Chapter 486: The Appearance of the Demon Marshal

“That’s right, there’s one more very important thing. Four demon souls escaped this time—one demon general, two heavenly demons, and one top-tier powerhouse. A demon marshal has also fled. If nothing goes wrong, he’s among us!” the Pope said in a solemn voice as he looked at everyone.
“A demon marshal!” This statement immediately sparked outcries of shock! If a demon marshal had been sent, what did that mean? They knew all too well that he was an extremely powerful being. At that moment, everyone instinctively glanced at those around them, then adopted a vigilant expression and stepped back from each other.
Could the demon marshal actually be among them? Standing right beside them? At the thought of this, they couldn’t help but feel terrified. If that were true, wouldn’t they risk being sent to hell at any moment?
“Quiet! Everyone, calm down!!” The situation was getting out of control, so Rod shouted loudly at the group.
The Pope and the others began to restore order, and eventually, the situation calmed down a bit. Rod’s gaze was now razor-sharp, as if he could see through a person’s heart. Wherever his gaze fell, those people couldn’t help but lower their heads, afraid to meet his eyes. That gaze was like a sharp knife, capable of piercing through a person’s heart.
Soon after, Rod slowly revealed his divine essence. A golden light covered the entire hall, giving off a sense of holiness and bringing warmth to everyone.
“Ah…” A pained scream was heard, and suddenly, the situation took a dramatic turn.
A figure rushed outside at lightning speed. Wherever it passed, two or three warriors collapsed instantly, their chests crushed and their lives lost before they could react.
That dark figure swiftly headed for the exit. Just as it seemed about to break through the door, three figures suddenly appeared outside, blocking its path. At the same time, three divine essences sealed the door, glowing brightly.
The demon marshal, unable to resist under the pressure of those divine essences, finally struck first. Perhaps he hadn’t expected the Source of Darkness to send such a strong force this time.
Chaos reigned in the hall. Everyone gathered together, staring at the distant figure with anger on their faces. Among the three killed was a warrior at the Yin Yellow realm, along with two divine-level warriors. They were killed in an instant without even having time to react, never understanding what happened.

“So you’ve finally shown up?” Blocked in their path, the figure stopped in its tracks! After getting a clear look at him, Rod asked coldly.
This man was quite ordinary—so ordinary that one could easily forget him in the crowd. A martial artist at the Yin Yellow realm, yet he had become the host of the Demon Marshal. No one could have imagined that this quiet man was actually the Demon Marshal.
“I never thought the Source of Darkness would grow so powerful!” With a stern expression, the man stared at Rod and spoke in a deep voice.
A cold glint appeared in his eyes as he scanned the surroundings, seemingly still searching for a chance to escape.
“Today is the day you die!” Standing beside Rod, Andrews said in a grave tone, his aura intensifying. At this moment, his divine essence was unleashed, along with that of the Wolf King and the Ancestor. All six of them surrounded the man in the hall—once discovered, he would never get a chance to escape.
“Hmph, just you lot?” With a disdainful snort, the Demon Marshal looked at Andrews and the Ancestor, his expression turning slightly serious. “The Troll clan? I never expected to see you again after hundreds of thousands of years. It’s a pity—the leader of the ancient eight great clans no longer has his former glory!”
After recognizing Andrews and the Ancestor, the Demon Marshal sighed slightly. “It seems that curse is still spreading. Your auras are unstable!”
“All outsiders, retreat through the back door. Leave this to us!” The usually silent Ancestor took charge for the first time. Fighting this Demon Marshal, those people wouldn’t be of any help. Even Merck, the leader of the Scorpion King clan, and Melon and the others weren’t qualified—they would only get in the way. Only the six with divine essences, along with the continent’s pope and that martial artist at the Yang Xuan realm, might be able to participate.
Hearing the Ancestor’s words and witnessing the Demon Marshal’s strength, those martial artists didn’t dare complain. They quickly retreated, fearing that even a slight delay could bring disaster upon them, leaving no time to escape.
In an instant, the hall fell silent. From start to finish, the Demon Marshal had watched coldly, taking no action. Surely he didn’t want these guys to stay either. Though their strength wasn’t great, they could definitely buy him some time—making his chances of escape even slimmer.
“Have you imprisoned Hollyqi?” Once everything was quiet, the Demon Marshal asked Rod and the others indifferently.

