Becoming Great Emperor by Playing Game-Chapter 548: Elders, Hurry and Save Us!

Countless people mastering cannons and firearms poured demonic Qi into them, all of them were from the Demon Race and were also disciples of Xiao Yao Sect.

These weapons had already been modified to become most suitable for the Demon Race.

Seeing these Demon Race members infusing demonic Qi into the weapons, Artax felt his scalp tingle with horror—they actually utilized demonic Qi.

This demonic Qi, deadly as ever, once again restrained them.

But quickly, Artax’s lips curled up in a slight smile, as he recalled how Chen Lan had just solved a problem, realizing he could apply the same method.

Rumble!

As countless cannons fired, Artax swiftly waved his hand, and a space tunnel appeared before him: "Hahaha, Demon Slayer, I have to thank you, otherwise..."

Boom!!

The energy rays mixed with demonic Qi unexpectedly ignored the space tunnel, bombarding the numerous Evil Race members, with screams echoing in succession.

Countless from the Evil Race fell from the sky like broken kites, each crashing heavily to the ground, then getting up in a very sorry state.

"How could this be, I clearly activated the space tunnel!" Artax spoke in surprise, suddenly spewing blood and half-kneeling on the ground.

How could those energy rays bypass the space tunnel and directly attack them? This made no sense!

"Heh, Artax, did you think the Demon Emperor hadn’t considered this issue?" Qin Tianci walked out from the crowd at this moment, looking at Artax with a cold smile.

This bug, Chen Lan had already thought about it and had them improved, so they added space stones inside, allowing them to lock onto the enemy, ignore space, and instantly arrive. Even a space tunnel couldn’t change the attack position of the energy rays!

Artax, thinking he could apply the same, was truly laughable!

Upon hearing this, Artax’s face instantly darkened, what a disgrace!

"So what, you still can’t kill us!" Artax shouted coldly, leading his men to charge once more; their injuries quickly healed.

What of the energy rays mixed with demonic Qi? They couldn’t kill them, recovery was just a matter of time, they would still survive.

The crowd engaged in battle once again, and several Grandmasters of the Evil Race approached Chen Lan.

"Demon Slayer, what of you killing Rokaka, today you must die!" Artax coldly declared, looking at the other Grandmasters, "Everyone, let’s act together to suppress him."

In an instant, Artax tossed out a blue rope, quickly flying into the hands of each Grandmaster and breaking automatically.

Chen Lan squinted his eyes slightly, this rope had the effect of restricting space, ability, and suppression. If trapped, his power would be limited, though not a great threat, but he disliked being constrained.

Several nodded, immediately spreading into positions, encircling Chen Lan, and gradually closing in.

"Overestimating oneself." Chen Lan said faintly, pressing his two fingers together, muttering, "Wind, Thunder, Ice, Fire, Demon Abyss Eight Directions, Bind!"

As his words fell, the Demon Soul Banner trembled intensely, and four souls flew out from it, namely the Wind, Thunder, Ice, and Fire Soul Generals; they had always been cultivating within the Demon Soul Banner, lacking self-awareness, following only Chen Lan’s commands.

"Master!" The four Soul Generals knelt simultaneously in front of Chen Lan, clasping their fists and shouting.

"Go, capture them."

Upon hearing this, the four Soul Generals immediately looked at those few Grandmasters, simultaneously unleashing their divine techniques.

In an instant, the sky dropped snow, and the temperature plunged abruptly, as if in a world of ice and snow; this extreme cold began to encase Artax and his men in ice.

"These actually possess Grandmaster-level power!" Artax exclaimed in surprise, these four Soul Generals actually had the strength of Grandmasters.

"Mere Soul Generals, easily destroyed; I, the Mad Blade General, would never fear them," a Grandmaster of the Evil Race scoffed, charging at a Thunder Soul General with his great blade, delivering a blow.

Boom!

The Soul General exploded instantly, and the Mad Blade General laughed, it was almost too easy to handle.

But in the next second, the Thunder Soul General quickly recovered, astonishingly swift, instantly reforming.

"This... they’re of the same kind!" The Mad Blade General exclaimed in surprise.

The familiar recovery, just like them, these were refined from their own kind!

With these words, the other Grandmasters showed astonishment, they were of the same kind, meaning these four were likely their peers or predecessors refined!

"Demon Slayer, you are simply a demon!" Artax roared in anger, using their kind to refine into Soul Generals, too cruel.

"Heh, in front of you, I’m just a newbie." Chen Lan sneered coldly.

The actions of Heaven are tens of thousands of times crueler than mine, and they dare say this to me.

Though unable to understand what Chen Lan was saying, they could somewhat discern from his tone that Chen Lan was mocking them.

"Consume them!" Artax said in a deep voice, grabbing the Wind Soul General in front of him and starting to devour.

The other Grandmasters, seeing this, hesitated, but eventually devoured them.

"Tsk tsk, even eating their own kind, you dare call me cruel, Artax." Chen Lan shook his head, laughing coldly.

Artax and his people forced back their urge to vomit, glaring hatefully at Chen Lan.

If not for Chen Lan’s coercion, they wouldn’t have devoured their own kind; the Evil Race of Heaven seldom killed their own, mostly killing for ascension; their unity and cohesion were strong.

Now, having devoured their own kind, they felt extreme disgust, sadness, and anger.

"Now that it’s come to this, it’s time to end."

Chen Lan’s eyes turned icy cold, turning his hand to activate the Demon Soul Banner, unleashing endless demonic Qi, the pressure instantaneously arriving, "Suppress!"

The Demon Soul Banner exerted force, countless resentful souls surged out, beginning to entangle Artax and his people. Facing these resentful souls of the Evil Race, they were reluctant to kill them, but to survive, they could only capture and devour each one.

Yet upon devouring, the resentful souls mixed with demonic Qi stirred violently within them, causing their souls great pain, bodies teetering.

"Damn it, so painful, these resentful souls no longer belong to them, stop devouring, kill them all!" Artax yelled, taking up his blade to kill the resentful souls one by one, then using a special secret technique to devour their energy, preventing these souls from reviving.

Seeing this, Chen Lan raised a brow slightly; indeed, the Evil Race had a way to deal with their kind, he always wondered about this.

If the Evil Race were so invincible, if they killed each other, wouldn’t there be no victor?

Only now did he know they had ways to restrain their own kind.

But it was merely his curiosity, it was time to end it all.

"Devour!"

Upon command, the Demon Soul Banner erupted with a powerful suction, immediately destabilizing the figures of Artax and his people.

"Rokaka is dead, seniors, hurry and aid us!!!"

Artax roared angrily, understanding they couldn’t defeat the Demon Slayer and had to call for reinforcements!