Chapter 820

Looking at Zhuowen playing with the blood spear, the Sacred Leader was still in disbelief. The blood spear that contained the resentment and blood Qi of the ancestors was picked up by this young man just like that?The resentment within the blood spear was so terrifying that even he found it difficult to bear. However, Zhuowen was able to pull it out so easily and even played with it with great interest.Seeing this scene, the Sacred Leader felt like he had been cheated!"Sacred Leader!This blood spear isn't as terrifying as you say it is! "Zhuowen said with satisfaction as he waved the blood spear around.The corner of the Sacred Leader's mouth twitched when he heard this. He felt that Zhuo Wen's words were very infuriating. However, he temporarily restrained his emotions and said, "It seems that the blood spear is fated to be with you!"Zhuowen laughed in his heart. If it weren't for the Blood Demon, it wouldn't have been so easy for him to bear the terrifying resentment within the blood spear.However, the moment he held the blood spear, Zhuowen found that the blood spear faintly contained a sharp and terrifying killing intent. This intent was very strong."Protector Zhuo!This blood spear contains the memories of the ancestors. This ancestor was an existence that comprehended the power of the spear. You can send your thoughts into the blood spear. Perhaps there will be some useful experience for you. "The Sacred Leader said.Nodding, Zhuowen no longer hesitated. He turned his thoughts into needle-like shapes and drilled them into the blood spear.Boom!The moment Zhuo Wen's mind entered the blood-red spear, an extremely terrifying spear Force burst out from the blood-red spear. Immediately, countless blood-red spear shadows fell from the sky like a blood-red waterfall, sealing Zhuo Wen and the blood-red spear within.The Sacred Leader slowly took a few steps back. Looking at the countless blood spear shadows in front of him, his gaze was extremely serious. He muttered in a low voice, "What a terrifying spear power!I wonder if Protector Zhuo can comprehend the true power of the spear from it? ""Fine!I'll stay here for a year. After a year, I'll go out to take charge of dealing with the demonic creatures!I hope you won't disappoint me, Enforcer Zhuo! "As the Holy Lord spoke, he sat down cross-legged not too far away from Zhuowen. His eyes quietly stared at Zhuowen within the blood red spear shadow. If anything happened to Zhuowen, he would immediately move to stop him.There were only two years left before the Demonic Creatures broke the seal, so he could only stay here for a year. A year later, he would gather all the human powerhouses in Shengzon and prepare to resist the incoming Demonic Army.This was a land of blood. As far as the eye could see, it was filled with the color of blood. Above the land of blood, there was a pitter-patter of rain. This rain was blood.This world was a world of blood. Everything in sight was filled with the color of blood, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood.Walls that were several dozen meters tall surrounded the bloody soil. The walls were blood-red and covered in strange, blood-red inscriptions. They were filled with a strange power.On top of the high walls was a ring-shaped seating platform. Its shape was very similar to the Colosseum of ancient Rome. On the platform sat many tall and ferocious creatures.These creatures were not humans. They had pitch-black scales and sharp horns on their foreheads. They were three meters tall and had blood-red eyes.These ferocious creatures opened their blood-red eyes and looked down at Zhuowen, who was below the high walls. To be more precise, they were not looking at Zhuowen, but at the area behind Zhuowen.Turning around, Zhuowen looked behind him. There were iron fences, and within the iron fences was a dark iron prison. In Zhuowen's eyes, these iron fences imprisoned humans in tattered clothes.There were men and women, but most of these humans had dull eyes. It was as if they were numb and had no attachment to this world."Is this the past of the blood-red space from ten thousand years ago?"Looking at the scene around him, Zhuowen quickly understood. These scenes should be the memories from ten thousand years ago in the blood spear. Now, his consciousness was reading these memories that few people knew of from ten thousand years ago, as if he was watching a movie.The ferocious creatures on the platform on the high walls should be the extremely terrifying demonic creatures from ten thousand years ago. They enslaved humans, killed them, and even tortured them. They treated them like livestock.Looking at the apathetic humans behind the iron fence, as well as the demons laughing and cursing on the high wall, Zhuo Wen's heart suddenly couldn't help but burst into a monstrous rage. This rage was the sorrow and anger of seeing his own race being enslaved and slaughtered by another race.Zhuo Wen himself was a human, but now seeing his own race being treated like this by a group of monsters that were neither human nor ghost, how could he not be angry and indignant?"Kill!Kill!Kill!Human livestock, if you want to live, then kill each other at all costs!Haha! "On the high walls, the demonic creature's hoarse and unpleasant voice sounded. Then, the iron fences were all opened. One by one, the numb humans slowly walked out of the iron fences.Clang clang clang!Weapons of different shapes and sizes fell from the sky and stabbed into the bloody ground. The humans who walked out of the iron fence stared at the weapons in front of