Chapter 495: Trapping the Demon Marshal

“He’s no good—so what about me? What about our six divine essences? Our combined strength should be enough!” With a cold snort, the Ancestor appeared right in front of them at some point, staring at the divine essences and asking coldly.
The six divine essences appeared simultaneously, emitting intense golden light. Led by Rod’s divine essence, they formed a circle, tightly surrounding the demon soul. The momentum was immense, as if they were resonating with each other, emitting a buzzing sound. A powerful suction force instantly arose, causing the demon soul’s body to float, as if it were about to be absorbed.
“You guys…” At this moment, the Demon Marshal’s expression changed—he grew anxious, seemingly unprepared for such immense power to arise from the simultaneous appearance of the six divine essences.
If it had only been Rod’s divine essence, he might still have had the strength to fight back. Even with the others added, it wouldn’t have been a big problem. But he hadn’t expected that the Ancestor’s divine essence of the troll clan would also be unleashed at this moment. This godly essence was on par with his own demonic power. With the combined strength of several people, his strength could be imagined.
Looking at the Ancestor of the troll clan, the Demon Marshal grew panicked. “How? How is that possible? Weren’t you severely injured? How can you still possess such strong vitality?”
Once a person obtains a divine essence, the two become one. If the divine essence is damaged, the owner is also injured; if the owner is injured, the divine essence suffers greatly as well. Since the Ancestor of the troll clan was severely injured, his divine essence should have been dim and weak. How could it still possess such strong vitality and fierce power?
“Hmph, don’t forget our troll clan’s core skill!” The Ancestor of the trolls snorted coldly, his face filled with pride.
“Pills!” The Demon Marshal seemed to suddenly remember something and exclaimed in shock.
That’s right—pills. It was the troll clan’s specialty: crafting pills. Many miraculous pills were created by them.
Seeing the Ancestor’s complexion now back to its normal red hue, the Demon Marshal could easily guess that he must have used a healing potion while he was fighting Rod. His injuries had stabilized, and he had recovered significantly.
“Just now you remembered? Well? Do you still have the ability to trap me?” With a light snort, the old man asked coldly.
“Hmph! If you want to trap this marshal, then it depends on just how strong you really are!” Refusing to give up, the Demon Marshal began to struggle frantically, trying to break free from the confinement and find a new host.

“Delusional and reckless!” Seeing this, the Ancestor snapped sharply. His hands moved swiftly as one after another talismanic symbols were formed at lightning speed and infused into the divine essence. In an instant, the divine essence radiated intense golden light. Several divine essences resonated with each other, creating a visible golden barrier that tightly confined the demonic soul inside.

Although the Demon General struggled desperately, he was helpless. Trapped inside, he tried to break free but failed to escape the encirclement.

The people in the distance stepped back nervously, fearing they might be caught in the crossfire or chosen as hosts—something they had already witnessed, with that body now completely ruined lying motionless on the ground.

“Still stubborn? If so, don’t blame us!” The Ancestor shouted coldly as the Demon General refused to give up.

He then gave a glance at Rod and the others before turning back to the Demon General, his eyes filled with coldness.

Receiving the Ancestor’s signal, Rod and the others took immediate action. Several divine essences spun rapidly, with streams of golden light flowing into the Giant God’s divine essence, continuously strengthening it.

They did not choose Rod and the other divine essences because their control over them was not yet sufficient, and they lacked understanding in many areas. But the Troll Ancestor had mastered them thoroughly, enabling him to maximize their power.

At that moment, several divine essences poured their energy into the Giant God’s divine essence, enhancing its strength. In an instant, the Giant God’s divine essence shone like a sun rising in the sky that evening, its brilliance blinding.

“Seal it!” After casting eighty-one talismanic symbols in a row, the Ancestor roared. Centered on his divine essence, a powerful golden beam shot out, enveloping the Demon General. Immediately afterward, a massive suction force began drawing the Demon General inward, step by step, toward the divine essence. He intended to seal the demonic soul.

“No… I refuse to accept this! Why… why…?” The Demon General was utterly panicked, screaming and struggling violently.

But his voice grew weaker, gradually becoming indistinct. His body slowly moved closer to the divine essence, until finally, his head was drawn inside, inch by inch.

