Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 673 - 409: The Demon Domain Readies for War, Evil Bone’s Faint Glow

Demon Realm, Eastern Demon Kingdom.

The north wind sweeps the ground, breaking the white grass; in September, the Demon Realm already sees flying snow.

In the Eastern Demon Kingdom, as snowflakes drifted down, within a dark, deep abyss, tall Demonkin stood in a single-file column formation. Some rode atop gigantic demonic creatures, while others herded a multitude of ferocious beasts with varying appearances, silently entering the depths of the abyss.

Occasionally, among the ranks, a hard-to-tame ferocious beast would let out an anxious roar, only to be quickly met with a whip shaped like an iron tribulus.

The bizarre whip flickered with red and black hues in the daylight; the part of the handle that the demon soldiers held, however, was a blackish color. It was unclear whether the whip was originally like this or if the whip's body had been stained red by fresh blood, soaking it with this color over time.

But it was certain that once lashed by the whip, the restless beasts or demonic creatures would generally quiet down and dare not roar or howl any longer.

Occasionally, a stubborn one, defiant to the pain, would bare its feral eyes and continue to snarl and struggle, only to be greeted by a second lash of the iron whip.

If still unyielding, they would face a third, then a fourth strike, until there came a time when they would no longer make a sound.

"Damned creature."

A mammoth demonic creature, strong like a mammoth, had its brain matter spill forth from a forceful lash of an iron whip, collapsing with a thud. On its deflated head, one could still see four indentations from the whiplashes, obviously indicating that this creature was rather stubborn and among the tough ones of its kind.

But now, the tough one had fallen and could no longer bellow towards the sky.

A three-meter-tall demon soldier with a violent gaze kicked the eyeballs of the mammoth creature, bursting them. After spitting out a wad of saliva, he continued driving his own demonic mount forward with a gloomy face.

Behind him, the bright red blood of the mammoth creature slowly seeped into the dark stone depths of the abyss.

Raising the line of sight and then panning 10,000 meters to the left, at the moment atop an elevated prominent ridge stood a Demonkin with muscles coiled like dragons. Over five meters tall, he knelt with one hand on his chest before another Demonkin adorned with a tuft of purple scaled armor on his forehead and draped in a blood-red cape.

That Demonkin with scales on his forehead was only two meters tall, but the towering Demonkin knelt before him, not daring to breathe too loudly.

"Kalan Demon General, how much longer until the Storm Legion is completely in position?" asked the Demonkin in the blood-red cape with a cold glance at the large Demonkin kneeling before him.

"Reporting back to Blood Dragon Demon Marshal, Sin Abyss is hard to enter, full of dangers, not to mention demon winds and powerful ferocious beasts lurking in the shadows. It will take nearly two months for the Storm Legion to be completely in place."

The large Demonkin carefully replied, fearing he might cause offense.

"Two months? Too slow, far too slow," the Demonkin in the blood-red cape frowned and coldly glanced at Kalan Demon General, "Kalan Demon General, I'll give you no more than a month."

"One month. As long as there are members of the Storm Legion still breathing, they'd better crawl to the Spring of Gloom."

"But... Lord Demon Marshal, within one month, the losses of the Storm Legion could reach twenty to thirty percent; with worse luck, even forty percent is not impossible. Are we truly prepared to do this? The Storm Legion is the true elite troop of our Eastern Demon Kingdom," the tall Demon General said, quivering.

"Those lowly red and green-blood Demon Clan, they are like dark moss on the earth of the Demon Realm, inexhaustible. When one batch is used up, another will grow. What does it matter if the casualties are high? Those wastrels, even including the Green Blood Demon Race, so long as not too many die, there's no need for excessive concern."

"Kalan Demon General, you are of the Blue-blood Demon Race and have followed me for many years, which is why I am giving you several extra reminders."

"His Majesty has hastened the operation of our Eastern Demon Kingdom's Supreme Magic Artifact, the Demon Dragon Orb, having long calculated that the space barrier within the Spring of Gloom in Sin Abyss is at its weakest. If the Four Pole Firmament Great Array is successfully deployed, this region will surely connect to the Human Domain."

"Kalan Demon General, I have made a military pledge before His Majesty to seize the region of the Spring of Gloom that connects to the Human Domain, to plunder enough flesh and blood to construct the Demon Pool, to stabilize and expand the spatial rifts, and to allow even a powerful being like His Majesty to pass through easily. What an accomplishment this would be! Even if casualties are somewhat higher, what does it matter?"

In the Demon Realm, bloodlines dictate supremacy, with bloodlines divided into ranks by color, roughly divided into five different colors: red, green, blue, and purple.

Each color is further divided into levels, such as the highest-ranking purple, which is subdivided into light purple, dark purple, and dusky purple.

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The nobility of one's bloodline determines the upper limits of a demon's strength. For the Demon Clan, the world is just that cruel; some things, if you do not have them at birth, you will never have them in your lifetime.

Of course, of the great yan number fifty, forty-nine are used; the Heavenly Dao always leaves a ray of hope, such as for a red-blood Demon Clan of the lowest rank who wishes to defy fate and elevate their bloodline to green.

They can consume Blood Essence Stones that are by-products found within Demonic Iron Mines of the Demon Realm. Over time, provided one consumes enough Blood Essence Stones, it's possible to advance one's bloodline.

Of course, this method comes with a trivial little drawback.

That is, all Demonic Iron Mines that produce Blood Essence Stones are controlled by the higher-ranked Demon Clan.

If the route via Blood Essence Stones is not viable, then there is another: for a Demon Clan of a higher bloodline rank to sacrifice some of their life force to condense a Pure Essence Blood Orb from within their own bloodline. Using a high-rank demon's Pure Essence Blood Orb as a catalyst, there's a minuscule chance to ascend one's bloodline, enhancing their innate potential.