Seizing Destiny From Heavens Hands

Chapter 462: Are Three Peak True Demon Lords Really That Strong?

As soon as those words were spoken, the expressions of the Demon Suppression Guards grew solemn.

Not everyone had realized that the demon’s words were meant to sow discord among them.

After all, many had spent their lives doing nothing but cultivating, cultivating, and more cultivating.

Even after living for hundreds of years, they still didn’t understand social maneuvering or political scheming.

If you told these Demon Suppression Guards to charge into battle, they’d roar and rush in without hesitation.

But asking them to sit down and think things through—that was asking for their lives.

Zhou Mingyi’s words, without a doubt, exposed the vicious intentions behind An Zhenfeng’s speech.

Shen Mo gave him an approving glance.

This late-blooming talent from the Tianhe Sect truly had exceptional insight.

Perhaps it was precisely because he had endured countless trials and witnessed the coldness of the world that Zhou Mingyi was able to cut straight to the heart of the matter.

With a single sentence, he exposed the malice hidden in An Zhenfeng’s words.

“Hahahaha!”

“Humans truly are the wisest among the three races.”

“What a pity. Even though I’ve read a number of human books, when it comes to this, I’m still no match for you humans.”

“You’re right—I never intended to let any of you go.”

“Even if you hand over Shen Mo, I’ll still slaughter every Demon Suppression Guard in this outpost.”

An Zhenfeng laughed loudly.

He wasn’t the least bit angry that Zhou Mingyi had seen through his scheme.

After laughing for a while, he suddenly stopped and spoke coldly, “But so what if you refuse to hand over Shen Mo?”

“Your main commander and deputy commander have both been gravely wounded by the Curse of Malice. They’ve completely lost the ability to fight.”

“This outpost has nothing left but its formation barely holding on.”

“Once the formation breaks, do you really think you trash can stop me?”

A heavy silence fell over the Demon Suppression Guards.

What An Zhenfeng said was true.

They stood no chance against three Peak True Demon Lords.

Not to mention, one of them was a direct descendant of a Great Demon.

Xiong Yuanshan let out a sigh. “In the end, we still can’t escape death…”

His words echoed the thoughts of many other guards.

To most of them, death now seemed inevitable.

At the edge of the crowd, Lin Dongtian subtly shifted his footing.

He’d already cursed Shen Mo ten thousand times in his heart.

‘If it weren’t for Shen Mo, how would these two Peak True Demon Lords be attacking the outpost?’

‘Damn it. I’m not dying for this bastard!’

Clenching his teeth, Lin Dongtian’s eyes burned with hatred.

He didn’t want to die.

And he certainly didn’t want to die alongside Shen Mo.

He still had a way to survive.

But the cost would be enormous.

He would have to abandon his Martial Spirit to save his own life.

That Martial Spirit had once been the attendant of a Martial Ancestor.

From the day he was born, the Martial Spirit had dwelled within him, growing alongside him.

Though it possessed no intelligence and only existed to aid him,

It could be said that without it, he would’ve long since died somewhere unknown.

But if it meant staying alive, he was willing to give up everything.

Even that Martial Spirit.

‘I need to be ready. Ready to run at any moment.’

Lin Dongtian quietly shifted to the rear of the crowd without making a sound.

If not for the few Demon Suppression Guards behind him keeping their eyes on his back, he would’ve already slipped down the wall.

“You two—go. Break the formation of this outpost first.”

An Zhenfeng casually pointed.

An Zhenmang and An Zhenluan immediately surged forward.

An Zhenluan was the Peak True Demon Lord under the Fifth Great Demon, the one leading the swarm of lesser demons in this assault on Xuanwu Outpost 41.

“Yes.”

An Zhenmang and An Zhenluan flanked from left and right, surging with a torrent of dark purple demonic energy.

In the blink of an eye, the energy condensed into two massive claws that came slamming down toward the outpost.

Buzz!

A radiant light immediately appeared above the outpost.

It was like an inverted bowl, enveloping the entire outpost.

