene the Grand Assembly of Demons and prepare for unity.

Then, something that angered the Holy Maiden of the Nightmare Clan and the Holy Son of the Night Demons occurred.

Their alliance did not proceed smoothly.

“The threat posed by humans is clear for all to see. They are cruel, cunning, and utterly unwilling to leave us a path to survival. Without resistance, we will perish. Therefore, I believe we should unite and jointly confront…”

The Holy Son of the Night Demon Clan appeared as a rather young human, but unlike humans, he had a pair of bat wings on his back and was covered in numerous eerie demonic patterns resembling eyes.

Moreover, those with keen senses felt that the Night Demon’s true form was not so diminutive but rather as massive as a mountain.

What stood before them was merely its disguised form.

At that moment, he stood on the high platform of the Grand Assembly of Demons, loudly proclaiming the threat of humanity in an attempt to persuade others to unite.

Then, he angrily discovered that before he could finish speaking, a voice rang out from below the platform.

“So humans are that terrifying… let’s just run away.”

“Right, I don’t want to fight humans either. They’re too strong; we’re no match for them. Better to leave…”

“The world is vast, and we don’t need much territory anyway. Why fight humans to the death? It really is better to leave this place…”

“Bang!”

The undermining words from below infuriated the Night Demon Holy Son.

In his inherently violent nature, anger drove him to want to slaughter those alien races below who were ready to flee.

However, those who spoke up were neither his subordinates nor his clansmen.

If he were to slaughter them without cause, it would undoubtedly make the other alien races fearful and distrustful, causing them to drift apart.

Thus, despite his anger, he patiently tried to persuade them: “There’s no need to panic excessively. Humanity is indeed a threat, but if we unite, we can still defeat them. Once we kill their cultivators, their land and their people will belong to us, to be enslaved. Just think—then you can freely command those humans, even casually torture and kill them…”

He was describing the wonderful future after defeating humanity.

But before he could finish, he was interrupted again.

“You’re right, but I still plan to leave…”

“Exactly, if humans were really that easy to kill, they wouldn’t have resisted us for so long.”

“There are indeed many benefits to wiping out humanity, but I don’t think my clan will survive until then… We should still run.”

“Bang!”

No matter what was said, they only wanted to flee, and the cowardly will of these Foreign Races even affected others.

Such a terrible influence enraged the Holy Son of the Night Demon Clan so much that he shattered the table in front of him.

His terrifying aura made everyone present feel suffocated.

His intense glare did indeed silence those who had been speaking.

But the other Demonic Monsters and Alien Races began muttering again.

“See, I knew humans couldn’t be trusted. But these powerful clans aren’t trustworthy either—they don’t care about us at all! Such coercion is just using us as slave soldiers, as expendable resources!”

“They definitely want to use humans to weaken us… They plan to wipe out both us and humanity in one battle.”

“Isn’t that obvious? Destroying humanity and seizing their territory is important, but sharing the Blessed Land with us is far less satisfying than having it all to themselves!”

Constant questioning, constant suspicion, and constant talk of fleeing.

The words of the Demonic Monsters and Alien Races below made the Night Demon’s Holy Son, Ye Huang, seethe with rage.

At that moment, he even wondered if the creatures below were humans in disguise, sent specifically to sow discord.

“Wait… disguise? Sowing discord?”

As this thought crossed his mind, Ye Huang’s eyes flashed, and he exchanged a glance with the Holy Maiden of the Nightmare Clan.

The next moment, with a “whoosh!” sound, Ye Huang appeared as if teleporting in front of a Foreign Race that had been clamoring to flee.

“Crack!”

Effortlessly, Ye Huang grabbed the creature by the neck.

“Hum!”

As the Night Demon’s power seeped in, countless demonic patterns appeared on the creature’s body.

“Show your true form!”

Ye Huang intended to use this method to force the Foreign Race to reveal its original appearance.

But soon, an awkward scene unfolded. Despite being tainted by the Night Demon patterns, the Foreign Race remained unchanged, showing no signs of turning into a human.

“…”

This sight made Mu Lin, who was nearby, smile slightly.

He had naturally infiltrated the gathering. Using the lifelike and vivid Paper Figure Secret Art, he had folded a piece of paper into the form of a Foreign Race.

With this disguise, he had easily entered, and no one had noticed anything amiss.

This was perfectly normal, as the so-called horde of demons were unfamiliar with one another, even hostile at times.

Under such circumstances, even the three major powerful clans could not inspect others’ conditions or recognize everyone present.

Mu Lin was no fool. Once inside, he had many ways to mislead others without personally inciting them.

Thus, the Demonic Monsters and Alien Races constantly urging everyone to flee were not disguised by Mu Lin.

However, just as Mu Lin thought he could continue inciting others with his current abilities, something happened that made him frown slightly.

The Holy Maiden of the Nightmare Clan had taken action.

Just as Ye Huang was in an extremely awkward situation, the woman approached the foreign race member whose neck was being choked. Then, with a tap of her finger on the foreigner’s forehead, a bewitchingly beautiful flower, like an illusion or a bubble, was extracted by her.

The Other Shore Flower—this was Mu Lin’s method of influencing others.

And it was an Other Shore Flower whose presence had been erased using Da Luo Vast Heaven Qi.

“To actually be able to extract an Other Shore Flower rooted within someone else’s soul—quite an impressive ability.”

As Mu Lin marveled, Ye Huang, having found evidence, no longer wore an expression of embarrassment but instead became invigorated, continuing to incite the others.

“See? Silently implanting such a vicious flower into your Divine Souls—the Human Race truly wants us dead.”

“Escaping is futile. If we don’t wish to be captured without a fight, we must unite…”

“That’s right, we should listen to Lord Ye Huang. We must unite…”

While using words to stir up the other foreign races, Ye Huang also gave a glance to his subordinate, signaling him to help bolster his authority.

His subordinate was very obedient. As soon as Ye Huang finished speaking, he immediately stepped forward, echoing his lord’s words.

However, halfway through his speech, the foreigner’s body stiffened, and his expression revealed a look of terror.

The next moment, in the midst of this boundless fear, his head tilted, his body jolted, and he collapsed directly to the ground.

He… was dead!

“?!”

“Who did it?”

The sudden death of that foreigner startled everyone.

Immediately, the crowd of demonic monsters and alien races began inspecting their surroundings, each fearing for their own safety.

Yet, after a thorough search, they found nothing.

What alarmed them even more was that, while they were searching their surroundings, the foreign representatives who had been the most fervent, harboring deep hatred for humans and eager to call for a fight to the death… also died.

Moreover, as one of the foreigners died, he even flashed a ferocious smile at those present.

Even more, words full of mockery and scorn echoed freely through the Black Mountain Hall.

“Holding a Ten Thousand Demons Assembly, planning a union of foreign races? You mongrels, did you get my permission to hold this meeting!”

(End of Chapter)