Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

The scraps, mixed with magical waves and hot steam, swept in all directions like a surging tide of magma.

The prison guards who were swept by the tide were burnt in their armor at first. Then, their flesh and blood were cooked. Then, they were torn off from their bones by the blast. In the end, even their bones were burnt to ash. The entire process only took half a second.

What was even more miserable were the Fiend Prison Guardians who were standing further away. They were not killed instantly by the tide of magma, but their armor had been melted and melded with their flesh and blood. Even though the bodies of the devils were extremely tough, they could not withstand the excruciating pain and screamed miserably.

In a moment, a shocking giant hole appeared in the center of the neat battle formation of the Hell Exterminator. Thousands of Hell Exterminators were torn apart and killed.

The destruction of the Hell Destroyer Cannon was a major blow to their morale, too.

The flag of the Hell Exterminator was shaking violently because of the blast.

All the devils were scared out of their wits. They looked at Black Jack, who was flying higher and higher not far away, as if they were looking at an awe-inspiring deity.

The Witches of the Hell Destroyer Clan, in particular, were immediately conquered by Black Jack's heroism.

In the Blood Demon Sector, the strong were respected. Clans and bloodlines were not important. Even the heroes of the enemy would be respected or even worshipped if they performed miraculously.

"Wu—Wu—Wu—"

A high-pitched whistle came from the back of the team.

It was a signal to retreat as soon as possible.

It was true that, although not many soldiers had been killed, the morale of the soldiers had hit rock bottom. If the battle continued, it would only consume the strength of both sides.

Lord Cooper was ambitious. His goal was to unite the entire world of magic. As for the tribes of the Blood Demon Sector, he planned to conquer them instead of destroying them. Naturally, he would not fight a meaningless war of attrition where both sides would suffer.

Although the morale of the coalition army of the six species was greatly boosted, it was only a moment of relief for them. They had suffered heavy casualties in the first place. Besides, they had sent out multiple commands with their own schemes. Therefore, they did not have the ability to pursue the enemy.

The short and brutal encounter had come to an end for now. The two parties retreated to the teleportation arrays near each other, licked their wounds, and regrouped for another day.

Naturally, Black Jack and his harem, surrounded by countless demons as heroes and warriors, arrived at the base of the coalition army.

Black Jack indeed had a lot of 'old friends' in the Blood Demon Sector.

Also, his performance just now had earned him the trust of all the species in the demon world.

It didn't matter whether it was a welcome party or a celebration. Very soon, Black Jack was chitchatting with the leaders of the six major demon clans at the banquet. At least on the surface, the other party gladly accepted his support. The men called him brother and the women winked at him. The atmosphere was quite harmonious.

What was even more unbelievable was that Black Jack crawled into Queen Medusa's tent after the feast.

Soon, Theresa's familiar yet unfamiliar breath echoed inside the tent.

Theresa watched everything coldly.

For some reason, he was even more wary and disgusted by what Black Jack had done.

She did not know what was wrong with her, either.

To be honest, Black Jack's method of destroying the Hell Destroyer Cannon could be called 'shockingly powerful'.

Even if Theresa had returned to her old body, she would not have been as smooth and comfortable as him.

Besides, he was not bluffing. It was indeed necessary.

—This was the devil world. Demons were all cruel and merciless fellows who could kill without spilling blood. They would certainly be hostile to outsiders like them.

If they suddenly jumped out and said that they were going to reinforce the devil race, they would definitely grow suspicious. It would be perfectly reasonable if they were killed in one attack.

However, when the coalition army of the six species was in the most critical moment, Black Jack had destroyed the cannon in front of everybody and become the hero who turned the tide. The situation was suddenly different.

Right now, Black Jack was on good terms with the morale of the coalition army. Whoever tried to kill him would deal a devastating blow to the morale of the coalition army.

For now, they should be safe.

At least, no one dared to attack them openly.

Black Jack was both bold and smart.

However, Theresa still did not like him.

Theresa did not know whether or not it was her prejudice or even… jealousy.

But on second thought, especially when she compared Black Jack to Master Yao, she still felt that the two 'heroes' were different.

Although Master Yao often went deep into enemy lines by himself and tried to reverse the situation by himself, he would never manipulate others. At most, he would try to influence others with his actions and those very childish, high-school-like remarks.

But Black Jack… simply regarded everyone on both sides as his puppet and his puppet.

Thousands of people had been killed on the bloody battlefield. It was merely a stage for him to make contributions.

"I will never be your puppet, nor will I allow Princess Summer and my sisters in your harem to be your puppets forever!

Theresa thought to herself.

She left the banquet and went to the medical camp that was decorated with flags of snakes.

After the fierce battle, the wounded were all over the ground. The doctors of the Medusa Clan were treating the wounded in all kinds of bizarre and even terrifying ways.

The ground was covered in blood, bandages, and broken limbs. The air was filled with the pungent smell of blood and herbs, and screams were echoing nonstop.

Theresa sighed. Holding back her discomfort, she went to the tent of her harem.

Flowers of victory had to be watered with blood.

The unstoppable charge of the Harem Legion attracted the attention of the Hell Destroyer Legion, which allowed Black Jack to approach quietly from the dome and dive down.

It was impossible for the harem group to not be injured in the process.

Natasha, captain of the female mercenaries, was the most seriously wounded.

The tall, healthy, battle-loving girl, who had the blood of the barbarians of the north, did not care about her own life at all. Her style of fighting was to wave her giant axe and war hammer and throw herself at the densest part of the enemy time and time again before she swept across the field.

In the battle, she had claimed the lives of dozens of prison breakers.

But there were dozens of wounds on his body, large and small. The deepest one had cut off his left scapula and almost cut out his heart.

Despite the blessing and healing of Vela, the wounds were mostly healed, and the bones were reconnected.

However, the lost magical power and blood could not be refilled immediately.

Her body was covered in blood-stained bandages. Her face, which used to be red and plump, was now pale and dry, like a mummy that had just been carried out of a coffin.