Chapter 2490: The Person Who Should Not Have Appeared

Zu'an, hidden in the shadows, had a strange expression. After killing the Scorpion King, he had collected its tail stinger. Although he knew at the time that the stinger was extremely poisonous, he hadn't expected it to be this potent; even a powerful figure like the Lord of Slaughter seemed unable to withstand it.

"Good, good, good!" The Lord of Slaughter's face was also extremely grim. "You truly plotted meticulously. Not only did the Scorpion King hand over his most powerful trump card to someone else, but you also staged such a perfect stratagem of self-inflicted injury together. I'm almost impressed."

The Demon Lord smiled faintly: "You, my lord, have always been suspicious. How else could we have made you believe us?" He was not in a hurry to attack. Instead, he had his subordinates surround the Lord of Slaughter, waiting for the poison to spread throughout his body, so as to prevent the Lord from unleashing a final desperate attack that might drag him down.

The Lord of Slaughter ignored him and looked toward the Distortion Demon in the distance: "What exactly did that fellow promise you, that you were willing to pay such a huge price to ambush me?" Just a moment ago, the Distortion Demon had lost half his body and was being hunted by the Shadow Devil King and the Death Controller. If the Lord of Slaughter hadn't intervened in time, the demon would probably have died on the spot. Even though he had saved him, having just lost half his body and then taking a heavy blow from him, the demon's injuries likely wouldn't heal for many years. So he truly didn't understand, what was the demon's motive?

The Distortion Demon wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and chuckled: "You, my lord, are tyrannical and ungrateful. How can you compare to the Demon Lord, who treats talented individuals with respect? So many of your former subordinates have betrayed you; don't you ever consider introspecting about..."

Before he could finish speaking, the Lord of Slaughter suddenly moved, almost instantly appearing before him. His strike was as fast as lightning, directly hitting the demon. The Distortion Demon's expression changed dramatically. He hastily used little Salome, whom he held, as a shield, while his body began to twist and deform, trying to evade the attack. Unfortunately, being gravely wounded, his movements and reactions were far too slow. And with the Lord of Slaughter striking with hatred, there was no way he could dodge it.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bursts of blood mist erupted as the Distortion Demon was completely torn to shreds. The Lord of Slaughter seized the opportunity to snatch back little Salome, whom the demon had been holding hostage. The entire process was so swift that no one in the arena could react in time.

The Demon Lord's expression shifted slightly, and he couldn't help but remark, "My lord, your cultivation is truly peerless. Even after being afflicted with such a potent poison, you can still display such might. However, forcing your bloodline power like this will likely only accelerate the poison's spread. Why bother?"

"Traitors must die!" The Lord of Slaughter gritted his teeth. His breathing was now noticeably heavier, clearly affected by the poison. The surrounding demon generals kept their distance, circling him. Although they knew he was now more deeply poisoned, none dared to step forward for the moment. The Demon Lord was certain to win this battle, but if anyone foolishly tried to claim the kill, they would easily suffer the same fate as the Distortion Demon.

"Daddy, what's wrong?" Little Salome asked with a hint of a sob, nervously tugging at the Lord of Slaughter's robes.

Hidden in the shadows, Zu'an was filled with doubt. It seemed the Lord of Slaughter's reign was ending, yet historically, he had clearly been suppressed by the Demon Race beneath the great snowy mountain in the Sealed Land. And Salome, historically, should have escaped. Zu'an's previous interactions with her revealed that she was initially deceived by the Demon Lord and only later learned the truth about her father. But now she had clearly witnessed everything firsthand. Even if the Demon Lord spared her life, how could he deceive her? Could it be that some memory-altering technique was used?

Zu'an's mind was racing with countless questions. He worried that history had changed, and whether he and those around him would be affected.

"Don't worry, Daddy is fine," the Lord of Slaughter said, forcing a smile and gently patting his daughter's hand. Then, with a grave expression, he stared at the enemies surrounding them. He wondered how he could escape this situation. His commanders in the great hall, though at a disadvantage, still had the strength to fight. He could sacrifice them to hold off the enemies. As long as he could successfully leave this place and rally his loyal old subordinates across the land, there might still be a chance to turn the tables...

As he pondered a way to escape, he suddenly shuddered and looked down at his chest. He saw a small, bloody hand that had pierced through his chest, clutching his heart. The numerous demon generals present were startled, looking behind him in horror, none understanding what had just happened.

The Lord of Slaughter also turned his head with difficulty. Little Salome, behind him, revealed a strange smile that looked particularly eerie and chilling on her small face.

Zu'an: "???" He couldn't make sense of this scene either. The Salome of later generations constantly vowed revenge for her father, but it turned out she was the killer all along? However, he immediately dismissed this speculation. He had fought the Lord of Slaughter in the Sealed Land, and the Lord absolutely would not die here.

"Why?" Blood continuously gushed from the Lord of Slaughter's mouth as he spoke, even bits of internal organs. Yet, his eyes were filled only with shock and sorrow.

Little Salome did not answer. She simply clutched his heart and widened the distance between them, her expression beginning to change. "To think the renowned Lord of Slaughter is nothing more than this." Watching the figure grow larger and transform entirely into a blue-skinned man, the Lord of Slaughter finally reacted: "Lord of Myriad Transformations!" He then abruptly turned to look at the Demon Lord: "This is your true trump card!"

The Demon Lord then laughed: "My lord, you are indeed intelligent. Unfortunately, you've realized it a bit too late."

The Lord of Slaughter let out a somewhat dejected sigh: "I never imagined you could even recruit a mysterious entity like the Lord of Myriad Transformations. My defeat is not unjust."

Zu'an inwardly sighed, marveling that the initial ambush by the Distortion Demon was so cunningly designed, only to be a mere diversion. The true killing blow was the Lord of Myriad Transformations impersonating little Salome. The Demon Lord was truly treacherous and ruthless. No wonder Zu'an himself was almost completely outmaneuvered by him in later generations. But how did the Lord of Slaughter manage to escape from here?

"A strong warrior's heart, it truly makes me impatient," the Lord of Myriad Transformations said, a look of eagerness on his face. He wasted no more words, directly swallowing the heart he held. The other powerful demon generals showed envious expressions. They knew that consuming and refining such a potent heart would undoubtedly greatly increase one's strength.

The Lord of Myriad Transformations had initially swallowed it with an expression of enjoyment, but soon a hint of confusion appeared on his face: "Eh?"

"What's wrong?" The Demon Lord frowned. He seemed to sense a variable beyond his control. In this situation, he detested any unexpected developments.

"I can't quite say," the Lord of Myriad Transformations replied, his expression strange. "It's as if I ate it, and yet I didn't. It feels like I ate nothing at all."

The Lord of Slaughter snorted. A strange light suddenly emanated from his body, and a heart reappeared in his previously empty chest cavity. Immediately after, the flesh on his chest began to heal at a visible rate.

"Quick, everyone attack together! Although he has a life-saving skill to retrieve his heart, with his heart just torn out, this is his weakest moment." The Demon Lord lost his previous composure, fearing further mishaps, and dared not hold back in the slightest.

Just then, a woman's voice suddenly came from the doorway: "Zu, if you don't want anything to happen to your woman, save my father now!"