“You’ll be able to see him soon!” Rod replied coldly. Of course he knew who Hollyqi was—she was that demon general!
“Useless fools! It’s their bad luck to run into you. I told them not to go to the Source of Darkness!” The demon commander’s expression turned fierce as he cursed in anger.
“This plan must have been in place for a long time, huh? I knew you came to the continent for me!” He turned to Rod and asked curiously, “Hollyqi must have told you about me!” With a smirk, he appeared indifferent.
“That’s right. You knew we were targeting you, yet you still dared to come here?” Now that they were surrounded, Rod wasn’t in a hurry to act. He looked at him and asked curiously.
Others might not understand, but Hollyqi herself certainly did. The main purpose of this meeting was to target him. Even under such circumstances, why would he still come alone? It was hard to understand—was he foolish or arrogant?
The continent was so vast; he could easily hide anywhere to train, making it difficult for Rod and his team to find him. Yet he chose to come here instead—what was the difference from a sheep walking into a tiger’s den?
“Targeting me? Yes, I know!” He replied calmly, taking a deep breath. A glint appeared in the demon commander’s eyes. “I’ve never been a deserter. So what if I’m targeted? What needs to be faced will eventually have to be faced. It’s a good chance for me to see the current strength of the continent. I’m just a pawn—testing your strength is my mission. What’s the point of hiding? Besides, it seems you’ve obtained quite a few divine essences. Even if I hide, it’s only a matter of time before you find me. Two or three months is enough.”
“Two or three months won’t make any difference to me!” the demon commander continued calmly.
But Rod and his team grew solemn. If two or three months meant nothing to him, it meant his strength was likely returning to its peak. Only someone like him would say such things. This meant his strength was at least at the initial stage of the Xuanhuang progression!
Thinking of this, the group exchanged glances, their expressions turning serious. It seemed this battle wouldn’t be that simple after all.
“You won’t be able to leave today!” Rod said in a grave tone.

“That depends on whether you have the ability. Enough talk—let’s fight! Let me see to what extent this declining continent has recovered after hundreds of thousands of years, whether it still possesses its former glory and pride, and whether the trolls are still the same mighty race they once were.” The Demon Marshal interrupted Rod’s words and spoke loudly.

A fierce fighting spirit surged within him in an instant, spreading like waves in all directions, bringing with it a gust of violent wind. His overwhelming presence forced Rod and the others to quickly gather their energy to resist. This damned guy was truly that powerful—at the very least, Rod felt he had surpassed him.

The Ancestor’s expression was also grave, with a sharp glint in his eyes. His own imposing aura emerged, matching that of the Demon Marshal across from him.

“Hahaha… Good! Do you want to fight all at once or one by one?” Seeming to sense the Ancestor’s fighting spirit, the Demon Marshal laughed loudly. As demons, they were naturally warlike—how could they miss such a chance to fight?

“I’ll fight you first!” The Ancestor’s voice was slightly hoarse, giving off a dull, lifeless impression, yet at this moment it was filled with authority, making it impossible to resist.

“Very well. This isn’t the right place. Let’s go outside and fight three hundred rounds!” With that, the Demon Marshal strode toward the open area outside.

Rod and the others closely surrounded him, following closely behind, afraid of giving this guy a chance to escape.

As for the battle between the Ancestor and the Demon Marshal, though worried, they couldn’t intervene. At this level, the fight between the two was beyond what ordinary people could imagine, let alone interfere in. Intervening would only cause trouble. It was better to let them fight to the fullest—perhaps that would yield better results. As for Rod and the others, their task was simple: seal off all exits so the guy couldn’t escape.

If he really managed to defeat the Ancestor, Rod would have to take on him alone. Unless the Demon Marshal could defeat everyone here, he wouldn’t be able to leave today. If he defeated them all, then leaving would be his skill—Rod and the others could only blame their own inferior skills.

But this also meant a serious problem: perhaps no one in the world could now stop the Demon Marshal’s advance. If this continued, one could imagine what would happen in a hundred years!