World-Ending Demon Emperor
Chapter 1168 - 524: Flame Demon Tribe! The tribe I built!_2

Chapter 1168: 524: Flame Demon Tribe! The tribe I built!_2

Within its dimension, Lanling using his spiritual power is completely like smashing an egg against a rock.

Lanling painfully suppressed his nearly tearing brain domain, and his whole body immediately froze.

At this moment, four Demon Generals launched a frenzied attack on Lanling.

"Crack..." Lanling’s skull and ribs shattered in succession, and the Golden Bloodline frantically surged with energy to repair them.

Thus, an incredibly tragic scene appeared.

The bones all over Lanling’s body continuously fractured and continuously healed.

This terrible pain is completely indescribable with words.

However, being able to feel pain is a good thing; it means that Lanling’s brain domain and nerves are still full of vitality. Once the Golden Bloodline fails to provide sufficient energy, his nerves would start to numb, and death wouldn’t be far away.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

The four powerful Demon Generals crazily battered Lanling’s body with their deathwood sticks.

Blood splattered everywhere, bones shattered.

Indeed, the sixth wave of enemies was Lanling’s limit, and the seventh wave was absolutely unbeatable.

Moreover, Lanling was caught in a painful cycle, with Gold Bloodline energy desperately restoring his shattered bones and torn body.

But as soon as it healed, it immediately fractured again, immediately tore open again.

In other words, Lanling completely lost the ability to counterattack and could only passively take the beating.

If this continues, Lanling would inevitably lose consciousness, and in this environment, losing consciousness surely means dismemberment, sure death.

After all, the energy of the Golden Bloodline is not infinite.

Gradually, Lanling felt his body gradually becoming numb, the pain growing weaker.

This is an extremely dangerous signal.

If this is not stopped, Lanling will die here.

Suddenly, Lanling shouted loudly: "Wake up immediately, all this is fake, this empire is fake, this palace is fake, the Demon King you see is fake, it can only control your mind, but is utterly weak!"

"Still rambling nonsense before death?" the Mirror Demon King sneered, "Take his sword, cut off his tongue, see how he babbles then."

Immediately, one of the Demon Generals took Lanling’s greatsword and then yanked out his tongue, cutting it off sharply!

Endless pain, blood spurting.

In the illusion of the mirror world, Lanling’s tongue was cut off, blood spraying everywhere.

And on the mountaintop of the real world, Lanling’s tongue was also cut off alive, blood gushing violently.

Lanling did not let the Golden Bloodline restore his tongue, but instead used his severed tongue to say: "Look, my tongue was cut off yet I can still speak? What does this mean? It means I’m wholly communicating with you through spiritual power, it means you are in a Spiritual Illusion, everything you see is fake!"

Whether it’s a dream or an illusion, what are they most afraid of?

It’s doubt, it’s a flaw!

Once doubt arises, it’s like tearing a crack in this world, and the whole world would teeter.

Yet at this moment, Lanling’s tongue was clearly cut off, so why could he still speak, and his voice was exactly the same as before?

Instantly, the four Demon Generals present, along with the four Demon Marshals, became suspicious.

At the same time, the illusion world inside the mirror shook fiercely, like a violent earthquake.

The Mirror Demon King said harshly: "How dare you doubt the king? Have you forgotten your past lives? Lost the tribe’s shelter, constantly exiled, hiding from place to place, living with uncertain futures, hunger one day and a meal the next. After entering my empire, you have enjoyed countless beauties, delicious foods, great powers. Do you want to go back to the past?"

The words of the Mirror Demon King made the thoughts of the few Demon Generals firm again.

No matter what, they do not want to return to the past.

The Golden Bloodline quickly restored Lanling’s tongue, and after hearing the Mirror Demon King’s words, he burst into laughter.

"However, all this is fake, the beauties you enjoy are fake, the delicious foods you eat are fake, even your silver armor and gold armor are fake, woven from wood, your cloaks are made from leaves, you don’t even hold a sword, otherwise I would have been torn to pieces long ago, what you have in your hand is just a stick." Lanling said loudly: "Otherwise, why would Your Majesty order you to snatch my sword, because the stick cannot cut off a tongue."

With these words, the palace inside the mirror wobbled once again.

The four Demon Generals and the four Demon Marshals present all raised strong doubts.

And at this moment, a person climbed out of a pile of corpses.

A woman of the Near-Human Tribe, but whether in the illusion within the mirror or in the real world outside, she seemed pale and weak, wearing armor made of branches and a cloak made of leaves, completely out of place with the grand hall inside the mirror.

She was the Near-Human Tribe woman just drained by Lanling, but Lanling did not drain her to death, and she came back to life.

Perhaps because she had experienced death once, she saw through the illusion, so her fake silver armor disappeared, the mighty cloak vanished, leaving only ragged garments.

"Big brother, that’s right, it’s all fake." The Near-Human Tribe woman said: "I thought I was very voluptuous and healthy, but in fact, I was already weak and emaciated. I thought I was wearing mighty armor, but it’s made of branches, you are all just like me."

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