The Red Flame Hellhound Lord was suddenly enveloped in black mist. The dense darkness seemed to have a life of its own, devouring all the light around it.
He was surrounded by nothing but palpable darkness.
"This is impossible! It must be an illusion!"
The Red Flame Hellhound Lord gritted his teeth, telling himself fiercely.
Then, the confidence in his heart dissipated without a trace, and the ecstasy of escaping just now vanished. A deep sense of desolation surged into his heart, pressing down on him, making it difficult to breathe.
"Everything is gone..."
Negative emotions spread like venomous snakes, corroding his will.
He roared, trying to shake off the haze in his heart, when a familiar but piercing voice suddenly came from his ear, a voice that seemed to pierce directly into the depths of his soul.
"Great King, are you just going to let us die like this?"
"You are not worthy to be the Hellhound Lord!"
The Red Flame Hellhound Lord shuddered violently. In the surrounding darkness, countless bloodied faces of Red Flame Hellhounds emerged.
Their eyes were filled with accusation and resentment, staring intently at him.
"This isn't real..."
The Red Flame Hellhound Lord shook his head, but it was too late when he realized it.
His usual keen instincts had long disappeared, and he hadn't even noticed the approaching danger.
A fist burning with violent power pierced through the black mist and was already pressed against the top of his head.
This punch, from the Bloodburning Saint, was unreserved, containing destructive power.
Boom!
Accompanied by a loud noise, the surrounding ground was deeply dented. A huge hole appeared on the top of the lord's head, which was already at the end of its rope, and blood flowed frantically down his face.
His last gaze was fixed on the Bloodburning Saint, who was stepping on him, revealing a hideous smile.
Then, a corpse appeared in His hand, seemingly out of nowhere.
"Take a look, is this the foundation of your race?"
It really was Chi Zhao...
The lord gritted his teeth and uttered the last two words of his life.
"Beast."
Only then did Qian Er, Yu Feiyi, and the True King named Liu Yang arrive. A wisp of black mist emerged from the lord's corpse, gradually restoring its original appearance.
The Bloodburning Saint threw Chi Zhao on the ground and gave the Cursed Shadow Ghoul a thumbs up: "Little Six, well done!"
From today onwards, the Eleven Victorious Races have become the Ten Victorious Races.
The Red Flame Hellhounds, this race will only exist in history.
But before that, we have to find the mutated Red Flame Hellhound that has been promoted to a divine creature to completely cut off any hope for the Red Flame Hellhounds. Fortunately, the worst did not happen, and the Red Flame Hellhounds did not give birth to a demigod.
"Marquis Wu!"
A cry of surprise sounded from behind. Shen Yifei's subordinates arrived at the scene a step slower than Qian Er and the others. They hurriedly ran to Shen Yifei's side.
Shen Yifei's body had recovered a lot, but now he still looked very obviously injured. He was bare-chested, with conspicuous scars all over his body.
"Get lost, I'm not dead yet!"
Shen Yifei cursed and casually shook off the crowd who wanted to help him. Looking at the ground not far away, which was full of Red Flame Hellhound corpses, he laughed loudly.
Halfway through laughing, he couldn't help coughing up a mouthful of blood.
"Let's collect these corpses first." Qian Er shook his head, looking helplessly at Shen Yifei.
This person seemed to have two faces. Usually, he looked sickly, but when he fought, he was definitely a complete madman.
Only then did Shen Yifei become serious and discuss the distribution of these corpses with Qian Er.
There were only these two Dark-type True Kings on the scene. Yu Feiyi and Liu Yang were not very interested in these.
"Don't pretend with me. With your strength, the flesh and blood of these ordinary Red Flame Hellhounds are not very useful to you, right? I'm not greedy, I just want these ordinary ones. I have to distribute them to my subordinates."
Shen Yifei patted Qian Er on the shoulder.
"Knowing that you contributed the most this time, the corpses of those True Kings are left to me to report, and the leader and that foundation one are for you, okay?"
Qian Er was also very happy to accept this distribution. As Shen Yifei said, those ordinary Red Flame Hellhounds really didn't attract him at all, but he still pretended to be distressed: "Marquis Wu is too good at doing business. I'm at a great loss, but let's just do it this way. Who told us to have a good relationship?"
"Alright, stop acting like you're at a disadvantage when you've gotten a bargain."
Shen Yifei glanced at Qian Er: "There's a volcano over there, and there's something not quite right underneath. It should be related to the secrets of the Red Flame Hellhound race."
"That's right, Brother Yu and the others are also there. Let's go take a look together." Qian Er nodded, and the four True Kings returned to the original volcano.
"It's very deep and somewhat narrow down here. We shouldn't be able to jump down together. Follow me!"
After saying that, Shen Yifei jumped in.
Without saying a word, Qian Er followed second, and Yu Feiyi and Liu Yang also jumped down.
The group quickly reached the bottom. The lava here had disappeared, revealing the dark red soil below.
Shen Yifei was stunned, only to discover that beneath the lava, the surroundings were winding paths, and these paths, along with tunnels, led to unknown places.
"It leads to other volcanoes."
The Bloodstained Saint explained.
"Because the Red Flame Hellhounds are not afraid of lava, they deliberately used lava to cover these roads. In fact, all the volcanoes here are connected below. Beneath the lava, there is a huge underground palace."
"That crystal is...?"
Qian Er took two steps and picked up the crystal on the ground, examining it carefully.
"This is what I discovered before. I don't know what the specific use of this thing is."
Shen Yifei also looked at the crystal in Qian Er's hand.
"This is a dead object without any fluctuations. It shouldn't be related to cultivation. It's more like a mold."
Mold?
Qian Er instantly remembered the puppets in his city.
"I roughly know what this thing is for..."
Qian Er told about the infiltrators in his city. Yu Feiyi nodded, clicking his tongue in wonder: "It seems they had mastered this ability long ago, using molds to make flesh and blood puppets. Too cunning."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's eyes turned to a certain unknown Dark-type Town Heavenly King.
"? Why are you looking at me?"
Qian Er shook his head, changing the subject: "Let's search the underground palace. There should be some other spoils of war."
The group searched the underground palace separately and indeed gained a lot. This race had actually hidden a lot of resources.
"Thinking about it is frightening. If we had a little more time, these resources would definitely be enough to cultivate that demigod to a terrifying level."
On the way out, Shen Yifei said with lingering fear.
"The Red Flame Hellhounds are really making a fortune in silence, hoarding so many resources without making a sound..." Yu Feiyi also felt a little emotional.
This battle has finally come to a complete end.
Qian Er obtained the vast majority of the resources, followed by Shen Yifei. As for Yu Feiyi and Liu Yang, the two claimed that they just picked up a bargain and only took a small portion away.
That strange crystal was useless to the four True Kings, so Liu Yang took it away and handed it in.