the bloody ground in a daze. They were still motionless as if time had stopped."Hmm?Don't kill?If the twenty of you don't kill, all of you will die!If you kill each other, the winner can live. Only one can live!Choose, either all of you die, or only one of you survives. "The demonic creature's voice sounded again. It was like thunder, echoing in the sky above the bloody ground.Pitter patter patter!The blood rain fell again, and it was getting heavier and heavier. The entire space was dyed red. The twenty humans still didn't move. Their eyes were still numb, and they just let the blood rain fall on their bodies."Good!Since you don't kill, then I will kill all of you! "The demonic creature's voice became angry. It was about to attack."Kill!"However, just as the monster was about to attack, a shrill cry rang out. A young man sobbed as he rushed out from a corner. He pulled out an ordinary-looking spear from the bloody soil and charged towards another middle-aged man beside him.The middle-aged man was in a daze. He looked at the young man who was rushing toward him. He remained motionless and just looked at the young man quietly.Puchi!The long spear pierced through his chest. The middle-aged man took a few steps back and spat out a mouthful of blood. However, a peaceful smile appeared on his face. He looked at the young man and said, "Thank you. Do your best to live!"With that, the middle-aged man fell to the ground. His breath gradually weakened, and he finally died …The young man was stunned. He held the long spear with both hands. A stream of blood flowed from the middle-aged man's body into the young man's hands. It was the first time he realized that blood could be so hot. However, his heart turned cold.Because of his cowardice and fear of death, he killed someone. Moreover, he killed an innocent person.Plop!The young man sat on the ground and cried hysterically. Accompanied by a rain of blood, his cries filled the entire arena. It was mournful and helpless."Good, good, good!You're a good man. Pick up the spear again and kill the other 63 people!Otherwise, it won't be just the 63 people who will die. You will die too!If you want to live, you have to kill the others. "The countless demonic creatures on the high platform laughed as if the scene just now was very funny. To them, the human race killing each other was a comedy. A comedy that made them convulse with laughter.The young man looked up and stared at the countless demonic creatures on the high platform. He slowly stood up and stopped crying. A deep resentment grew in his eyes.It was all because of these demonic creatures. Otherwise, why would he and the others fall to this point? I can't die. I have to become stronger. Strong enough to kill these demonic creatures!Wiping the tears from the corner of his eyes, the young man gently put down the middle-aged man's body and pulled out the long spear. His eyes were filled with determination. He couldn't die. He had to become stronger. He had to make these demonic creatures pay the price.Puchi!Puchi!The young man's attacks became cold-blooded and ruthless. The sluggishness in his eyes was no longer there. It was replaced with indifference and resentment. He knew that the only thing he could do now was to kill, to kill these innocent people of his own race.After the young man killed the last person, he came to a corner and suddenly vomited. The sorrow and self-blame in his eyes became even more intense.Although his only choice was to kill, how could he feel good whenever he remembered that the people who died in his hands were his own race?"Good job!Human, what's your name?To be able to raise the weapon in your hand and kill your own race, we demonic creatures agree with your shamelessness. Haha! "A demonic creature asked loudly with a mocking tone.Planting the long spear on the ground, the young man's eyes became unprecedentedly determined. He did not answer the demonic creature's question."It doesn't matter if you don't answer!You did well today. You've survived!There's still a battle tomorrow. If you want to struggle at death's door, then continue to kill!Kill your fellow clansmen, and live on in their resentment!Haha. "Countless demonic creatures roared with laughter. They looked at the young man as if they were looking at a joke. That's right, killing their own race was very funny to them!Time passed day by day. The young man appeared in the arena every day. Every time, he would be able to stand at the end and kill everyone else. The ordinary long spear in the young man's hand gradually turned blood-red and became a blood spear.The young man became more and more indifferent. His heart was like steel. No matter who his opponent was, he would kill them with a single spear. The only hope in his heart was to live on. He would live on just like that.On this day, the iron fence opened once again. The young man slowly walked out with a blood spear in his hand and a cold gaze in his eyes.Stepping on the bloody ground, the young man's eyes revealed a trace of astonishment. This was because he realized that there was only one person on the bloody ground today. Usually, there would be more than ten people appearing at the same time. It was the first time that only one person had appeared today.When the young man raised his head and his gaze fell on the figure on the ground, his pupils shrank and his body trembled.It was a young girl. Although she was wearing a coarse short skirt made of animal skin and her hair was slightly disheveled, it still could not hide the girl's snow-white skin and delicate face."Xue Yao?"

