Sealed Divine Throne

A Holy War was inevitable, and the war between humans and Devils had only just begun.

After simply cleaning the battlefield, Long Haochen and his companions quietly disappeared at the end of the sky. A total of 20 Black Dragon Guards, including Huang Shuo, commander of the Black Dragon Guards, were defeated in the previous battle.

Without a minute of delay, Long Haochen took his companions quickly towards Yu Longguan. At the same time, he asked Caier who could move the fastest to catch up with the Legion of Sharp Knives in front of him and ordered them to speed up and get back to Yu Longguan.

Although the vanguard of the Devil's clan was destroyed, Long Haochen still felt uneasy. This was just the beginning. The news from Yue Ye was proved to be true, therefore, it automatically also confirmed the reliability of her other news. The God of Devils was commanding nearly two hundred strong members of the ninth-level from the Devil's clan to besiege and kill Long Haochen. Now he could only choose to retreat quickly to Yu Longguan and defend it with the strength of Da Xiongguan.

They couldn't defeat the Devils completely in a single battle.. What long Haochen needed to do was to wait and persevere.

When the God of Devils saw Po, his face became distorted that he was on the verge of dripping blood.

Po looked so embarrassed that he couldn't even fly in the sky and just walked on the ground. At this time, he stumbled like an ordinary human.

When Po was defeated by Long Haochen, the God of Devils felt it, but the seal on Po was not opened. Thus, he thought that Long Haochen and Po had a draw because he could not think of any reason why Long Haochen did not kill Po if Po had failed.

When he saw his son walking alone in the wilderness, the God of Devils, Feng Xiu knew at that moment that he was wrong. He knew Po too well. If Po and Long Haochen were both defeated, he would never look like this. He would certainly try his best to heal his wounds and quickly brought the news back himself. But now he was completely like a walking corpse.

The usual domineering confidence could no longer be seen on Po's face. All there was were dull eyes and sluggish steps, just like a puppet.

Pat— The God of Devils slapped Po so hard that his body flew away. If the Moon Devil God Agarez hadn't hurriedly stopped him, his right hand would have hit Po already.

Po was pushed out dozens of meters by this slap and hit hard on the ground. Gulps of purple blood and clots spit out from his mouth and he fell straight into a coma.

The God of Devils was also surprised. Of course, the God of Devils did not hit Po with full strength. Po was his successor and his own son. A slap that seemed to be very hard was actually more of a physical force. But Po's situation was clearly not that trivial!

There was no need for any persuasion from the Moon Devil God Agarez. The God of Devils' body flashed, and he came to Po's side. He waved his right hand towards Po, and Po's body slowly rose up and was suspended in front of the God of Devils. A layer of dark purple light enveloped the father and son.

A moment later, the dark purple light dissipated, and Agarez saw clearly that the black and golden light in the eyes of the God of Devils had been swallowed and puffed three times in a row. He understood that this was a sign that the God of Devils was extremely angry.

For the time being, whether it was the Moon Devil God, the Star Devil God, or the other 20 Devil Gods, they were all silent. The atmosphere did not allow them to breathe.

The God of Devils looked at Agarez and whispered, "Po is useless now."

"What?" Although Agarez had guessed that Po's situation was not good, he was still shocked when the word came out from the mouth of Feng Xiu.

Po was the only heir of the God of Devils at present! Since Po's practice level broke through the ninth level, the God of Devils had been paving the way for his succession.

How can it be for nothing? Not only Agarez, but all the Devil Gods were stunned. They all had similar thoughts. The prince left with 20 Black Dragon Guards. Now only the prince comes back alone with serious injuries. What about the Black Dragon Guards? Are the strong members of the first race of Devils unable to protect their prince? What's more, Po's strength is not weak! Can't believe they didn't get out.

"How could that be? His Royal Highness is related to you by blood, so he can borrow your strength when necessary," Agarez said inexplicably.

Feng Xiu, the God of Devils, said coldly, "He has closed the aura connection between us. After using the great Devil's Disintegration Method, he was badly injured. Even if I were to heal him myself, I won't be able to restore his previous condition for at least 20 years. He'll never be able to reach my level his entire life. Asmod."

"Your Majesty." Among the Devil's clan's 72 Pillar Devil Gods, Asmod, the Dragon Rider Devil God ranked 32rd, quickly stepped out and respectfully responded.

Asmond made Yang Wenzhao and Duan Yi suffer a great loss and wiped out the demon hunter group to which they each belonged. Long Haochen rescued those two, and fell into the trap of the God of Devils and the Star Devil God.

"You take him back to Xincheng, and then bring Leng Xiao to see me." While talking, the God of Devils handed Po to Asmod's hands, and the dark golden light in his eyes twinkled again.

