In this world, there are always so many people with an exaggerated sense of self-importance. Such people never consider their own mistakes and only blame others.

These people are destined to be pitiful and, ultimately, the most despised!

But Leonard would never realize this. He looked at Bai Lan and the other women with a cruel smile on his face and said:

"Since you all belong to the Demon King, then I will destroy you and let the Demon King taste the pain of loss!"

"Boom!"

At that moment, a loud explosion sounded outside.

This sudden noise startled Leonard.

Wasn't the battle outside already finished? What on earth was this noise?

No time to think, Leonard immediately ran outside.

When Leonard rushed outside, the elite of Purgatory had already fallen, and Muhammad was fiercely fighting.

"The Demon King! It really is the Demon King! He's truly here!"

Upon seeing Ye Qiu, Leonard didn't know what feelings surged in his heart: excitement or hatred? Or perhaps both.

But one thing was certain: as long as Ye Qiu lived, Leonard would remain irreconcilable with him!

"Pfft..."

Just moments ago, Muhammad was full of vigor, but under Ye Qiu's full assault, he was immediately wounded.

He hid nearby, intently staring at Ye Qiu.

The Demon King's renown he had long heard, but he never took it seriously. Yet tonight's battle left him trembling with fear, realizing that until he faced him, he'd never understand the Demon King's true might.

"Brother Ye!"

The members of the Blood Demon Squad, seeing Ye Qiu's powerful appearance, were overwhelmed with excitement and struggled to get up from the ground.

"How's it going? Not dead yet, right?"

Listening to Ye Qiu's seemingly calm words, the members of the Blood Demon Squad were almost moved to tears.

They couldn't recall how many times after great battles Ye Qiu would ask them this question, and they would proudly reply to him...

"Brother Ye, these small fry really think they can take the Blood Demon Squad's lives? You must be underestimating us."

Saying this, a member of the Blood Demon Squad couldn't control their tears from falling.

The past memories resurfaced bit by bit. They were once brothers fighting side by side, completing missions between life and death—the camaraderie during hard times is something one would never understand without experiencing it.

In an instant, the members of the Blood Demon Squad seemed to see the joy of those days fighting together.

Witnessing these tough men shed tears, Ye Qiu was also moved. It's said that those who have served regret it for three years, those who haven't regret it for a lifetime—this is nothing but the truth.

In the barracks, brotherhood is the most precious and sincere bond!

"This is wonderful! Whether the Demon Corps or the Blood Demon Squad, there are only heroic deaths standing, not lying cowards tomorrow!"

"In the enemies' eyes, we are Demons, the Death Gods that claim their lives. The more they think so, the prouder we should be! Because... once a Demon, always a Demon!"

"Once a Demon, always a Demon! Sworn to protect Huaxia's safety with our lives!"

"Kill!"

The Blood Demon Squad, already gravely injured, but Ye Qiu's forceful arrival gave them a shot of adrenaline. Perhaps they couldn't reach half their full strength now, but that didn't matter—fighting alongside Ye Qiu was happiness and joy!

Ye Qiu and the Blood Demon Squad members exploded into action, instantly making the elites of Purgatory understand what it meant to be the Demon Corps, what it meant to be Huaxia's invincible army!

As the nine passed, hardly anyone could stand, the crimson blood soaking the ground, the cries of battle echoing across the sky.

All of this collectively showcased the Demon Corps' extraordinary qualities!

Bai Lan and the others coming out from the safe house witnessed this scene and all burst into tears!

Though they had never served in the military, not understanding a soldier's bond, it was clear the emotion between Ye Qiu and the Blood Demon Squad members was profoundly moving.

"Demon King! I want you dead!"

Leonard went mad, completely mad. Even Muhammad wasn't Ye Qiu's match, how could he be?

Under immense hatred, he forgot all that, desperately charging forward to clash with Ye Qiu.

But in the next second, harsh reality gave him a resounding slap—simply not a match is simply not a match, no matter how unwilling he is to accept it.

Almost, Leonard exchanged a dozen or so blows with Ye Qiu before being sent flying with a punch—a blow too severe to be any harsher.

Muhammad quickly came to assist his old partner, but sheer numbers couldn't bridge the gap in strength.

No matter how desperately they fought, against Ye Qiu's assaults, retreat was inevitable!

"Kill!"

At this moment, from afar, more shouts of battle erupted, as a group of whites charged out of the darkness.

Each bore a noticeable mark on their arms, two blood-soaked "crosses" stark in the night.

Blood Cross members!

No one expected the Blood Cross brigade to appear at this moment.

Seeing these sudden Blood Cross members, both Leonard and Muhammad were stupefied.

Purgatory and Blood Cross were eternal foes, never imagining meeting under such circumstances.

Yet, the Blood Cross brigade didn't spare them a glance, charging straight for Ye Qiu.

"A battle of attrition?"

Having just floored the Purgatory fighters, Blood Cross charged immediately forward, and if this was a coincidence, Ye Qiu would find it hard to believe.

Perhaps the Blood Cross planned it this way, letting Purgatory exhaust Ye Qiu first, then launching a fierce assault.

Simply put, Purgatory was used by Blood Cross, played as mere cannon fodder.

Nonetheless, Ye Qiu couldn't care less. Despite the recent battle draining some stamina, so what? Slaying trash didn't require him to be at peak!

"Kill!"

Ye Qiu, with unparalleled valor, charged alone towards the Blood Cross brigade.

It's clear these Blood Cross members couldn't challenge Ye Qiu, yet they fearlessly pressed on, nearly sacrificing themselves against him.

Ye Qiu snatched a large sword from a Blood Cross member, then, amidst the encirclement, wielded it relentlessly.

The large sword, like a scythe of Death, drenched the soil in blood wherever it swung, coloring the ground, coloring Ye Qiu...

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