Looking at Zhuowen playing with the blood spear, the Sacred Leader was still in disbelief. The blood spear that contained the resentment and blood Qi of the ancestors was picked up by this young man just like that?

The resentment within the blood spear was so terrifying that even he found it difficult to bear. However, Zhuowen was able to pull it out so easily and even played with it with great interest.

Seeing this scene, the Sacred Leader felt like he had been cheated!

"Sacred Leader!

This blood spear isn't as terrifying as you say it is! "Zhuowen said with satisfaction as he waved the blood spear around.

The corner of the Sacred Leader's mouth twitched when he heard this. He felt that Zhuo Wen's words were very infuriating. However, he temporarily restrained his emotions and said, "It seems that the blood spear is fated to be with you!"

Zhuowen laughed in his heart. If it weren't for the Blood Demon, it wouldn't have been so easy for him to bear the terrifying resentment within the blood spear.

However, the moment he held the blood spear, Zhuowen found that the blood spear faintly contained a sharp and terrifying killing intent. This intent was very strong.

"Protector Zhuo!

This blood spear contains the memories of the ancestors. This ancestor was an existence that comprehended the power of the spear. You can send your thoughts into the blood spear. Perhaps there will be some useful experience for you. "The Sacred Leader said.

Nodding, Zhuowen no longer hesitated. He turned his thoughts into needle-like shapes and drilled them into the blood spear.

Boom!

The moment Zhuo Wen's mind entered the blood-red spear, an extremely terrifying spear Force burst out from the blood-red spear. Immediately, countless blood-red spear shadows fell from the sky like a blood-red waterfall, sealing Zhuo Wen and the blood-red spear within.

The Sacred Leader slowly took a few steps back. Looking at the countless blood spear shadows in front of him, his gaze was extremely serious. He muttered in a low voice, "What a terrifying spear power!

I wonder if Protector Zhuo can comprehend the true power of the spear from it? "

"Fine!

I'll stay here for a year. After a year, I'll go out to take charge of dealing with the demonic creatures!

I hope you won't disappoint me, Enforcer Zhuo! "

As the Holy Lord spoke, he sat down cross-legged not too far away from Zhuowen. His eyes quietly stared at Zhuowen within the blood red spear shadow. If anything happened to Zhuowen, he would immediately move to stop him.

There were only two years left before the Demonic Creatures broke the seal, so he could only stay here for a year. A year later, he would gather all the human powerhouses in Shengzon and prepare to resist the incoming Demonic Army.

This was a land of blood. As far as the eye could see, it was filled with the color of blood. Above the land of blood, there was a pitter-patter of rain. This rain was blood.

This world was a world of blood. Everything in sight was filled with the color of blood, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood.

Walls that were several dozen meters tall surrounded the bloody soil. The walls were blood-red and covered in strange, blood-red inscriptions. They were filled with a strange power.

On top of the high walls was a ring-shaped seating platform. Its shape was very similar to the Colosseum of ancient Rome. On the platform sat many tall and ferocious creatures.

These creatures were not humans. They had pitch-black scales and sharp horns on their foreheads. They were three meters tall and had blood-red eyes.

These ferocious creatures opened their blood-red eyes and looked down at Zhuowen, who was below the high walls. To be more precise, they were not looking at Zhuowen, but at the area behind Zhuowen.

Turning around, Zhuowen looked behind him. There were iron fences, and within the iron fences was a dark iron prison. In Zhuowen's eyes, these iron fences imprisoned humans in tattered clothes.

There were men and women, but most of these humans had dull eyes. It was as if they were numb and had no attachment to this world.

"Is this the past of the blood-red space from ten thousand years ago?"

Looking at the scene around him, Zhuowen quickly understood. These scenes should be the memories from ten thousand years ago in the blood spear. Now, his consciousness was reading these memories that few people knew of from ten thousand years ago, as if he was watching a movie.

The ferocious creatures on the platform on the high walls should be the extremely terrifying demonic creatures from ten thousand years ago. They enslaved humans, killed them, and even tortured them. They treated them like livestock.

Looking at the apathetic humans behind the iron fence, as well as the demons laughing and cursing on the high wall, Zhuo Wen's heart suddenly couldn't help but burst into a monstrous rage. This rage was the sorrow and anger of seeing his own race being enslaved and slaughtered by another race.

Zhuo Wen himself was a human, but now seeing his own race being treated like this by a group of monsters that were neither human nor ghost, how could he not be angry and indignant?

"Kill!

Kill!

Kill!

Human livestock, if you want to live, then kill each other at all costs!

Haha! "

On the high walls, the demonic creature's hoarse and unpleasant voice sounded. Then, the iron fences were all opened. One by one, the numb humans slowly walked out of the iron fences.

Clang clang clang!