It was the Eightfold True Martial Formation.

Boom!

The massive claws of demonic energy collided with the Eightfold True Martial Formation.

A thunderous boom resounded through the heavens and earth.

Cracks immediately appeared across the surface of the protective light barrier.

Not far away, one of the Demon Suppression Guards operating the formation cried out, “The supreme-grade spirit stones are being consumed rapidly! Only twenty remain!”

Feng Cang muttered under his breath, “At this rate, the formation can last against those two Peak True Demon Lords for at most a hundred breaths.”

Zhong Baisheng slowly drew his azure longblade and said in a grave voice, “Ning Tianying, Xiong Yuanshan!”

“Present!” they answered.

Zhong Baisheng’s expression was stern and forceful. “You two will escort Commander Shen to the third layer and regroup with Old Wang.”

“Feng Cang and I will stay behind to hold them off.”

Though Ning Tianying and Xiong Yuanshan had mentally prepared for this, their lips were still trembling uncontrollably.

They couldn’t bring themselves to speak.

“What’s the matter? Planning to disobey orders?”

“The Eightfold True Martial Formation will only last a hundred breaths. Feng Cang and I can delay another hundred. You don’t have much time.”

“Every breath you waste now decreases your chance of survival.”

Zhong Baisheng said solemnly, “You are the most elite centurions among us—you should know exactly what must be done.”

“Our lives are worth little. Shen Mo’s life is the one that matters!”

“Yes!” Ning Tianying and Xiong Yuanshan inhaled deeply, eyes reddened as they roared in reply.

They had to exert all their strength just to keep from crying.

“Tears, huh? This is the inherent weakness of the human race.”

From afar, An Zhenfeng sneered coldly as he saw the tears brimming in the eyes of Ning Tianying and Xiong Yuanshan.

In his eyes, abandoning the weak and sacrificing the sick and wounded was a universal law.

Only by doing so could a race become stronger and perpetuate its legacy.

This, he believed, was why the demon race had grown so powerful, overpowering the humans, monsters, and flood dragons.

What the human race called emotion and loyalty was, to him, not only useless—but a burden.

He had seen far too many humans who threw their lives away for the sake of family or friends.

Watching this scene now only deepened his scorn.

But upon hearing Zhong Baisheng’s words and seeing the actions of Ning Tianying and the others, Shen Mo felt a wave of warmth rise in his heart.

The human race did not possess the monsters’ resilient bodies, nor the flood dragons’ ancient draconic heritage.

Even among themselves, they schemed and suppressed one another constantly.

But in moments of crisis, there would always be guardians like Zhong Baisheng and Feng Cang who stood forward for the sake of the human race.

Willing to give everything—even their lives.

It was precisely this passing of the torch that allowed the human race to overthrow demonic enslavement, shatter the shackles of the monsters, and become one of the rulers of this world.

At that thought, Shen Mo took a deep breath and suddenly spoke.

“This outpost was built on the blood of countless Demon Suppression Guards.”

“To abandon it so easily would betray those who shed blood and gave their lives.”

“Commander Zhong and Deputy Commander Feng may be unable to fight any longer, but I’m still here.”

His expression calm, he strode forward and stood before Zhong Baisheng and Feng Cang, in front of everyone.

Alone, upright and resolute, he faced the three Peak True Demon Lords floating in midair.

Zhong Baisheng and Feng Cang were both stunned.

Feng Cang quickly cried out in alarm, “Commander Shen, don’t be foolish!”

Zhong Baisheng was even harsher. “Shen Mo! How can you, alone, stand against three Peak True Demon Lords?!”

“If you survive, you’re worth more than dozens of outposts!”

“If you die, that would be the true betrayal of all the fallen Demon Suppression Guards!”

He struggled to move forward, reaching out to grab Shen Mo’s arm.

But Shen Mo, holding that ancient, weathered spear, turned his head with a slight smile and said,

“Three Peak True Demon Lords?”

“They might not be all that strong.”

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