Reigning Supreme in countless worlds With Beast taming-Chapter 889 - 883: The Old Fox’s Cunning and the Demon King’s Greed
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Chapter 889 -883: The Old Fox’s Cunning and the Demon King’s Greed
On a vast white bone plain tens of thousands of miles away from the gathering place of the Extreme Abyss, two armies, each numbering nearly a hundred thousand, face off from a distance of a thousand miles.
Both armies may not seem numerous compared to the large numbers deployed in a single expedition by the Beast Taming Sect.
Yet in this Abandoned Land, where there is no space for ordinary beings to survive, even those serving as cannon fodder in these armies would be considered powerful among extraordinary beings in the outside world.
In these forces, any random grab would yield a handful of Demigod Realm beings, and experts of Upper Divine Realm number in the tens of thousands. Such a vast number of powerful beings would require almost all major forces to gather together even in an ordinary high-rank world!
But here, in the Abandoned Land, such forces can only dominate a region, and in such a large gathering place as Extreme Abyss, they can’t even dominate the entire area, ranking only among the five top-level powers.
Though these two armies are small in number, the number of powerful beings among them is astonishing.
It is because of their overwhelming strength that the battle can only be held far away from the gathering place.
Otherwise, a slight mistake would affect the gathering place—though not to the point of destroying all buildings, it could anger the other top forces, who might take advantage to intervene fiercely during their intense battle, and then there would be nowhere to argue for justice.
In each camp, the demon’s side is filled with surging demonic qi, brimming with endless demonic killing aura, with shouts and screams occasionally emanating, while the many demons look fiercely towards the opposite side.
In the demon clan’s army, demon clan experts lead, supported by other monsters, forming a force that, at first glance, is much more organized than the demon army.
Therefore, although fewer in number, the demon clan’s formation shows no disorder. The pervasive demon energy instead gives them an edge in momentum.
However, few among the Demon Gods take this seriously.
These beings from the Abyss, unless under the strong restraint of a mighty figure, have no sense of discipline whatsoever.
In their view, so what if the demon clan’s formation is neat, once they break in and kill, won’t it become chaos anyway!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
A series of muffled sounds emanate from the rear of the demon army. The Barto Demon King, escorted by dozens of Upper Demon Gods, walks out from the parting demon army.
His size is about ten plus zhàng tall, with thick limbs and unusually long arms, almost reaching the ground, his slightly swaying figure resembling a great ape.
Yet, no one dares to mock his appearance; in fact, few even pay attention to his form.
Because the aura emanating from this Demon King is too tyrannical and fierce, his gaze domineering without bounds, causing those who meet his eyes to be intimidated by his aura, shivering in fear, not daring to entertain the thought of engaging him in battle.
Every step of this Demon King is extremely heavy, causing the white bone earth to tremble, and his aura becomes a bit stronger with each step!
“Indeed, a brute!”
In the demon clan camp, an old man with white beard and hair strokes his beard dismissively with scornful eyes: “Not adjusting the formation to respond to our attack, but instead breaking the formation for the sake of face, splitting the army from the rear.
Hmph, this rabble is bound to collapse at the first blow!
Soon, as long as all forces listen to the White Tiger Demon Commander’s orders, we can shatter their battle formation with a single strike and slaughter this demonic horde!”
“Hehe… Fox Elder, that’s where you’re mistaken!”
The divine turtle standing beside couldn’t help but chuckle lightly at the other’s words, adjusting the two short mustaches on his lips, saying: “Although the demon army’s formation is scattered, it’s not easily broken.”
“Oh? What insights does Daoist Fellow Profound Turtle have?”
The old man known as Fox Elder squinted at the divine turtle, a flash of dissatisfaction in his eyes.
He hails from the Heavenly Fox clan, having even cultivated nine fox tails, with a deep Dao cultivation at the Profound Immortal Middle Stage, his bloodline divine powers from the Heavenly Fox inheritance have been cultivated to the utmost, adept in illusion techniques and skilled in manipulating hearts, especially in strategy, trusted as a strategist by the Huntian Demon King.
Though there are several seasoned schemers within the demon clan camp, none surpass him in intrigue and trickery.
Hence this old fox is highly valued by the Huntian Demon King, much of the early plotting in various gathering places was his handiwork, including the plan to incite a battle between the Barto Demon King and the Light Angel.
Originally, he thought his position unshakeable, but since the Huntian Demon King enlisted this divine turtle, adept at prediction calculation, signs of instability seemed to appear.
Thus, he used various means to forcefully remove the old turtle from Huntian Demon King’s side, under the pretext that the Extreme Abyss gathering place was too important and required this sage in divination to oversee.
The old turtle was utterly indifferent to this; even without the old fox’s maneuvering, it would have volunteered.
So it gladly accepted, and upon arriving at the gathering place, it contributed significantly, aiding the demon clan in targeting other forces, through incitement and assassination, eliminating a batch of experts in preparation for the demon clan’s settlement.
But it soon cooperated with its own master and spiritual beasts embedded in other camps to unveil all of the demon clan’s plans, including secret activities in the gathering place over the years, perfectly shifting blame onto other demon clans with an alibi for itself.
The Nine-Tailed Old Fox was infuriated for quite some time over the exposure of its plans, suspecting the old turtle’s hand in scheming against it, otherwise, such a major blunder should not have occurred.
Sadly, it had no evidence of suspicion, nor did it dare voice doubts about the old turtle to other demon clans, for it would surely invite the scorn of other demon immortals.
After all, the previous maneuvers to oust the old turtle were somewhat too blatant; now if it were to blame the failure of its own plans on the old turtle, no demon immortal would believe it, instead viewing it as petty and incapable of working with others, intolerant of capable beings.
