Chapter 2357: Praying Mantis Captures the Cicada

"Oli, what are you doing!" All the companions nearby were stunned by this scene, shouting loudly, but the current bizarre situation kept them from acting immediately.

"He... he's not Oli," Mogard wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, staring intently at the Grand Array Master. "Who exactly are you?"

Oli smiled sinisterly, "Brother Mo, you often hated and cursed me in the past. I never thought you wouldn't recognize me, even when I'm standing right in front of you now."

Mogard's face initially showed confusion, then he suddenly seemed to realize something, and his expression changed drastically.

At this moment, the Lord of Slaughter looked coldly at Oli. "Lord of Demons!"

Oli chuckled. "Still, the Old Master's eyes are as sharp as ever."

He then wiped his face, and the scholarly Oli instantly transformed into a bare-skinned, grayish-green, repulsive monster—it was indeed the Lord of Demons.

Seeing this, Salamay's subordinates involuntarily recoiled several steps, their bodies trembling. Clearly, the pressure the Lord of Demons had exerted on them over the years was too immense.

The elders of the True Demon Clan first showed joy, then remembered that they had pledged allegiance to the Lord of Slaughter these past days, which he surely noticed. Their faces immediately fell into distress.

"This is impossible! How can you be the Lord of Slaughter? Where is Oli?" Salamay finally reacted, trembling all over, whether from fear or rage.

Oli had been her old subordinate for many years; how could he betray her?

"That uncooperative fellow was naturally killed by me long ago. Then I borrowed his skin and essence blood. For all these years, I've been an undercover agent by your side, watching your various schemes. It was quite amusing," the Lord of Slaughter said with a hint of smugness. Clearly, the cat-and-mouse game over the years had been very entertaining.

"Blood Pool!" Salamay instantly realized something.

The Lord of Slaughter was enlightened. If the Lord of Demons could create exact replicas using the Blood Pool, it wouldn't be difficult to impersonate Oli.

As for Oli's specialized knowledge of array formations, it was clear that the Lord of Demons himself was also skilled in them.

The Lord of Demons extended his long tongue and licked Salamay's cheek. "Speaking of which, I should thank you, Miss. If you hadn't brought me along, how would I have learned of all the Old Master's plans? A hidden spacetime fragment... just thinking about it is exciting."

Salamay's face turned beet red, filled with both disgust and rage.

"Let her go!" Mogard's eyes were bloodshot at the sight. He tried to leap forward several times but was too severely injured and collapsed back to the ground.

The Lord of Demons looked at him with disdain. "You're truly laughable. As an elder, you harbor an unspeakable affection for your niece. Disgusting!"

"You're lying! I'm not! I didn't!" Mogard's face instantly flushed crimson. He secretly glanced at Salamay, then carefully looked at the Lord of Slaughter's expression.

The Lord of Demons scoffed. "Afraid to admit what you've done? Truly pathetic. Oh, no, you don't even dare to act. If I were you, I would have had countless opportunities to deal with the Young Miss over the years, to make the raw rice cooked. Then I might have even called you a man. But you didn't dare. Bah! I don't know how I was ever considered your equal, you spineless wretch."

"Shameless!" Salamay trembled with rage.

"Thank you for the compliment." The Lord of Demons was unconcerned, instead looking curiously at the Lord of Slaughter. "Why hasn't the Old Master spoken? It seems that being suppressed under the Great Snow Mountain for so many years has worn down your fire."

The Lord of Slaughter looked at him calmly. "You're doing all this just to provoke me, to find my weakness, aren't you?"

A flicker of surprise crossed the Lord of Demons' eyes. "There's a saying among humans in this world: 'One should look at a scholar with new eyes after three days apart.' Seeing you today, it's certainly true."

Salamay cried out, "Father, don't worry about me! Just kill him!"

The Lord of Demons chuckled. "If your father had the ability, he would have acted long ago. Do you think he'd need you to tell him?"

Salamay's heart instantly sank. Yes, with her father's temper, when had he ever allowed himself to be threatened? His inaction clearly meant he lacked confidence.

Over these past thousands of years, powers had waxed and waned. The Lord of Demons' current strength might not be inferior to her father's.

The Lord of Slaughter was not annoyed. Instead, he asked curiously, "There's one question I can't figure out: Since you've been meticulously planning for so long, why did you act at this moment instead of after we had activated that spacetime fragment?"

At the same time, he realized something. No wonder when he left the Demon World before, the Lord of Demons seemed furious, but there was no actual anger value.

It had all been an act for Salamay and even Donar. His true body had already infiltrated their team, and everything was under control, so naturally, he wouldn't be angry.

The Lord of Demons snorted. "The reason I held back for so long was not only to find out what you were hiding but also because of a greater apprehension towards this fellow."

As he spoke, his gaze fell upon Donar, who was standing nearby.

"Donar?" Salamay was startled, never imagining that the esteemed Lord of Demons would fear him.

"Do you think he's really Donar?" the Lord of Demons sneered. "The real Donar died long ago."

"What!" All the demons present were stunned, especially the elders of the True Demon Clan, who stared at Donar with utter disbelief.

"That's impossible, he's clearly Donar," the True Demon Grand Elder said, summoning his courage.

"You should know that because of the heavy casualties among the masters from my faction who invaded this world, no one was willing to come anymore, right?" the Lord of Demons stated.

The demons nodded slightly. The main reason was that coming to this world meant having their cultivation restricted by the world barrier, and dying at the hands of the world's natives was simply too humiliating.

Furthermore, the powerful individuals who had previously invaded this world were too famous—for example, the Shadow Demon King, the War Priest, and others, almost all of whom were the strongest beneath the Lord of Demons. Since such powerful individuals had fallen one after another, who would dare to come and die?

"So I later developed a resurrection method using the Blood Pool, creating bodies for them. If they died in this world, their souls would return, allowing their original bodies in the Blood Pool to be resurrected," the Lord of Demons said, looking coldly at Donar. "Unfortunately, Donar's soul never returned. His true body has already rotted away. So who, then, is this Donar who came to our world?"

Hearing his words, the True Demon Grand Elder clutched his chest, crying out in agony and almost fainting. The future of the True Demon Clan was gone.

The demons originally responsible for guarding Donar instinctively stepped back a few paces. The unknown is always the most frightening.

"Then who is he?" Even Salamay temporarily forgot her own predicament, staring intently at Donar. She had prided herself on her intelligence, yet she realized she had been repeatedly fooled by these two during this period.

"I had a guess," the Lord of Demons paused before continuing, "Initially, I thought he was the strongest person in this cultivation world, the Regent King, planning to retaliate against our world, so I was quite wary of him."

"But I never expected him to be so easily subdued by the Old Master. Therefore, he clearly couldn't be that Regent King. He must be some capable assistant under the Regent King."

If the opponent were truly the Regent King, holding the authority of the world, like the embodiment of the world's will, how could he be so easily defeated by the Lord of Slaughter?

As long as the opponent wasn't the Regent King, no matter how capable this assistant was, he would no longer be taken seriously by him.

"What?" Now it was Yun Yuqing and the others who were surprised. If this Azu wasn't Azu, then where was the real Azu?