The Ancestor’s face paled slightly. He opened his mouth, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out. His injuries had worsened again—fighting to seal the Demon General had placed an immense strain on him.

Although Rod and the others were worried, they were at a loss for what to do. They had done everything they could, pouring all the power of their divine essences into that divine entity for the Ancestor to use. Now, they all appeared weak, sitting cross-legged with no strength left, trying to recover their mental energy. As for fighting, it could only be left to the Ancestor—success or failure would depend on his next move.

After a half-hour of stalemate, the golden light began to fade. Mei Huai was completely absorbed into the divine entity, losing all signs of life, marking the end of the battle. The sky once again grew dim, and night fell over the land.

All that remained was a gentle breeze and a chaotic scene. Dust filled the air, and the atmosphere between heaven and earth remained grim, as if the battle were still ongoing.

The Ancestor retracted the divine entity back into his body. His body staggered, and more blood sprayed out. His face turned pale, devoid of any color, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

“Ancestor!” Rod and the others cried out in alarm at his condition.

“It’s… fine. Just a bit exhausted!” The Ancestor shook his head with a bitter smile, supported by the others.

“Has the demon soul been subdued?” Though they had seen it, they still asked anxiously.

“It’s subdued, but it can’t be sealed yet. We can only send it to the Divine Weeping Forbidden Land!” the Ancestor said gravely. Wiping the blood from his mouth, he stood up straight and took a deep breath.

Hearing this answer, everyone let out a sigh of relief. The demon soul had finally been subdued.

Everyone had witnessed the power of the Demon Marshal, and even now, it still filled them with fear. With such astonishing strength, if another such powerful being appeared, perhaps no one would be able to resist.

The reason they were able to win this time was largely due to the Demon Marshal’s naivety and arrogance. If he hadn’t chosen to fight Rod in person, he could have remained invincible. No one could match him, and he could have left easily. That was the Demon Marshal’s strength.

Or perhaps, if he hadn’t come here this time and instead focused on training, in another six months, Rod and the others would not even be his match. Even in a physical confrontation, he wouldn’t have ended up in such a dire situation.

It could only be said that his arrogance and pride led him down this dead end.

“We’ll meet here today; the conference will be held again in three days!” The people were extremely exhausted, lacking the energy to continue the negotiation, so they had no choice but to postpone it. No one objected—after such a fierce battle, who could still focus on forming alliances? They needed time to process what had happened, and holding the meeting in three days was the best option.

The atmosphere was tense; no one spoke, still shaken by the recent events. They stood there in silence, still reeling from fear, especially when the Demon General sought a host—only then did they realize how insignificant they really were. Once they had dominated the continent, they were now nothing but ants in front of the Demon General.

The gap in strength was enormous. They desperately needed more power; their current strength was far too weak.

Since the Pope hadn’t participated in the battle, he now took charge of cleaning up the mess, his expression grim. Having witnessed the Demon General’s power, he realized just how far behind he was.

After leaving some people to handle the aftermath, the rest set off for Autumn Water City under the cover of night. They planned to rest there for three days before holding the crucial meeting—no one dared underestimate its importance anymore.

If they didn’t form an alliance, their doom would come, and this was clear to everyone after seeing the Demon General’s strength.

Nightingale, Lucy, and Lilith supported Rod closely, their faces filled with concern and worry. Perhaps because the earlier battle had been too intense, his body was burning hot, his skin red, and blood had coagulated into a solid layer covering his skin, making it particularly striking.

“Brother… you…” Lucy asked anxiously, looking at Rod’s pale face.

“It’s fine. I just need to rest. Stay behind and clean up before leaving. They need you here. Don’t worry about me!” After thinking for a moment, Rod instructed them. Their presence could indeed be of great help.

Although reluctant, Rod insisted, and the girls couldn’t refuse. With reluctant and worried looks, they watched as Rod walked away before turning to clean up the battlefield.

“Cough…” Only once out of their sight did Rod hold back any longer. A wave of sweetness filled his throat, and blood spilled from his mouth.

“Rod…” The Wolf King and the others cried out in alarm at the sight.

“It’s fine, just some internal injuries. The battle just now was too intense!” Rod wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said with a bitter smile. Taking a deep breath, he slowly stood up straight: “The Demon Marshal is truly powerful!” He could only sigh inwardly.