World-Ending Demon Emperor-Chapter 2060 - 959: The Demon Emperor’s Wrath! The World Changes Color!

Chapter 2060: Chapter 959: The Demon Emperor’s Wrath! The World Changes Color!

Under Lanling’s mighty palm, the hundreds of thousands of troops on the ground left not even a trace of bone.

They were directly reduced to ashes and scattered dust.

At this moment, Emperor Moda was completely in a state of stupor.

In contrast, Crown Prince Motuo yelled loudly: "All airship crystal cannons, open fire, open fire..."

Immediately, all the crystal cannons on the tens of thousands of airships from the Motuo Empire, a full hundred thousand of them, fired in unison at Lanling’s massive figure, needing no aim as the target was extraordinarily large.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

Tens of thousands of beams of energy shone with a dazzling light, shooting toward Lanling.

Dazzling and astonishing!

In the blink of an eye, they reached the front of Lanling’s gigantic body.

Demon Emperor Lanling opened his mouth wide and swallowed forcibly!

In an instant, the energy lights of tens of thousands of crystal cannons were completely consumed.

The energy of these crystal cannons was incredibly powerful, yet now it was all devoured in one gulp.

After swallowing, Lanling closed his mouth, then aimed at a segment of the Empire Moda’s troops on the ground and suddenly opened his mouth to spew.

The energy lights of tens of thousands of crystal cannons merged into one in his mouth, then descended from the sky like a pillar of destruction, sweeping across the densely packed Empire Moda troops.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom..."

Regardless of the army, they were utterly pulverized.

The grand troops of the Motuo Empire, incomparably powerful legions, were reduced to ashes piece by piece.

The scene before them seemed like a divine retribution.

The astounding pillar of light shooting down from the sky shattered the thousands, tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of troops on the ground.

After the energy light from Lanling’s mouth finished shooting, another hundred thousand troops were thoroughly evaporated from this world.

"Airship Legion? Emperor Moda, your energy civilization has indeed developed well, huh?" Lanling sneered: "But you are a traitor to the Demon Race, generations of traitors to the Demon Race."

The giant Demon Emperor Lanling, several ten-thousand meters high, gazed down on the tens of thousands of airships in the sky.

Each of these airships was five hundred meters long, but at this moment, in Lanling’s eyes, they were like miniature models.

Lanling reached out with a big hand, casually grabbing more than a dozen into his palm.

Instantly, the Motuo Empire soldiers on the airships panicked, running about madly.

Looking closely at the more than a dozen airships in front of his eyes, Demon Emperor Lanling said, "Oh, not bad, it’s mine now."

Then he let out a thunderous roar from his mouth, completely pulverizing the soldiers of the Motuo Empire on the more than a dozen airships in his hand. It was as if a neutron bomb had exploded; the airships remained intact, but everyone on board was completely destroyed.

Then, with a casual flick, he tossed these airships hundreds of miles away to the East Sea.

Next, Lanling’s massive shadow, several ten-thousand meters tall, slapped fiercely with his giant hand.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang..."

With a series of loud booms, numerous airships from the Motuo Empire were all sent flying hundreds of miles away to the East Sea.

The incredibly powerful airships, in front of Lanling, were truly no more than toys.

Up until this moment, everyone on the battlefield, and everyone in the Flame Demon Empire, was utterly stupefied, so shocked that they lost all ability to react, staring at this scene as if struck by lightning, as if vegetative, gazing at everything before their eyes.

The ones who first regained consciousness were a few children, Zhi Yu, Lan Suo, Yaya, three children excitedly waved and shouted from below: "Dad, Dad..."

Lanling leaned down and said, "Good kids, I’m sorry, Dad is late, sorry for scaring you."

Then, Lanling extended his big hand and suddenly grabbed the three children into his palm.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

The three children screamed in excitement.

Lanling placed the three children onto his shoulder, firmly holding them in place.

