The sky, bright as day, suddenly turned eerie, blood-red yet darker and more profound.
The air grew scorching hot, and the burning sensation on his skin intensified.
Mu Yang suddenly felt as if he had frequently experienced burning sensations, and now he was quite accustomed to them.
Those who charged forward to engage in close-quarters combat with the demon creatures successively stopped their actions, not because they didn't want to fight, but because their heads had exploded.
Even with their heads on the ground, their faces still bore exaggerated expressions.
Seeing the signal, the Guard Army soldier standing beside Mu Yang drew his weapon with a sneer and swung his sword at Mu Yang's neck.
A sword light flashed, but before the smile on the Guard Army soldier's face could fully form, Mu Yang beheaded him with a single stroke, his head falling to the ground and blood gushing out.
Except for a few who survived due to life-saving measures, the rest died at the hands of demon creatures or the Guard Army.
"These scumbags from the Guard Army actually teamed up with lesser demons? Where is your dignity as human beings! How disgusting."
The Elven Mage, who was heavily wounded by the Guard Army's sneak attack, mocked them, his words filled with derision and disgust, igniting the anger of the Guard Army soldiers present.
"Shut up! How dare a dying man mock us!"
One person couldn't help but retort, raising his longsword and charging at the Elven Mage.
It was already a death trap, but then the struggling Elven Mage suddenly erupted with astonishing magic.
The trees, which had appeared listless under the dim light, burst forth with vibrant green life, and thick roots grew wildly underground, breaking through the surface in just a few breaths, crushing the Guard Army soldier into the earth, suffocating him to death.
"I am the Four Emissaries under the Royal Family! Who dares to kill me? Who can kill me?!"
The Elven Mage completely shed his previous struggling appearance, standing proudly on a tree branch, looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, with his hands clasped behind his back, shouting loudly.
His expression was calm, but the excitement in his tone was hard to conceal, as if he had finally found the perfect moment for this line, making him appear exceptionally thrilled.
His presence here was not accidental; the Royal Family had detected anomalies within the Guard Army, suspecting corruption, which was why they dispatched him to investigate.
He never expected to encounter this mission to clear out demon creatures upon his arrival, and thus, he reeled in a big fish. Such good fortune was something he wouldn't even dare to dream of, yet it happened in reality.
Despite his excitement, his inner sarcasm and disgust were also genuine, as allying with fallen demons was an act that deserved the world's scorn.
As for the others who died because of this incident, the Four Emissaries could only say they were unlucky; he never cared about the lives of the weak.
"Four Emissaries?!"
Everyone was astonished, never expecting to encounter a "legendary" figure in such a minor incident.
The Guard Army soldiers, in particular, were filled with despair; they had never reported the demon creature matter to the Royal Family, yet they had still capsized in the gutter.
If this matter were exposed, even if they miraculously survived, they would never be able to show their faces openly again.
"Heh heh, Four Emissaries, long time no see!"
A low, hoarse voice came from all directions. The Four Emissaries' expression remained unchanged as he calmly said:
"I never thought you, a waste, would escape from hell. I wonder if that Goblin soul from a hundred years ago was delicious. If you still want more, our Royal Family has plenty."
"Shut up!"
This demon's psychological defenses were extremely fragile, breaking down with just a single sentence.
Because the accident a hundred years ago was the beginning of his ruined reputation; he, a mighty Great Demon, was actually tricked by the other party into devouring the soul of a Goblin!
This was simply a disgrace! A disgrace!
Goblins, no matter where, are basically at the bottom of the food chain, brainless and weak, and their souls are even more impure. Even irrational demons would not eat such things' souls.
But the Four Emissaries, using some unknown method, disguised the Goblin's soul as a remnant Dragon soul and had it sacrificed to him. As a result, he immediately felt unwell after devouring it.
The other party seized this opportunity to directly attack, eventually sealing him in the depths of hell for a hundred years.
Throughout these hundred years, his story spread widely, and his once formidable reputation in hell shattered into pieces. His arch-nemesis constantly mocked him with this incident!
Is this something an Elf could do? He, the Great Demon, might not be human, but the other party was truly a dog!
With old and new grudges piled up, the provoked Great Demon no longer cared about any schemes. He directly summoned the Gate of Hell, determined to fight that dog Elf to the death!
"Are you crazy? Who starts with their ultimate move!"
The Four Emissaries was startled, his calm expression turning to solemnity. His body surged with dense vitality, and a phantom great tree appeared behind him.
This great tree was thick and tall, surrounded by a faint green mist, a phenomenon of excessively dense vitality, so much so that it had solidified into a physical form.
This was the true legendary item, the Elven Life Ancient Tree.
And as an Elven Elder, the Four Emissaries had the right to summon a phantom of the Life Ancient Tree to aid him in battle, just as demons could summon the Gate of Hell to retrieve weaker demons for assistance.
The two sides unleashed killing moves upon meeting. Elves primarily cultivate wood and life-element magic, which is considerably less destructive compared to the fire and dark-element magic cultivated by the Great Demon.
However, the strongest point of life-element magic is its incredible recovery ability. Even a supreme expert who has cultivated it to the extreme can revive even if their body is shattered, as long as a single cell remains.
Everyone watched as flames and trees intertwined, clearly indicating that the Four Emissaries was at a disadvantage.
However, this area was still within the Royal City's territory, and reinforcements could arrive at any moment, so the outcome was still uncertain.
But barring any unforeseen circumstances, it was more likely that no clear victor would emerge; the Great Demon was not so foolish as to continue fighting when he saw reinforcements arriving for the other side.
"What are you standing around for? The moment you signed the demon contract, there was no turning back. Hurry up and kill these guys in front of you, then retreat quickly."
At this moment, a corpulent figure appeared at the edge of the battlefield.
Mu Yang glanced over, not overly surprised; he had been holding back precisely to wait for the real big fish to bite.
The newcomer was none other than the "General" he had first seen upon arriving at the Royal City.
He had felt something was off when he first saw the General, as the residents' expressions were somewhat strange, but he hadn't investigated further.
However, after seeing the expressions of those charging at the front lines of the battle, he pondered carefully and recalled the fervent and excited residents; their expressions were almost identical.
The moment the General revealed himself, Mu Yang made his move.
The Blood Sun was sent out of his body by Solar Power, forming a small Blood Sun behind Mu Yang's head, and an aura of majesty and light emanated from him.
Feeling the familiar Blood Sun and scorching sun aura, this scene shocked Ruo Li for three hundred years.
"You have banished the Blood Sun and embraced the blazing sun."