Old Mo, having unlocked the seventh Shock Gate, now possessed power no less than the Flame Demon Race Leader, and the leader even seemed to be on the verge of retreat.

The other members of the Flame Demon Race, with the cooperation of numerous Water Element Players and Fire Element Players, were also utterly routed. Covered in magma, the Flame Demons found their fiery armor continually extinguished under the players' strategy of encirclement and flooding. Yes, utterly extinguished! In less than an hour, within the enclosure of the Earth Array Wall, most of the Flame Demons were drowned alive.

Some who tried to fly up were also swarmed and beaten down by the other players. Dung Beetle, carrying his Large Wolf Fang Club, would fly up and brutally strike down any Flame Demon that dared to emerge. After several such encounters, many Flame Demons had already given up. A few unlucky ones were dragged down and forcibly held underwater by a group of players.

At this point, the water level was still rising. Faced with the coordinated onslaught of the players, the Flame Demons were already showing signs of a complete rout.

"There's an Integration Realm Flame Demon over there that hasn't died yet—it just climbed up! Who's coming with me to take it down?"

"Me, me, me! I haven't killed a single Flame Demon yet! Bro, take me with you!"

"Holy shit, are you guys insane? It's just one Flame Demon on its last legs, and you mobilized over a hundred people for it?"

"Seeing you guys are even more depraved than me, I can rest easy."

"..."

Whenever players saw a Flame Demon climb up, a large group would immediately rush over to swarm it. The Flame Demons were, to put it mildly, in utter misery. They had never expected such a frenzied counterattack from the Human Race. To kill them, such despicable methods were employed. So ruthless!

"Help, help, help..."

An Integration Realm Flame Demon caught a player, pinning him firmly against the Earth Array Wall. The player frantically called for help from the other players around. This Integration Realm Flame Demon was extremely strong. Although surrounded and beaten by several players, it showed no fear. On the contrary, it had single-handedly managed to kill over a dozen players.

The current environment was unfavorable to them. Even so, an Integration Realm Flame Demon ultimately held a considerable advantage due to its higher realm. Just as it was about to twist off this player's head, a figure flashed by.

BANG!

The Integration Realm Flame Demon felt its body shatter as it was sent flying uncontrollably. Magma spewed continuously from its mouth, and the lava covering its body dimmed slightly.

When it stabilized and looked up, Old Mo, dragging the Flame Demon Race Leader who was barely breathing, leaped in front of it.

"You Flame Demons don't seem very strong. It's the Demon Race that truly inspires a fighting spirit."

Old Mo dropped the body of the Flame Demon Race Leader in front of the Integration Realm Flame Demon. This condescending, looking-down-from-above gaze made this Integration Realm Flame Demon feel humiliated. How dare these puny humans look down on them like this? Previously, they had always been the ones to look down upon the Human Race. Never had they imagined the tables would turn so completely.

"You're not from the Southern Continent; are you from the Central Domain?" The Flame Demon gritted its teeth. "The Central Domain is intervening? Aren't you afraid our Royal Family will declare war on your Human Race?"

Such strength filled the Flame Demon with despair. So they instinctively assumed the Disciples of the Yanhuang Sect were from the Central Domain. But was that truly the case?

Old Mo shook his head. "I'm not from the Central Domain. We are Disciples of the Profound Yellow Sect, all from the Northern Wilderness."

What?! The Northern Wilderness? A place unsuitable for any race to live, could actually harbor such a formidable Human Race presence? Impossible!

The Integration Realm Flame Demon couldn't believe it, yet the truth was undeniable.

Old Mo, looking at him, asked softly, "How do you wish to die now? I can grant you a dignified end."

The Flame Demon coughed again, spewing a large amount of magma. That previous kick had been enough to claim its life.

"Human Race, don't be arrogant! These Hundred Thousand Great Mountains are filled with our Demon Race. You people will only become our captives!"

The moment its words fell, Old Mo stomped down, directly crushing the Integration Realm Flame Demon's Demon Core. In an instant, it fell silent. And the Flame Demon Race Leader, who was barely breathing, shattered its own Demon Core in despair upon witnessing this. They were both dead.

All the Flame Demons who had come out this time were dead. Their territory in the Eastern Region had long since been plundered by the players. Now, the Demon Race was effectively devoid of the Flame Demon Race's presence. Perhaps in a few hundred years, new Flame Demons might be born among the Demon Race. However, that was a matter for centuries later.

The players couldn't care less about such things. Earning Contribution Points was all that mattered.

Members of the House of Evolution collected the Flame Demon corpses one by one and then, on the side, eagerly began dissecting them. Their skillful technique drew surprised glances from many players.

Even Meng Fenggu and his group, watching the players dissect the Demon Race members, couldn't help but feel a chill.

So ruthless! Aren't even the corpses spared? And judging by their technique, they've clearly had a lot of practice dissecting. What kind of background did these Disciples of the Profound Yellow Sect have?

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