There were nearly two thousand demon survivors from the Thousand Demon Mountain Range. Ninety-nine percent of them were in the Bone Tempering Realm.
Among them, there were more than a hundred demons whose strength was comparable to that of a human centurion, six demon generals whose strength was comparable to that of a human warrior in the Blood Refining Realm, and a Demon King at the peak of the Blood Refining Realm.
However, at this moment, the Demon King of the Thousand Demon Mountain Range was in an extremely sorry state. His Demon Core was shattered, and one of his arms was reduced to flesh and blood. He no longer had the arrogance that he used to dominate thousands of miles of the wasteland and treat countless human combat divisions as his food.
Once, under his leadership, the Demon Clan in the Thousand Demon Mountain openly occupied a mountain in the Mortal World, expanded its territory, and even regarded the surrounding human troops as their food. The human troops in the army were their food, which they could plunder at will. Today, as time went by and the cycle of cause and effect, he became the food on the plate of the Human Clan.
Above the altar, in the thirty-six huge copper cauldrons, raging flames soared into the sky, and a rich aroma constantly intertwined, transforming into invisible colors in the void. They constantly rose and merged into the black hole in the depths of the void.
When the Green Scale Demon King's pathetic appearance appeared before everyone's eyes, everyone on the ceremonial stage glared angrily at him. Their eyes were blazing with anger and hatred that had accumulated for a long time.
Their tribes were within a radius of five thousand miles of the wasteland, which happened to be within the range of the Demon Tribe's strength. Like the Demon Tribe's food, they suffered all kinds of humiliation from the Demon Tribe. Every year, hundreds of their clansmen would be captured by the Demon Tribe and turned into food for the Demon Tribe. Some of them were even their blood relatives.
This was a great pain. They could only watch helplessly as their blood relatives were killed by the Demon Tribe. They were powerless and could only remain silent, not daring to face the Demon Tribe.
At this moment, the Demon Tribe that once ravaged thousands of miles of the wasteland was crawling on the ground like pigs and dogs. They looked down at the Demon Tribe from above.
"Good kill!
Look at that Cyan Qilin Demon Elephant, he still dares to call himself a Demon King. He really doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth. Did he ever think that this day would come?! "
"In the Human World, a mere Blood Refining Realm cultivator dares to call himself a Demon King. These Demon Clan remnants are truly arrogant. Over the years, our clans have suffered greatly. Fortunately, the Gu Yuan Combat Division has upheld justice for the Human Clan and saved our clans from disaster. Otherwise, who knows how many more of our clans would have been captured and turned into food for them in the future!"
"He deserves to die!
All Outsiders should be killed!
This is the desolate land that belongs to the human race. It cannot be trampled by the demon race! "
"Deceased clansmen, if your souls are aware of this, take a look. The remnants of the Monster Clan who once harmed you have finally received their retribution. They have become sacrifices for our clan!"
At that moment, these demons no longer had the strength to resist. With the help of the Gu Yuan Tribe's soldiers, the humans pulled them out of the iron cages one by one.
Not to mention the Fallen Dragon Territory, even in the entire Desolate Border Region, such a grand Blood Sacrifice was rarely seen in a thousand years, let alone using the flesh and blood of an outsider as a sacrifice to the entire tribe.
Buzz! Buzz!
Demonic aura filled the air. The entire sacrificial altar seemed to have sensed the aura of the Monster Clan as it trembled continuously. At that moment, people could even hear the roars of countless human spirits. The purplish-gold mist shone even brighter. The will of the Human Clan seemed to be itching to enjoy the flesh and blood of its mortal enemy!
"Sacrifice!"
On the altar, the scene of the ancient people offering sacrifices became more and more real. Ancient figures dressed in colorful feathered robes danced in the raging flames. In fact, at this moment, the scene was filled with rhythmic chanting, and ancient syllables were spoken in jerky, unsophisticated tones.
This voice came from an ancient desolate land. Each word was spoken with a pause, and it was filled with an ancient aura.
The flesh and blood of the outsiders caused the will of the entire tribe to fluctuate even more violently.
Pfft! Pfft!
Each of the small demons was in a daze. Their eyes had already lost their luster as they allowed the soldiers of the Gu Yuan Tribe to chop off their heads. As the blades in their hands fell, their hideous heads flew into the sky. Blood gushed out and splattered all over the ground.
The gushing blood splattered on the sacrificial altar and was absorbed in the blink of an eye. This was the flesh and blood of their enemies. It was the most sincere tribute of the Human Clan to the tribe.
The blood of the outsiders that had been slaughtered today had been given to the tribe to show their sincerity.
Buzz!
In the void, the ancient will became more and more obvious. The purplish-gold mist that descended suddenly increased in intensity. The Essence Pillar of Luck that had originally been gathered by the Gu Yuan Tribe was now faintly golden. This was the Essence Pillar of Purple Qi that had fused with the purplish-gold Essence Pillar of Luck that had descended from the tribe.
Six powerful demon generals were dragged to the sacrificial altar by the soldiers. At this moment, countless demon heads were piled up on the ground around them. These heads were filled with fear and unwillingness. However, all of this no longer belonged to them.
The land of the Human Clan was covered with the flesh and blood of the demons. The eyes of the six demon generals were bloodshot when they saw the scene in front of them. However, the soldiers beside them did not care at all. They brutally kicked their knees and forced them to kneel before the sacrificial altar.
The six demon generals did not resist at all and allowed the chiliarchs of the Gu Yuan Tribe to do as they pleased. They belonged to the losing side. In this desolate land, defeat meant death!
When the chiliarchs raised the sacrificial sabers and were about to cut open their throats, the six demon generals screamed in pain. "This desolate land is the ancestral land of the Demon Clan. The Human Clan is just a lowly food. How dare you steal the sky and occupy this ancient land? One day, the Battle Masters of the Demon Clan will return to the land of the Demon Clan. They will chop off your heads and use your flesh and soul to wash away the shame of the Demon Clan!"
Since ancient times, there had never been any coexistence between the races in the Desolate Land. This was a never-ending slaughter. The defeated side could only be destroyed.
Since ancient times, when the Human Clan was born, the Hundred Races had dominated the entire Desolate Land. The Human Clan was just food for the Hundred Races, nutrients for their growth and evolution. Later on, the Human Clan finally understood that this was a dog-eat-dog world. If they wanted to survive and reproduce, they had to be ruthless, even more ruthless than the outsiders!
In the end, the Human Clan went through hundreds of tribulations and occupied the entire Desolate Land. With bloody slaughter, they drove the Hundred Races to the faraway border of the Desolate Land. Only then did the Human Clan of the Desolate Land of today come into being!
As the losing side, the Demon Clan did not resist. However, this did not stop them from cursing before they died. This was the resentment they had suppressed in their hearts.