Chapter 388: 93: Devil Sect Turmoil, Zhao Huai Saves the Girl

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Chapter 388: 93: Devil Sect Turmoil, Zhao Huai Saves the Girl

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The sky is azure, a vast expanse of blue.

On a warship belonging to the Devil Sect, a young devil cultivator stood before Situ Huan, respectfully saluting him.

“Respected Demonbred, Wuwei City is right ahead, and once we pass it, we will officially leave the Central State.”

“Hmm.”

Situ Huan responded indifferently, glancing at the sleeping Zhao Ruyue nearby. He tightened his grip on the bloody bottle in his hand and stored it in the Demon Ring.

To keep her quiet, he had knocked her unconscious and taken some of her essence and blood in hopes of weakening the seal. It seemed there were no issues so far.

To break the seal, a large amount of blood from the descendants of Ancestor Yan Zu needs to be sacrificed to eradicate the seal completely.

What would the others in Heaven and Earth be worth if the Devil Lord were to be born?

Back then, numerous geniuses emerged one after another, and the Devil Lord had been able to contend with Ancestor Yan Zu, his strength and fame sweeping across all the worlds.

“Boom!”

A loud noise came from the direction of a warship nearby, pulling Situ Huan out of his thoughts.

What happened?

“Report to Respected Demonbred, we have been attacked by a mighty formation!”

A disciple of Devil Sect hurriedly came forward to report.

Situ Huan’s expression suddenly turned cold. He went to the deck, released his Divine Insight, and observed the surroundings.

He then discovered that his position had been surrounded by layers of flickering formation inscriptions.

Unbeknownst to him, he had been ambushed by someone.

The formation was inscribed with a spirit-gathering formation, containing an enormous amount of spiritual qi from the universe that was then transformed into terrifying energy. Several black beams of light shot out from the dome and bombarded the warships, shattering many of them and causing some to fall from the sky.

“Bang!”

Another loud noise came from the void as the protective formation of the warship was blasted apart. The mast of the ancient warship from the Heavenly Devil Palace, made of secret spirit material, was shattered into pieces by a man wearing armor with an ancient pattern and short hair. The shards fell to the ground.

He was aware of the disputes among the Devil Sect and had plans to eliminate these dissatisfied voices.

He had originally intended to settle the scores after the birth of the Devil Lord, but he had not expected to be beaten to it by these people.

These traitors were even more impatient than him.

The Heavenly Devil Palace had already completely seized control over the Devil Sect in the Northern State.

“Gu Fan, do you think that with just you all, you can take down all of us?”

Situ Huan looked at the eight Devil Sect Elders who had left seclusion one by one, understanding their identities.

They should be the protecting ancestors of the ten Devil Sects.

The status of these protecting ancestors was equivalent to that of the palace masters of the Heavenly Devil Palace, and their strength was extremely formidable. They would only appear when their respective Sect faced great danger.

“Enough with the nonsense.”

Gu Fan stepped forward, his expression ice-cold and without any intention for conversation. All he wanted was to put Situ Huan to death.

His time was limited, and he had to resolve the battle quickly before the palace master of Heavenly Devil Palace noticed.

“It’s the Seventh Demonbred of the Star-Plundering Pavilion, one of the Ten Devil Sects, Gu Fan.”

“He wants to silence us?”

“How dare he betray the Heavenly Devil Palace and the Devil Lord!”

A series of shocked voices echoed among the crowd of the Heavenly Devil Palace.

Gu Fan’s face remained expressionless, without any change, as he issued an order:

“Attack!”

Sure enough, the eight Metamorphosis Stage protecting elders walked out from behind Gu Fan. Their black robes fluttered in the ancient aura and exuded an irresistible presence.

Their gazes were incredibly calm.

Without making a move, they had suppressed everyone present.

“Why would it be Gu Fan?”