The demon core was the essence of the demon race's lifelong cultivation. It was comparable to the self-detonation of the demon core of a human demon at the peak of the Blood Refining Realm. It was not inferior to the attack of a Heavenly Building Realm great sovereign. Xiao Chen immediately turned into a bolt of lightning and retreated hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye.
His huge body burst out with dazzling bronze brilliance, and even the battle bones in his body were crackling. Majestic battle aura surged out of his body like a tide. A pair of huge iron fists burst out with endless power under the support of battle aura. The iron fists had already punched out hundreds of times in an instant, constantly imprisoning the air around him and protecting him.
In a short period of time, the mountains and rivers within a few miles of the Great Desolate Land had been completely flattened. Whether it was the ancient trees or the snakes, insects, rats, or ants that were hiding in them, they were all shattered into pieces by the boundless demonic power, turning into a barren land where not even a single blade of grass could grow.
After half an incense stick of time, the violent airflow after the demon core's explosion finally calmed down, and the dust and smoke dissipated. The Azure Scale Elephant King was bathed in blood, and the demon blood flowed all over the ground. It gathered into a meandering stream under his body and seeped into the ground.
The self-detonation of the demon core made him completely lose his strength, and all the demon qi essence in his body dissipated into the Great Desolate Land. His body was abnormally tattered, and there were huge, bone-deep wounds all over his body. A small half of his body had been shattered by the demon core, and one of his arms was missing, probably turned into powder in the majestic airflow.
His battle bones were shattered, his body was in pieces, and his demonic core was destroyed. In such a state, the Azure Scale Elephant King still hadn't lost his life. Blood flowed ceaselessly from his enormous blood red eyes, but the depths of his pupils were filled with despair as he stared fixedly at the unharmed figure that was thousands of meters away.
"He's not dead!
How is he not dead!
This is impossible!
This is impossible!
This King self-detonated his demon core, but it didn't kill him. The heavens want my demon race to die! "
At this moment, the Azure Qilin Elephant King was already in despair. Its face was ashen. Even such a berserk energy failed to kill Xiao Chen. Furthermore, it had already lost all its strength. Now, it could only wait to be slaughtered.
"This King is not satisfied!
The human race is lowly, nothing more than my Fiend Race's food, yet they steal this endless great wasteland to multiply and thrive. Meanwhile, my Fiend Race can only live in other parts of the Desolate Border. One day, my Fiend Race will return to our clan's land, seize back the glory that belongs to my Fiend Race! "
Xiao Chen, who was three hundred meters away, did not care about it. He took a step forward and arrived before the Azure Qilin Elephant King. Xiao Chen, who was fifteen meters tall, lifted the Azure Qilin Elephant King up like a little chick and played with it in the palm of his hand.
It had to be said that the Fiend Race had a strong vitality. Even though it had been severely injured in the consecutive battles, and even though it had lost its demon core, which was made worse by the self-detonation of the demon core, the Azure Scale Elephant King still hadn't died. As long as it could escape and obtain natural treasures, it could even reconstruct its demon core. Of course, all of this was impossible.
The Azure Scale Elephant King seemed to have lost all hope in its situation as it was held in Xiao Chen's hand. Like a corpse, it didn't move at all. Just like that, it was dragged back to the Gu Yuan Tribe by Xiao Chen with its drooping body.
On the battlefield in front of the tribe, flesh and blood piled up. The flesh and white bones were entangled and couldn't be separated. Countless members of the Gu Yuan Tribe had already appeared on the blood-colored ground. They were collecting the remains of the tribe's soldiers. Every piece of flesh and blood was carefully collected. Those were the remains of the human soldiers, and their ashes could not be mixed with the bone fragments of the Fiend Race.
At this moment, the neighing of the armored horses on the blood-colored ground had stopped. There was no longer a single ferocious Fiend Race soldier in sight.
Xue Sha, who had been fighting with the Bloodthirsty Demon Ape King, had already beheaded the Bloodthirsty Demon Ape King. Its huge head was hung on the wall made of ancient wood, and its bloody eyes were still filled with disbelief before its death.
Xiao Chen's huge figure dragged the Demon King's body through the forest for dozens of kilometers. In less than the time it took to brew a cup of tea, he had already crossed it and returned to a place not far from the stronghold wall. He saw the blood-red ground and the stronghold wall, as well as the three elders waiting in front of the stronghold wall. Mu Qing, Shi Ya Dingshan, Huang Liang, and all the clansmen of the Gu Yuan Tribe instantly focused their attention on him.
Dong, dong, dong!
The huge Bronze Combat Body caused the ground to tremble with every step it took. In the blink of an eye, he had already appeared in the middle of the tribe.
He glanced at the somewhat dilapidated wall. Inside the wall, there were tens of thousands of Gu Yuan Tribe members. At this moment, they had also walked out of the stone houses and looked at Xiao Chen. After a long time, Xiao Chen's big mouth cracked open, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. This smile became wider and wider, and in the end, he even laughed out loud. His voice was unrestrained and hearty.
"The Fiend Race has been killed. Our Gu Yuan Tribe has won!"
Immediately after, there was an earth-shattering cheer in the entire tribe. The people of the Gu Yuan Tribe had been suppressed for too long. Ever since the tribe was framed by Tie Mo, the middle-grade Iron Hoof War Messenger, they were forced to leave their homes and travel tens of thousands of kilometers to the Great Wilderness. They had experienced many difficulties along the way, and many of their people had died along the way. A strange atmosphere had been brewing in the tribe.
At this moment, after going through a great battle, the tribe's soldiers were bathed in blood, and the depression in their hearts had been completely released. Was there anything more gratifying than obtaining a great victory?
Xiao Chen and the others did not stop the clansmen's cheers. They let the clansmen throw their weapons into the sky and let them shout and shout. After an unknown period of time, the cheers and howls finally stopped.
"Great Elder, lock up this self-proclaimed king of the Fiend Race with chains made of Star Iron. Soon, our Gu Yuan Tribe will rebuild the tribe and offer sacrifices to the tribe's Providence. What better sacrifice is there than the blood of a Fiend Race?"
Seeing the confusion in the eyes of the Great Elder and the others, Xiao Chen said.
Using this Fiend Race, which occupied a mountain in the Human World and brought disaster to the Great Wilderness, as a sacrifice was the reason why Xiao Chen did not immediately kill the Green Scale Elephant King. Humans and Fiends could not coexist. Killing a foreign race would receive the blessing of the Human Tribe's Providence. Hence, this Fiend Race was the best sacrifice for the tribe.
"Okay!"
Hearing Xiao Chen's words, the eyes of the Great Elder and the others immediately lit up, and they nodded in agreement. The Fiend Race brought disaster to the Human Tribe, so it was best to use it as a sacrifice.
At this moment, the Green Scale Elephant King no longer had the illustrious prestige of dominating the Great Wilderness. He looked like a bloody mess, and one of his arms had turned into powder. Not only that, in order to prevent him from using his physical strength, Xiao Chen had shattered all the bones in his body into powder on the way back. At this moment, he had become a pile of minced meat. Moreover, he had lost his Monster Core, so it was not an exaggeration to say that he was a cripple. No one could recognize that this was the Green Scale Elephant King, the leader of the three Fiend Kings of the Thousand Demon Mountain.