Weapons of different shapes and sizes fell from the sky and stabbed into the bloody ground. The humans who walked out of the iron fence stared at the weapons in front of the bloody ground in a daze. They were still motionless as if time had stopped.

"Hmm?

Don't kill?

If the twenty of you don't kill, all of you will die!

If you kill each other, the winner can live. Only one can live!

Choose, either all of you die, or only one of you survives. "

The demonic creature's voice sounded again. It was like thunder, echoing in the sky above the bloody ground.

Pitter patter patter!

The blood rain fell again, and it was getting heavier and heavier. The entire space was dyed red. The twenty humans still didn't move. Their eyes were still numb, and they just let the blood rain fall on their bodies.

"Good!

Since you don't kill, then I will kill all of you! "The demonic creature's voice became angry. It was about to attack.

"Kill!"

However, just as the monster was about to attack, a shrill cry rang out. A young man sobbed as he rushed out from a corner. He pulled out an ordinary-looking spear from the bloody soil and charged towards another middle-aged man beside him.

The middle-aged man was in a daze. He looked at the young man who was rushing toward him. He remained motionless and just looked at the young man quietly.

Puchi!

The long spear pierced through his chest. The middle-aged man took a few steps back and spat out a mouthful of blood. However, a peaceful smile appeared on his face. He looked at the young man and said, "Thank you. Do your best to live!"

With that, the middle-aged man fell to the ground. His breath gradually weakened, and he finally died …

The young man was stunned. He held the long spear with both hands. A stream of blood flowed from the middle-aged man's body into the young man's hands. It was the first time he realized that blood could be so hot. However, his heart turned cold.

Because of his cowardice and fear of death, he killed someone. Moreover, he killed an innocent person.

Plop!

The young man sat on the ground and cried hysterically. Accompanied by a rain of blood, his cries filled the entire arena. It was mournful and helpless.

"Good, good, good!

You're a good man. Pick up the spear again and kill the other 63 people!

Otherwise, it won't be just the 63 people who will die. You will die too!

If you want to live, you have to kill the others. "

The countless demonic creatures on the high platform laughed as if the scene just now was very funny. To them, the human race killing each other was a comedy. A comedy that made them convulse with laughter.

The young man looked up and stared at the countless demonic creatures on the high platform. He slowly stood up and stopped crying. A deep resentment grew in his eyes.

It was all because of these demonic creatures. Otherwise, why would he and the others fall to this point? I can't die. I have to become stronger. Strong enough to kill these demonic creatures!

Wiping the tears from the corner of his eyes, the young man gently put down the middle-aged man's body and pulled out the long spear. His eyes were filled with determination. He couldn't die. He had to become stronger. He had to make these demonic creatures pay the price.

Puchi!

Puchi!

The young man's attacks became cold-blooded and ruthless. The sluggishness in his eyes was no longer there. It was replaced with indifference and resentment. He knew that the only thing he could do now was to kill, to kill these innocent people of his own race.

After the young man killed the last person, he came to a corner and suddenly vomited. The sorrow and self-blame in his eyes became even more intense.

Although his only choice was to kill, how could he feel good whenever he remembered that the people who died in his hands were his own race?

"Good job!

Human, what's your name?

To be able to raise the weapon in your hand and kill your own race, we demonic creatures agree with your shamelessness. Haha! "A demonic creature asked loudly with a mocking tone.

Planting the long spear on the ground, the young man's eyes became unprecedentedly determined. He did not answer the demonic creature's question.

"It doesn't matter if you don't answer!

You did well today. You've survived!

There's still a battle tomorrow. If you want to struggle at death's door, then continue to kill!

Kill your fellow clansmen, and live on in their resentment!

Haha. "

Countless demonic creatures roared with laughter. They looked at the young man as if they were looking at a joke. That's right, killing their own race was very funny to them!

Time passed day by day. The young man appeared in the arena every day. Every time, he would be able to stand at the end and kill everyone else. The ordinary long spear in the young man's hand gradually turned blood-red and became a blood spear.

The young man became more and more indifferent. His heart was like steel. No matter who his opponent was, he would kill them with a single spear. The only hope in his heart was to live on. He would live on just like that.

On this day, the iron fence opened once again. The young man slowly walked out with a blood spear in his hand and a cold gaze in his eyes.

Stepping on the bloody ground, the young man's eyes revealed a trace of astonishment. This was because he realized that there was only one person on the bloody ground today. Usually, there would be more than ten people appearing at the same time. It was the first time that only one person had appeared today.

When the young man raised his head and his gaze fell on the figure on the ground, his pupils shrank and his body trembled.

It was a young girl. Although she was wearing a coarse short skirt made of animal skin and her hair was slightly disheveled, it still could not hide the girl's snow-white skin and delicate face.

"Xue Yao?"