Thus, its resentment towards the old turtle remains unvented; now hearing the old turtle actually refute its words, it grows even more furious.
The old turtle, seemingly oblivious to the anger hidden in Fox Elder’s eyes, smiles and says: “Fox Elder, standing by Huntian Demon King’s side, assisting in significant decisions, is naturally beyond what humble old turtle can compare.
However, I’ve been residing at the Extreme Abyss gathering place for years, secretly observing abyss experts for a long time, gaining considerable understanding of their nature, which is why I feel they won’t easily be defeated!”
“Eagerly awaiting your esteemed insights!”
The Nine-Tailed Old Fox’s tone was somewhat forceful, unconsciously raising its voice by two notches.
“Most of the subordinates under Barto Demon King are from the Abyss, and due to its extreme chaos, even their way of waging war appears disorganized; they just charge forward and start a wild brawl.”
“Hmph, if that’s not a ragtag bunch, then what is?”
The Nine-Tailed Old Fox let out a cold laugh.
“Hehe, Elder Fox, no need to be anxious, listen to me explain!”
The Elder Turtle spoke slowly and leisurely, “In any other world, such tactics would naturally be insignificant, but the Abyss is different.
Not only is survival in the Abyss difficult, but competition is also unimaginably harsh. Each layer’s lords wage war and plunder each other. Although their armies lack organization, over countless years of warfare, this chaotic way of fighting has developed into a unique strategy.
When these Abyss creatures fight, they often surge forward en masse. Aside from a very few unfortunates, the majority can avoid spell bombardment and reach the enemy lines, then disrupt their formation.
The Abyss Army may not excel at arranging troops strategically, but they manage to draw their opponents into similar chaotic circumstances, then engage in the kind of melee they are most familiar with.
And when it comes to melees, there are indeed few worlds more skilled than the creatures of the Abyss.
So, Elder Fox, you better remind the White Tiger Demon Commander to prepare well. Don’t underestimate the opponent just because their camp seems disorganized; or else, you might suffer a loss and it would be too late for regret by then!”
“Hmph, even if these Abyss creatures are good at disrupting opponents’ formations, it still depends on who they are facing!”
The Nine-Tailed Old Fox raised its chin, “Our Demon Clan’s war formations intimidate the heavens; how could ordinary world armies compare?
This unorganized bunch has no chance of breaking apart the White Tiger Formation without having an army several times larger than ours!”
“Sigh… well then!”
The Old Turtle shook its head and sighed lightly, “I am ultimately less familiar with military formations than Elder Fox, perhaps I underestimated our Demon Clan’s formation and wasn’t aware of the White Tiger Formation’s power, treat my previous words as if I never said them!”
With that, he quietly took a step back, showing a dejected and disheartened look, making the Old Fox feel secretly pleased.
He thought this turtle surely knew it couldn’t compete with him and thus showed an attitude of concession.
“Hmph!”
The Nine-Tailed Old Fox was inwardly proud but didn’t truly let its guard down; it still heeded some of the Old Turtle’s words and secretly communicated to the Demon Commander from the White Tiger lineage, advising caution against having their formation disrupted!
Unfortunately, that Demon Commander was even more arrogant, believing in the strength of their formation, and didn’t take the chaotic demons seriously at all, responding casually without putting the Nine-Tailed Old Fox’s advice to heart.
“Hoo…”
At the front of the camp, Barto Demon King halted his steps, exhaling two jets of sulfuric white steam from his nostrils, and looked towards the opposing camp with disdain.
As he swept his gaze over the numerous Demon Clans, although their formations were orderly, they appeared to him as nothing more than a formation of weaklings, not worth considering.
Until his fierce gaze landed on a pale face, did his movements slow and a sliver of seriousness appeared on his face.
But it was only a sliver!
Because in his eyes, it didn’t matter who the opponent was, he could crush them. Even if that so-called Demon King over there seemed formidable, so what?
In his lifetime, he had fought countless battles, slaying many powerhouses of the same level; one more was of no consequence!
As a former Abyss Lord, if not for provoking too many powerful foes, he wouldn’t have ended up being cast into the Abyss Mist to the Abandoned Land.
Yet, even here, he was an incredibly powerful existence. In his heart, he planned to break free, then toss his former enemies in here, letting them feel the despair of being in the Abandoned Land.
In the Demon Clan camp, Huntian Demon King stepped forward, ready to engage with Barto Demon King.
Though they were destined to battle to the death, he felt that as a leader and a formidable, awe-inspiring Demon King, even if he wanted to kill his opponent, he should still display the demeanor of a Demon King.
However, just as he took a step forward, he saw Barto Demon King on the opposite side ready and simply swung his war hammer with a roar, and behind him, the demon army charged, howling!
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No so-called confrontation of the two armies, no contest of momentum; just a chaotic rush forward. That messy formation made Huntian Demon King frown — such a group, can they even be called an army?
It seems Barto Demon King is merely strong in individual combat, but wholly neglects managing his subordinates.
Thus, as long as he quickly defeats the opponent’s subordinates, he could leverage the power of the war formation to overcome the opponent, sparing the need for additional measures.
A slight smile appeared on Huntian Demon King’s lips, his eyes flickering with strange light.
After this battle, Huntian Demon King would become one of the new overlords of the Extreme Abyss.
He mused if the other top-level forces were equally fragile, he wouldn’t mind seizing control of the entire gathering area.
He had already investigated; the accumulated power in several arrays of Extreme Abyss could protect a powerhouse in crossing part of the Abyss Mist.
If he gathered skilled formation masters from his Demon Clan to unite the five formations in the gathering area, wouldn’t it mean he could combine these five core prohibitions, focusing all the power on himself, allowing him to leave here even more safely!
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