The three rambunctious children would never forget this scene. It was too exciting, too shocking, too proud.

For a moment, they were overlooking the entire world from several ten-thousand meters high in the sky.

At this moment, Lanling saw another child revealing a look of extreme envy.

It was Ji Xiuning’s son, Qi Ren. He was already four years old, one of his hands permanently curled into a clump, always in pain.

Lanling smiled at him and said, "From now on, you are also my son."

Then, with a big hand, he also placed Qi Ren onto his shoulder.

Qi Ren’s eyes lit up, as though all the pain had vanished, as if the torment of being abandoned by his mother disappeared, the darkness in his heart seemed suddenly illuminated.

Next, the four children sat on Demon Emperor Lanling’s shoulders, watching their father, like a fallen Demon God, effortlessly swatting thousands of airships hundreds of miles away to the East Sea. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

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Finally, the several ten-thousand meter tall Demon Emperor Lanling lowered his face, staring at a spot of blood on the ground.

This was the place where the entire Centaur tribe conducted a blood sacrifice, thirty thousand Centaurs, the whole tribe committed suicide in a blood sacrifice for Lanling.

And such a blood sacrifice became the source of Lanling’s powerful energy.

Lanling’s gaze lingered on this blood sacrifice, looking at the shattered bodies for a long time.

Then, he said to Crown Prince Motuo: "Xiaobai, you can kill them, but you cannot humiliate them."

Xiao Bai, the Crown Prince of Mo Tuo, contorted his face, his body twitching, trying to speak, but in the presence of Lanling, like a descended Demon God, found himself unable to utter a single word.

"And you, why do you humiliate my Centaur Legion?" Lanling coldly asked.

His voice truly seemed to come from the hellish depths; the two-million-strong army of Crown Prince Motuo trembled throughout, nearly wetting themselves in fear.

"A warrior can die, but cannot be humiliated, understand?" Lanling slowly said: "Xie Li, Chiyen, Chihuo, awaken..."

Instantly, the three great Centaur Khans, who had become Death Knights, awakened, hurtling out from the Flame Demon Great Hall, arriving at the bodies and blood traces of the entire Centaur tribe.

"You may self-destruct now as well." Lanling said.

At once, the three great Centaur Khans hesitated not a second.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The three great Centaur Khans self-destructed, and were utterly pulverized!

"Great Centaur race, my Whips of World Extinction, your loyalty and faith have moved the heavens and moved me." Lanling roared: "I bestow upon you great power, I bestow upon you great power, I bestow upon you great power."

With Lanling’s roar.

His hand blazed with earth-shattering flames, then he forcefully slapped down, aiming at the military formation of Crown Prince Motuo.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

His gigantic hand kept slamming down furiously.

His fiery giant hand kept striking down.

The heavens shook and the whole Flame Demon City trembled.

With the descent of his massive palm, the two million troops under the command of Crown Prince Motuo were crushed, turned to meat paste en masse.

Right before everyone’s eyes.

Lanling had slaughtered the two million-strong army under Crown Prince Motuo alive.

Countless souls, countless ghostly shadows tried to scatter and flee, aiming to dart toward the Netherworld.

"Where do you think you’re going?" Lanling roared wildly.

Then, he closed his massive hand abruptly, covering the ground.

Instantly, his two hands formed a hell furnace, towering tens of thousands of meters high and wide.

"Boom boom boom boom..."

Heaven-shaking flames, energy of all kinds of attributes, burned within the hell furnace of his giant hand.

In a mere moment, the souls of this two million-strong Motuo Empire army were obliterated to dust, their souls dissipated, leaving only immensely powerful and pure energy.

"Centaur warriors, return!" Lanling shouted.

Instantly, the entire world turned dark.

Countless centaur ghosts appeared in the sky; they were drifting toward the Netherworld Rift, rapidly losing consciousness, their souls scattering.

