The Demon Lord, his face as black as thunder after learning all the news, was naturally extremely angry. He quickly ordered his subordinates to assemble the large army.
"Today, we must wipe out the Phoenix Goddess and the others once and for all, and avenge our clansmen!"
Standing on the sacrificial altar, the Demon Lord shouted words to boost morale. As a result, the warriors who had lost their families were all filled with righteous indignation, and their morale soared instantly.
The deafening chorus of agreement satisfied the Demon Lord greatly.
After deploying the troops, the Demon Clan's large army charged towards Yaohua and the others' camp.
"Report! Your Highness the High Priest, the Demon Clan's army is only a few dozen kilometers away from us!"
The vanguard officer under Qingmei immediately sent someone back to report as soon as he detected the Demon Clan's movements.
Sure enough, when Qingmei heard that the Demon Clan's large army was coming, hatred welled up in her eyes.
She knew that there was no turning back for her. For the compatriots who had died unjustly before and to atone for her own sins, Qingmei quickly summoned Jun Chongming and Yaohua.
"Two Divine Beings, the situation is extremely critical now. The Demon Clan's large army is approaching us. For your safety, please take temporary shelter."
After Qingmei said this, Yaohua raised her eyebrows and glanced at Jun Chongming, who was silent beside her. She saw that his expression was becoming increasingly gloomy, and the air pressure around him seemed to drop a few degrees.
Perhaps that's why Yaohua spoke to Qingmei.
"You don't need to say more about this. We will fight alongside you. The Demon Clan has been a scourge to the Three Realms for a long time. If we can't uphold justice today, I'm afraid our consciences will be troubled."
Yaohua paused for a moment and then continued.
"The current situation allows no delay. You should quickly assemble the troops, and we will fight together."
After Yaohua finished speaking, Qingmei immediately went down to deploy the troops. At the same time, Jun Chongming also got everything ready. In less than an hour.
Yaohua's side was fully prepared, and the Demon Clan's large army was also approaching them.
"Yaohua, Jun Chongming, I advise you to surrender quickly, lest you be beaten to a pulp later and lose your dignity as Divine Beings."
The Demon Lord was now challenging them in front of the formation. The sarcasm in his words was really annoying.
In the face of the Demon Lord's provocation, Jun Chongming sneered at the corner of his mouth and didn't argue with him too much.
Instead, looking at the mighty momentum of the Demon Clan on the opposite side, he now understood that the Ancient Demon had rebuilt the Demon Clan by controlling the Shuangtong Kingdom and Qingmei.
"Judging from the situation of the Ancient Demon, it seems that he is fighting a desperate battle today. So, we must not take it lightly!"
Yaohua's eyes darkened, and she patiently instructed Qingmei beside her.
Qingmei nodded repeatedly.
At this moment, Yaohua raised her left palm and struck out a palm force into the air. A cloud of black light shot up into the sky like a demonic cloud, instantly shattering the oncoming fighting spirit.
At this time, the black sacred dragon suddenly opened its mouth and spat out a huge lightning bolt at Yaohua. With a loud crack, it made all the onlookers tremble.
Chongming punched out, directly knocking the black dragon to the ground, making it swallow its broken teeth and blood.
Just at this moment, the Ancient Demon suddenly spat out a mouthful of old blood. His face turned deathly pale, and he staggered back. Seeing this, Qingmei picked up her sharp sword and charged towards the Ancient Demon.
In the blink of an eye! The Ancient Demon saw a sword light rushing towards him. He quickly adjusted his breathing and secretly exerted force in his hand. With his broad sleeve, he struck Qingmei heavily.
Caught off guard, Qingmei's figure flashed. She was injured by the demonic energy and fell straight down.
Just then, Yaohua, who was watching from the side, saw this. She tapped her toes on the ground, leaped into the air, and rushed towards the direction where Qingmei fell. She hugged Qingmei in her arms and quickly brought her back to the camp.
The Demon Lord was driven away by the joint efforts of the two, but both sides were severely injured, and neither side got any advantage.
He was very unwilling in his heart, but he was also seriously injured. He could only fight another day. But thinking that the other side had lost a person, he was more confident about the next battle.
On the other side, Qingmei died at the hands of the Demon Lord in order to atone for her sins. Yaohua brought her back to the camp and quickly treated her wounds. But at this moment, Qingmei was beyond redemption. No matter what method was used, it was useless. She raised her hand to stop Yaohua.
She knew that her life was coming to an end. Tremblingly, she took out a beautiful multicolored jade stone from her bosom and handed it to Yaohua, saying with all her strength.
"This is the Nuwa Stone. I'm giving it to you now. The Demon Lord hides his demonic energy and sucks people's souls to restore his strength. I'm afraid he will be even more powerful the next time he comes. You must be extremely careful and never let him succeed."
But even though she used all her strength, her voice was very weak. Yaohua could only squat down and lean on the edge of her bed to listen to her instructions one by one. She didn't dare to make any sound for fear that a single sound would make her unable to hear what Qingmei was saying.
After saying those words, she was already out of breath, but she still held on to her last breath and told Yaohua and the other one the words that she hadn't finished.
"The Ancient Demon Lord wants to get the Primordial Pearl. He will definitely use some despicable means to get it. You must be careful and never be deceived by his tricks. And you must protect the Shuangtong Kingdom well and never let the people be hurt again..."
She wanted to say something more, but the injuries in her body didn't allow her to continue. Finally, looking at everything in front of her, she slowly closed her eyes with a smile on her lips.
She had said everything she wanted to explain, and there was nothing she was reluctant to part with. Just like this, she ended her life.
Yaohua slumped to the ground all of a sudden. Looking at the person in front of her who had no breath or heartbeat, she couldn't come to her senses for a long time.
Chongming stepped forward to help her up and placed her on a seat. He gently stroked her back to comfort her and quickly arranged for someone to bury Qingmei properly.
The two remembered Qingmei's instructions to them and were on guard against the Demon Lord's next attack. Yaohua put the Nuwa Stone in a hidden place and carried it close to her body.
She, under the guise of being a priest, harmed the people of the country and helped the Demon Lord restore his strength, which had already made the people dissatisfied with the gods.
On the surface, she was the high priest of the Shuangtong Kingdom, but secretly she had long been a member of the Demon Clan and used her identity to help the Demon Clan do some shady things.
This made the Demon Clan increasingly powerful, while the number of people became fewer and fewer, and their lives were miserable.
But they had no way to stop the priest. They could only watch their relatives and friends leave them one by one, and they could only pray that the next one wouldn't be themselves.
She was no longer worthy of being the high priest of the Shuangtong Kingdom. She never considered the people and only wanted to help the Demon Clan become powerful.
The people had launched uprisings many times, trying to drive her out of power, but they were all deceived by her despicable means. The people had no choice but to live a life of hunger, cold, and constant fear.
They only hoped that someone would come to save them and let them no longer live like this.