Asmod carefully took over Po. The Devil Gods were still silent. They understood the meaning of the God of Devils' words. This was the end of Po's chance to inherit the throne! The God of Devils had a son and a daughter. Was he going to make his daughter become the next heir?

Indeed, even if she was not as talented as Po, twenty years was enough for her to leave Po far behind. What's more, the God of Devil's anger was not about practice level.

"Father…" Just as Asmod was about to turn and leave, Po woke up from his coma. After the treatment from the God of Devils, his injury was stabilized. At least it was no longer life-threatening.

Feng Xiu looked at his son coldly. "You've disappointed me so much."

Po showed a trace of bitterness in the corner of his mouth. "Father, I lost. I lost to Long Haochen. Even when I used the Devil's Disintegration Method and the power of the Anti-Heavenly Dragon's Pillar, still, I was not able to defeat him."

The God of Devils said, "Tell me the whole thing. And what about Huang Shuo and the others?"

Po said with empty eyes, "I don't know where Huang Shuo and the others went. At that time, there was only Long Haochen in my eyes, and my opponent was only Long Haochen. Then I unleashed the power of the Anti-Heavenly Dragon's Pillar."

"At last, Long Haochen asked me to tell you that he was waiting for your arrival. Six thousand years of darkness is coming to an end. He also said that he did not kill me only because last time you didn't kill his companion in the Star Devil Tower."

The God of Devils took a deep breath slowly. The dark golden color in his eyes slowly converged, and in the depths of his eyes, there was a very special emotional fluctuation, complicated and struggled.

Agarez had been silently watching the God of Devils, and other Devil Gods dared not disturb him.

After a long time, the God of Devils waved to Asmod, the Dragon Rider Devil God. Asmod understood, and then turned away with Po in his arms. He really didn't want to stay in front of the God of Devils for too long. There was too much pressure.

"What a pity." Instead of getting angry, the God of Devils let out a sigh.

"Is Your Majesty sorry for Po? In fact, His Royal Highness still has the possibility of recovery. When the war is over, I am willing to do my best to assist Your Majesty in treating the crown prince," the Moon Devil God Agarez said.

The God of Devils shook his head and said, "It is not him that I felt sorry for. Po has a strong personality, but the deficiency of overall vision has always been his downside. I wanted to influence him imperceptibly. But he is still not able to fix that shortcoming and look at what happened now. He is no longer qualified to be the future master of the Devil's clan. It is a pity that the contradiction between me and Long Haochen is completely irreconcilable. Otherwise…" The God of Devils paused. Agarez suddenly shook his body and thought of a possibility, because he suddenly remembered what the God of Devils had said in the Star Devil Tower.

The God of Devils waved his hand. "Let's go. I'd like to see how this Long Haochen will end the dark age." As he spoke, he stepped out in the air and fell back into his dragon chair. It was the 32 Black Dragon Guards who were responsible for carrying the chair.

More than a thousand figures were on the road again, and they did not need the orders from the God of Devils. Their speed increased sharply as they went straight to the north.

The Moon Devil God Agarez was worthy of being the second ranked Devil God. In the process of moving forward, he had sent several Moon Devils to the capital of the six northern provinces to control the situation.

It looked as if he was seizing power, but everything was ordered in front of the God of Devils, which made him seem to act openly and everything he did was aboveboard.

The God of Devils seemed to be completely ignorant of all this, and just sat silently on his dragon chair, as if he was thinking about something.

....

Temple Federation, southeast fortress, War Department.

Qiu Yonghao was in the first position. Although he had passed the position of the master of the Soldiers Temple to Wang Yuanyuan, he was still in charge of the Soldiers Temple.

On the left-hand side, there were nine Eternal Heroes, and on the right-hand side were the strong men of the Warriors Temple.

From the way the strong men of the Warrior Temple looked at the other side, one could see that they had great respect for these nine Eternal Heroes. The reason was simple. These nine Eternal Heroes were all warriors, and their chosen successors were all in this southeast fortress, the children of the high echelons of the Warrior Temple. Moreover, among the nine soldiers, the highest was level 9 of rank 4, and the lowest was level 9 of rank 3. Everyone was absolutely strong for the Warrior Temple.

Through this period of contact, since Qiu Yonghao, the senior level of the Warriors Temple could be said to admire the nine Eternal Heroes. These nine grandparents had never been arrogant. Nor had they been involved in any major decision-making. Everything was under the command of Qiu Yonghao. At the same time, while they taught their inheritors, they also did not hesitate to impart their own practice and combat skills to the young children of the temple of other excellent soldiers. Only some of their unique teachings were passed on to the inheritors alone.