"That's the old master and his wife...that's Uncle Zhang, uncle Li...that's..."

I kept spotting familiar faces in the crowd, and my eyes opened wider and wider, thinking that I would never see them again, and soon a stream of hot tears flowed out of me.

Not only these familiar faces, but also those who died naturally due to birth, old age, illness and death in Dongfang Fort over the years.

Including the villagers who went to Burial Moon Forest in anger to save many of them, many of them had been killed by the claws of monsters before I rushed there, and now they were also found among the bloodthirsty slaves.

It's just that they have obviously forgotten every bit of what they have experienced, and now they have turned into ruthless killing machines that only obey the orders of the holder of the Blood-devouring Madness.

When everyone inadvertently looked back at me with the head of a tiger, there was no warmth in their eyes, only unconditional respect and obedience, which made me feel sad again.

The past is over!

And these bloodthirsty slaves I seemingly inadvertently released this time are obviously very particular, and none of them are too powerful.

They are basically in the Taichu realm, and as soon as they appear, they start fighting with the Taichu monsters of similar strength.

The great monsters that occasionally appeared in the beast tide were also taken over by bloodthirsty slaves of equal strength, and the battle was quite spectacular for a while.

It has to be said that none of these cultivators who died under the blood-devouring mad sword are ordinary people. Even if they are now transformed into bloodthirsty slaves, their fighting skills are still there and even slightly improved.

Compared to these monster beasts that only lorded it over in the Moon Burial Forest, they were much stronger, and soon the group of monster beasts on the opposite side suffered a large number of casualties.

As for the beast tide composed of ordinary ferocious beasts, there is no need to deliberately attack them. When they passed through this battlefield, they were simply affected by the aftermath of the battle and suffered large casualties. They were not even considered cannon fodder.

Despite this, they still rushed forward in waves without fear of death, as if they were endless.

Although this indomitable momentum can move me, it obviously cannot affect the bloodthirsty slaves above who are like killing machines, and their death is worthless.

My eyes searched over and over again among these bloodthirsty slaves, but I still couldn't see the figure of the castle master. I don't know whether he has not recovered from his injuries, or because I didn't release him because he had the head of a tiger.

I guess it was the former, after all, he was "sent" directly back to the blood-devouring madness by the Demon Ancestor at that time, and was injured so severely that even Yan Jing was moved by it.

After searching to no avail, I gradually returned my attention to the main battlefield between me and the Demon Ancestor.

Of course there was a reason why he was not interested in such an almost one-sided battle, but more importantly, it was because he couldn't bear to see so many lives falling at his feet.

Especially, they seem to have a loyal heart!

It seems that I am still too young and my heart is not cold enough.

The battle situation on the main battlefield was still stalemate. After discovering that the magic attack that I was best at was restrained by me, Demon Ancestor seemed to be at his wits end.

Every now and then a physical collision would come, but it would play right into my hands.

Due to the decrease in defense caused by taking the initiative to attack, he was injured by the blood-devouring madness, and the gain was not worth the loss, making the Demon Ancestor very passive.

Just at this moment, it already had several scars on its body. It seemed that the blood-devouring madness had some attributes that I didn't know yet. With the strength of the demon ancestor, none of these wounds healed smoothly.

All wounds are constantly overflowing with majestic blood, being swallowed by the blood-devouring madness.

They danced with the waving of the blood-devouring madness, and from a distance looked like a large amount of bloody silk and satin flying, revealing a bit of bloody beauty, but more of the coldness of death.

It is worthy of the name of "bloodthirsty", and the madness bursting out of me seems to correspond to the "madness" in the blood-devouring madness, which is very suitable for the situation.

From beginning to end, I was like a tireless machine, always operating at the highest speed and with the strongest attack, constantly suppressing the Demon Ancestor.

Although it cannot be killed yet, it has made the demon ancestor continue to weaken, especially as the wounds on its body appear, the final moment of defeat will only come faster and faster.

Gradually, I found that the Demon Ancestor's eyes were a little erratic. It spent more time glancing at the nearby beast tide battlefield. Even if it caused a flaw in its defense and was taken advantage of by the blood-devouring madness, it didn't care as much as before.

The intolerance shown in its eyes is getting more and more, and its mood is getting more and more violent. These are things that should not appear at all in a high-level duel.

Sure enough, as the Demon Ancestor's mood became fluctuating, its offensive and defensive rhythms began to make mistakes one after another. The original ruthlessness of focusing on defense disappeared, and more of it was wandering between main attack and main defense.

This change was a godsend for me who only knew how to rely on fighting instincts. In a short period of time, there were more wounds on Demon Ancestor's body, more than the total number of wounds left due to negligence in the previous long battles.

Suddenly, I saw that the Demon Ancestor seemed to have made a decision, and a cruel shadow appeared in its eyes as it looked at the beast tide.

"Could it be that these poor monsters are being used for blood sacrifice again?"

I muttered in my heart that it was really because the Demon Ancestor had too many previous records in this regard. Whether it was the continuous blood sacrifice of the beast tide under the blood moon for a hundred years or the tragic death of those big demons not long ago, this was proven.

In its eyes, the other demon clans in the Moon Burial Forest are nourishment, and as long as it can recover, there is nothing it cannot sacrifice.

Sure enough, with more and more fierce gleams in his eyes, the Demon Ancestor's huge head suddenly raised and sucked in the direction of the beast tide.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew in that direction, and large swaths of ferocious beasts, monsters, and even the giant trees on the ground rolled uncontrollably and flew towards its mouth.

This magical power was truly remarkable. The beasts and giant trees continued to shrink in size during the process, and by the time they reached the Demon Ancestor's mouth, they were no different than the size of ants, and they were pouring into his belly in a steady stream.

In stark contrast, there are those bloodthirsty slaves who are also shrouded in the suction wind. Their figures are constantly bursting like bubbles, and they return to the blood-devouring madness one after another.

At the same time, I never gave up intruding and attacking the Demon Ancestor, causing considerable trauma to it.

However, the Demon Ancestor seemed to have made up his mind to ignore it. He just relied on his pair of demon arms to keep waving and his huge tail to continuously lash out, struggling to resist my attack, so that he would not be defeated in a short period of time.

There are more and more wounds on its body. Under the influence of the blood-devouring madness, it turns into boundless blood and is constantly being devoured. From a distance, it looks like it is wearing a bloody cloak, which is extremely heroic.
Chapter completed!