The old man bowed respectfully, his body bent slightly, with a hint of awe and piety on his face: "Yes, not!"

The boy was stunned for a moment, frowned slightly, looked up at the old man, with a trace of confusion in his eyes, and quietly waiting for the old man's explanation.

The old man slowly raised his hand and pointed to the bottomless black canyon in the distance.

The canyon ran across the entire sea of ​​demons, as if it was split open by a peerless master. The cliffs on both sides were as smooth and steep as if they were cut by a knife and axe.

There was a thick black fog in the canyon, making people unable to see the situation inside. It was just like an invisible force attracting people's gaze, making people shudder.

Immediately afterwards, the old man's palm lit up and a crystal clear crystal ball appeared in his hand.

The crystal ball exudes a soft light, as if it is the brightest star in the night sky.

The old man muttered something, and the crystal ball burst out with a bright blue light in an instant, and the blue light spread around like a substance.

A huge water curtain suddenly appeared in the sky, and the tragic battle between the Sea of ​​Demons and the Dazhen Dynasty was clearly reflected on the water curtain.

In the picture, war is flying, gunpowder is filled with smoke, and the shouts of killing are deafening.

The twelve strong men were agile in shape. They either held sharp blades or cast spells to fight desperately with the demons in the sea of ​​demons.

The demons have different shapes, some are huge, like a hill; some are extremely fast, like lightning.

The battle was extremely fierce, with heavy casualties on both sides.

Although the twelve strong men are powerful, there are many demons in the sea of ​​demons, and they are gradually in trouble.

However, the twelve strong men did not retreat. They leaned tightly together, supported each other, and tenaciously resisted the attacks of the demons.

In the end, in a shocking explosion, the picture gradually blurred, leaving only a piece of ruins and twelve gradually falling figures...

In the water curtain, the picture gradually became clear, and on the left was a middle-aged man wearing black armor.

The armor shines with a cold luster, as if it was made of some mysterious and evil metal, engraved with strange and complex runes, and a faint terrifying atmosphere.

His figure was tall, like a towering mountain, his hands were like eagle claws, his knuckles were thick and powerful, and his nails were as sharp as a knife, as if he could tear the air apart with a slight grab.

His eyes were deep and cold, like the cold stars in the cold night, exuding endless murderous intent and ambition, which made people shudder.

Behind him is a vast army of millions of demons.

These demons have different shapes. Some are as huge as mountains and covered with sharp thorns. Every step they take makes the earth tremble; some are as small as rats, but they are extremely fast and can travel freely in the team; some can spit flames, release poisonous fog, and emit disgusting stench.

They roared and roared, and the sound seemed to come from hell, making people creepy.

And ahead of the army, there is a city.

That was the "Demon Suppressing City" located on the border of the Great Town Dynasty.

The former Demon Suppression City had tall and strong walls, towering gates, crisscrossing streets, houses lined up, and a prosperous scene.

However, at this time, it had turned into ruins.

The broken walls were shaking in the smoke of gunpowder, broken rubble scattered all over the ground, the burning flames had not yet completely extinguished, and crackling sounds were made from time to time, as if telling the cruelty of this war.

Above the ruins, there were twelve figures.

Each one is extremely powerful, with dazzling light emitting from them, which is a symbol of strength and momentum.

Their faces were firm and cold, and their eyes revealed fearlessness and determination. Each of them looked like a torch, staring at the army of demons ahead.

Although they were in a desperate situation, they still had no intention of retreating, as if they were a group of warriors who protected justice, preparing to engage in a final desperate battle with the demons.

The war broke out.

In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color and the wind and clouds surged.

Countless attacks bombarded the world, and the light of the spells was like a bright meteor, passing through the dark night sky; the collision of weapons was like thunder, deafening.

The demons rushed towards the twelve strong men with their teeth, attacking with their sharp claws and teeth, and bombarding with powerful spells.

The twelve strong men fought hard with their superb martial arts and strong strength.

They either cast spells or waved weapons to engage in a fierce close-in battle with the demons.

This war lasted for several years, every inch of land was stained with blood, and every piece of air was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

The twelve figures finally fell into a pool of blood.

They were not dead, but they were already dying, covered with scars and blood kept flowing.

They looked at the man wearing black armor in despair, their eyes full of reluctance and helplessness.

They worked hard. In this war, most of the army of demons was killed, and their brave battles cost the demons a heavy price.

But because reinforcements failed to arrive, they were still outnumbered.

The Demon-Suppressing City also collapsed and turned into a complete ruin. The prosperity and glory of the past no longer exist.

The man in black armor sneered, and the laughter was filled with sarcasm and smugness.

He waved the eagle claws and pointed at the Dazhen Dynasty, his voice cold and cruel: "Attack! Destroy the human race today!"

Behind him, the demons cheered, as if they had seen the dawn of victory, and were ready to make a concerted effort to flatten the dynasty of the town.

However, at this moment, an old man came slowly.

The old man rode on an old cow. The old cow was slow and steady, and a gentle aura was emitted on his body.

The old man held a pipe in his mouth, and wisps of blue smoke came out of the pipe. He looked leisurely, as if the fierce war in front of him had nothing to do with him.

He was wearing a simple robe, his hair and beard were gray, but his eyes revealed a deep and mysterious power.

When he arrived at the ruins of the Demon Suppressing City, he glanced at the armored man opposite him indifferently, his voice was calm but he had an unquestionable majesty: "Let's stop here. I don't want to destroy the sea of ​​demons, but I can't allow you to enter the Great Town Dynasty. My grandson will come here soon, so you can't destroy it."

Although his voice was not loud, it was clearly heard in everyone's ears, as if there was an invisible force that made the surrounding air solidify.

The man in black armor had no expression on his face, and his cold face seemed to be carved from ice, without any emotional fluctuations.

He spoke coldly, his voice as if from the Nine Nether Hell: "What if I don't?"
Chapter completed!