But with Lanling’s call, all the centaur ghosts were instantly awakened.

"Warriors of the Centaur Tribe, return!" Lanling shouted once more.

Immediately, the thirty thousand centaur ghosts turning toward the Netherworld Rift spun around and, upon seeing Demon Emperor Lanling, surged back like a tidal wave.

An incredibly moving scene unfolded.

Centaur soul silhouettes, galloping through the air like a tide, returned and entered the massive hell furnace in Lanling’s palm.

Thirty thousand centaur soul silhouettes formed a spectral rainbow bridge in the dark sky, continuously entering the hell furnace.

Once all thirty thousand centaur ghosts were inside,

Lanling closed his hands, sealing the gigantic hell furnace completely.

He suddenly opened his mouth wide and began to devour madly, swallowing all deathly energy within a radius of thousands of miles.

The Flame Demon Empire, after several great battles, had countless deaths.

In the last battle alone, tens of millions had died, and this time, a few million were again slaughtered by Lanling.

He opened his mouth wide and instanly devoured all the endless death energy aura.

Instantly, the originally dazzling gold Lanling was completely engulfed by a cloud of dark aura, like a ferocious demon emerging from the dark void.

He slightly released a crack between his hands, blowing towards the hell furnace within.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

Endless death energy poured into the hell furnace, participating in the forging of new centaurs.

The power of the two million bloodsucking demon clan under Crown Prince Motuo, the death energy within a radius of a thousand miles, all injected into the souls of thirty thousand centaurs.

Frenzied burning, frenzied forging.

Finally, a drop of void bloodline, as if descending from the nine heavens, dripped into the hell furnace.

"Boom boom boom boom boom..."

Within the hell furnace, there were frenzied explosions and tremors.

Lanling’s hands suddenly released!

A dazzling light shot out into the sky.

"Boom boom boom boom..."

One centaur samurai after another flew out to the sky.

Each centaur appeared to have a tangible body, yet seemed merely an energy form.

Their bodies appeared transparent, yet emitted a golden glow.

Each centaur bore a pair of magnificent wings.

This was a new breed of centaur formed by the power of two million bloodsucking demons, the death energy of millions, and a drop of Lanling’s void bloodline.

Unmatched in strength, they instantly returned to the rightful position for centaurs, standing atop the world’s armies.

"Centaur tribe, from now on, you are truly the world’s-ending whip in my hands," Lanling said slowly.

The thirty thousand centaurs kneeled in unison, uttering no words; their loyalty broke through the sky, needing no words to express.

"The Whips of World Extinction, enter my hands," Lanling said.

Immediately, the thirty thousand centaurs formed a gigantic whip in the air, supremely magnificent, supremely powerful.

Lanling held this Whips of World Extinction, gazing at the grand army of the Motuo Empire, gazing at the grand army of the Dragon Temple, and said coldly: "Have you not awakened yet? This world has been without a Demon Emperor for too long, making you forget the fear brought by a Demon Emperor! Today, you shall re-experience this fear, the tremor from the depths of your souls!"

With that, Lanling swung the tens of thousands of meters long Whips of World Extinction, the whip formed by thirty thousand new centaur warriors, whipping wildly.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang..."

The Whips of World Extinction, striking madly.

Madly questioning the souls and lives of all the Blood-Sucking Demonic Tribe Army, all the Dragon Temple Grand Army.

Where the whip struck, every centaur warrior forming the whip unleashed energy attacks wildly.

Thus, wherever the whip passed.

All armies shattered, turned to dust and smoke.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The Whips of World Extinction, frantically destroying the enemy’s army.

Tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions of enemy troops, vanished from the world en masse.

Some stood there dumbfounded, defecating and urinating simultaneously, some knelt on the ground trembling, some fled hysterically.

But it was useless, you couldn’t escape the range of the Demon Emperor’s shroud, you couldn’t outrun the Whips of World Extinction.

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