No more talking.

No more drinking water.

No more meals.

In fact, even their eyes no longer move; every day, they just sit there blindly, using their lives, souls, and energy to support these gloomy altars!

God knows how much Zong Xingyu hated these altars and this gloomy place.

It is this altar that has taken away all the warmth in this world!

Zong Xingyu looked at the sixty-three people sitting like zombies with eyes full of hope and tenderness; his voice became louder and louder, as if it was a quarrel. With his cultivation, it was almost impossible to say a sentence when he deliberately spoke loudly.

Like thunder and thunder, it can be heard hundreds of miles away.

Rather than saying it was a quarrel, it was better to say that he was preparing for the worst, hoping that these heart-wrenching words could wake up these elders who were on the road of no return!

However, the sixty-three people turned a deaf ear. Not only did they remain motionless, they did not even move their eyes.

The Black-clothed Demon Lord just watched his son going crazy quietly. How could he not know his son's plan? He had resisted the urge to kill him countless times. He kept reminding himself: This is my son.

, this is my son, my son, son...

Son, cannot be killed!

But the violent emotions originating from the soul are getting stronger and stronger, becoming more and more difficult to suppress.

Yes, it was aversion that was not based on his original intention and originated from his soul. This emotion made him extremely disgusted that this tiny human being in front of him actually spoke so loudly in front of him and unscrupulously provoked his own authority...

If it weren't for the murmur from the original heart, repeatedly reminding the person in front of him about the relationship between him and himself, or the black-clothed demon would have killed the personality in front of him long ago, this is a tug-of-war between the demonized soul and the family affection of the original heart!

"You don't have to shout anymore." The Black-clothed Demon Lord finally said coldly: "They can't hear anything. It's a useless waste of efforts."

"But they are obviously still alive, and there is hope if they are alive!" Zong Xingyu blurted out angrily.

"Alive...hope..." The Black-clothed Demon Lord shook his head and suddenly burst into laughter: "Hehehehe..."

Hearing such laughter, Zong Xingyu felt his hair stand on end, and an unprecedented sense of fear arose spontaneously.

"Do you really know what living is?" The black-clothed demon lord's eyes were shining with faint will-o'-the-wisps, and he looked at his son: "Only when you are in this state are you qualified to say that you are alive."

Zong Xingyu took a deep breath and felt his heartbeat beating faster and faster for no reason. He asked erratically: "Then...Father, are you still alive now?"

The originally cold and calm eyes of the black-clothed demon lord instantly turned into a sharp sword that cut through the sky. He suddenly turned his head and stared into his son's eyes. Balls of rich black energy emerged from his eyes.

, every ball of demonic energy emerged, and it automatically turned into a black lotus in front of him, rising slowly.

That faint, quiet, cold, indifferent look...

Zong Xingyu didn't know why, but under the gaze of these eyes, he took a step back in panic, his eyes full of fear.

"Do you want me to die?" The Black-clothed Demon Lord was still staring at Zong Xingyu.

Zong Xingyu shook his head repeatedly and said in a panic: "No, no, no... I don't mean this, how could it be..."

The black-clothed demon lord's eyes stared at Zong Xingyu for a long time, without blinking.

Zong Xingyu fell into a state of panic and was unable to extricate himself.

After a long, long time, the black-clothed demon closed his eyes, and the terrifying gloominess disappeared the moment he closed his eyes.

It was only at this moment that Zong Xingyu gradually recovered from his shock and calmed down——

"Father, I know... I know, father, you are doing big things, big things that will shine for generations to come..." Zong Xingyu murmured with pain on his face: "Over the years, I have been trying my best to cooperate... but, no

I know when I will never see the father in my memory again. Only when I dream back at midnight, the father in my memory will reappear. I recall that when I was young, you spanked me when I was naughty..."

"I was injured, and you bandaged my wound... When I was traveling around the world, I was bullied by others, and you had that angry look on your face and a tone of voice that said you were angry with me..."

"Also, when I went out, you stood on the top of the mountain with your hands behind your back, watching me go away..."

Zong Xingyu became more and more sad as he talked: "I still remember, the last time you called my name, called me Xingyu... was seven thousand three hundred and twenty-seven years ago. That was the last time..."

"What is the reason that made you become like this?" Zong Xingyu asked sadly and repressedly.

"I am your son! My biological son!"

Zong Xingyu shed tears.

The black-clothed demon king was still standing like a statue, his eyes flashed a little strangely, and then he said calmly: "Now that the enemy is facing us, how is it the right time to talk about the love between children? He will make his own decision on the overall situation."

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It's still perfunctory, it's still pushback, it's still unclear, it's still unclear!

The only flame of hope in Zong Xingyu's eyes quickly extinguished and ceased to exist.

He took a deep breath, calmed down his emotions, and said softly: "It is true that we are facing a powerful enemy, and the situation is difficult to be optimistic. At this time, Lord Xiao and others, led by a large number of top experts, are already on their way to the West Palace.

, the day is approaching, and the final war is about to break out. Father, do we dare to ask how we should respond?"

When Zong Xingyu said these words, he was still a little excited at the beginning, but later on, he had returned to complete calmness, with a business-like and straightforward tone.

The Black-clothed Demon Lord said calmly: "This battle is inevitable, let them in!"

"Let them in?" Zong Xingyu raised his head, stared at his father in disbelief, and couldn't help but repeat: "Are you really not going to put up any resistance and let them drive in?"

"That's right." The Black-clothed Demon Lord walked leisurely and said calmly: "In the West Hall, the entire resistance force in Qingyun Tianyu was wiped out in one fell swoop. From now on, there will be no trouble!"

This sentence was said with great momentum and seemed to be full of confidence.

But Zong Xingyu still found it difficult to accept: "But on the way to the enemy's attack, even if we let them drive straight in without any resistance, tens of thousands of disciples will lose their lives along the way!"

The black-clothed demon turned his face slightly and said softly: "Survival of the fittest, the weak and the strong. This is the iron law of the world. Is this your first day in the world?!"

Zong Xingyu gritted his teeth and summoned up the courage to reply: "This... please forgive me for not being able to obey my orders!"

The black-clothed demon lord's body floated out like a black cloud, and his voice came indifferently: "That's up to you."

As cold as ever, as emotionless as ever.
Chapter completed!