Angry and unwilling dragon roars echoed in the sky above the Demon Sect's territory.
Each of the surging sound waves shattered a mountain range.
Trembling wails of demonic beasts could be heard from the mountain range.
The entire Demon Sect was in a state of defeat.
All of the Demon Sect disciples looked at Zhang Xing with sorrow in their eyes. Looking at their destroyed sect, they all looked at him angrily, wishing that they could eat his flesh and drink his blood. Even if they tore him into pieces, they would not be able to vent the hatred in their hearts.
However, their eyes were filled with helplessness and fear.
The Sect Leader was still nowhere to be seen, and the sect guarding treasure could not do anything to Zhang Xing. Who could suppress him?
At this time, many of the spectating Demon Clan passersby started to mock and ridicule them.
"Your Demon Sect also has such a day!"
"That's right!
Back then, our Black Fox Tribe's millions of clansmen were killed by the Demon Sect in one night, and less than a hundred people managed to escape. "
"Isn't it the same for our Insect Awakening Sect? Eight million disciples died in a single night. That's what you call tragic!"
"..."
When the Demon Sect was first established, it was time to establish its prestige.
Those Demon Clans sects and tribes that were not convinced were the targets of their punishment.
The Demon Clan was cruel to the Human Clan, but they were even more cruel to their own race.
They captured those who opposed the Demon Sect, dug out their eyes, cut off their tongues, and broke their limbs. The cruelest ones were to hang them at the entrance of the sect and refine their souls, making them suffer pain and torment every day.
The disciples, hall masters, and elders of the Demon Sect were all filled with blood debts. Which one of them was not full of evil?
Now that the Demon Clan had been unified for thousands of years, they had all become sanctimonious and benevolent disciples of the great sects.
However, how could the descendants of the Demon Clan forget about this blood feud? They just didn't have the ability to take revenge.
Now that they saw that the Demon Sect was in trouble, how could they not be happy?
"Kill, kill, it's best if you kill the entire Demon Sect. Don't let a single one of them go!"
"Puff, puff, puff …"
At this moment, the seventy-two Demon Sect Elders and a Vice Sect Leader spat out a few more mouthfuls of blood essence into the Dragon Marked Jade Stone.
"Roar!"
Just as the seventy-three people finished spitting out blood and their bodies were withered and on the verge of collapse, an even more furious roar rang out.
At the same time, the golden dragon claw abruptly pressed down.
Zhang Xing's body suddenly sank!
All the Demon Sect disciples who saw this scene immediately became spirited.
"Zhang Xing is also at the end of his rope. He won't be able to hold on much longer!"
The Vice Sect Leader roared loudly.
"Elders, if we work harder, we will be able to kill Zhang Xing!"
"Try harder?"
The seventy-two elders bitterly smiled at the same time. Just now, they had already used up all their essence blood. What else could they use to increase their strength?
The vice sect master's expression darkened. Wasn't he the same?
However, he gritted his teeth and a crazed look appeared in his eyes.
"For the sake of the Demon Sect's tens of thousands of years of foundation, we can only sacrifice!"
"Sacrifice?" When the other elders heard this, they couldn't help but tremble with fear in their eyes.
Offering a sacrifice was equivalent to having one's soul scattered. Who would be willing to die?
Even if they weren't a match for Zhang Xing, they still had a chance to live even if their sect guarding treasures were useless. Wasn't it a little too early to die now?
Until the very last moment, no one wanted to force themselves into a dead end.
"Elders, do you think Zhang Xing will let us go?
If we can't suppress him now and let him catch his breath, we will all die! "
The seventy-two elders all knew this, but they had lived like princes for hundreds of years and had long lost the hot-bloodedness of their youth.
They fell silent and no one spoke.