The ten surviving demons, along with the nearly one hundred participants who had taken the demon trial, were all in a state of shock. Surrounded by a large group of Highgods, their cold gazes falling upon them like they were already dead, every person present couldn't help but tremble.
"How can this be?" Lin Lei couldn't believe any of it.
They had been about to return to Diyi City, about to become demons — yet at the very last moment, they were surrounded by a group of Highgods.
"Who are you people?" The strongest expert on Lin Lei's side, "Loisus," scanned the surroundings and spoke with a frown. Though Loisus had no confidence in fighting so many Highgods head-on, he was still confident he could escape with his life.
"Who are we?" One of the black-robed figures let out a derisive snort.
Suddenly— Some of the black-robed figures deliberately moved aside to create an opening, and a grey-robed figure flew forward.
"Master!" All the black-robed figures bowed respectfully.
But the grey-robed figure was staring straight at Loisus, his eyes filled with killing intent, as though he wanted to devour Loisus alive.
"You — you are!!!" Loisus and several others stared at the grey-robed figure in shock. His appearance was identical to that of the castle's master. In that instant, Loisus and the other demons who had seen the castle master's face were stunned.
They all thought of the same possibility!
"Could it be that he is...?" The castle master who had been killed was only a divine clone!
The grey-robed figure's expression was cold, a hint of cruel amusement playing at the corner of his lips. His gaze swept over Loisus and the others before finally settling on Loisus. His other divine clone — the one that had been killed — had been slain by Loisus's hand.
The one he hated most was Loisus.
"Who are you!" A thunderous shout rang out as the white-haired elder flew to the front of the group, glaring furiously at the grey-robed figure. "This is a metal lifeform belonging to our Demon Castle. You actually dare to destroy a metal lifeform of our Demon Castle — and it seems you intend to strike again? Isn't that a bit too arrogant?"
"Demon Castle?"
The grey-raised an eyebrow, then looked at him. "So what if it's the Demon Castle? I refuse to believe that after I kill all of you, the real experts from Demon Castle's headquarters will come after me. Besides… powerful Seven-Star Demons have nothing more than an employment relationship with your Demon Castle. They won't follow your orders."
The white-haired elder faltered.
"You're asking who I am?" The grey-robed figure lifted his chin slightly, looking at the white-haired elder with disdain. "I'll tell you — my name is Ulnisen! Have you ever heard of it?"
"Ulnisen?"
The white-haired elder furrowed his brow.
"Ulnisen!" Something stirred in the hearts of Loisus and the others. Sure enough, this grey-robed figure was that castle master — or more precisely, another divine clone.
"It's him!"
Lin Lei, Dilia,
"No wonder he wants revenge," Lin Lei thought with a chill running through him. "That's also why the castle master said the person who killed him would regret it before he died. He even said his own name. But it seems everyone forgot about him."
Lin Lei could tell — perhaps the name Ulnisen had once been very well known, but none of the people present had any recollection of it.
"Sigh…" Ulnisen let out a low sigh. "It seems I've truly been in seclusion for too long. Even people from your Demon Castle have forgotten me."
Ulnisen simply stood there in midair, yet the sheer 'pressure' that naturally radiated from him as he spoke and smiled was enough to fill everyone present — including Loisus — with dread. They all understood… this was a terrifyingly powerful super expert!
While Ulnisen was sighing, Loisus and his third brother were communicating through divine sense.
*Boom.* A sudden burst of air exploded, and two afterimages shot northward at full speed.
Ulnisen was standing to their south, so Loisus and his brother didn't dare flee in that direction and could only choose to bolt north.
"Hmph!" Ulnisen gave a cold snort.
Over twenty black-robed figures on the northern section of the encirclement simultaneously struck out with their right palms in perfect unison. Dense streaks of black light shot between the twenty-odd figures, and in an instant a massive black net of energy surged toward Loisus and his brother.
As the great net swept toward them, the two men were so terrified they immediately retreated.
*Whoosh!* Ulnisen moved as well. In the blink of an eye, he was beside Loisus. Loisus snarled and swung his pale cyan curved blade in a reverse slash, but Ulnisen simply flicked his finger, tapping the tip of the blade.
*Clang!* A crisp sound rang out.
"Ahh~~" Loisus instantly released his grip on the pale cyan curved blade, and it plummeted downward. Meanwhile, clutching his head in agony, Loisus himself let out a piercing scream.
"Brother!" The blue-haired, brawny man immediately cried out in alarm, but Loisus seemed unable to hear him. He continued to convulse in midair, cradling his head and screaming in excruciating pain.
"Brother, what's wrong with you? What happened?!" The blue-haired man was frantic with worry.
"Stop," Ulnisen said calmly.
Loisus's screams cut off abruptly. Having recovered his senses, Loisus stared at Ulnisen in terror. "You — you used a Soul Leech?"
"A Soul Leech?" Hearing that name, the blue-haired man and several other demons turned white in the face instantly. The name "Soul Leech" was something they had occasionally heard of due to their extensive travels — even in the Black Sand Castle, a forbidden item like a "Soul Leech" was nearly impossible to purchase.
Even if one could buy it, the price was enough to make anyone's heart tremble.
Ulnisen sneered. "That's right. This Soul Leech took me tremendous effort to refine."
"You — you refined it?" Many of the people present were dumbfounded.
Highgods who cultivated the Laws of Death might be numerous throughout Hell. But those who could refine a "Soul Leech" were extraordinarily rare. In all of Hell, there were 108 Asuras — but whether even 108 people in all of Hell could refine a "Soul Leech" was uncertain.
"You thought I would let you die so easily?" Ulnisen scoffed. "Wasting a single Soul Leech on you — you should consider yourself flattered."