<h4>Chapter 2231: Chapter 2231: The True Form of the Demon God</h4>


    As they walked further in, it became brighter and brighter.


    They could even see the silhouette of the person ahead.


    "Brother, hurry up, or you’re dead meat." Someone passed by Julius Reed, urging him.


    The fact that Granny Xihua almost lost her life meant that this must be the so-called Demon God.


    It’s what Pruitt Wilde mentioned that could help him recover his belongings.


    "Alright, I understand." Julius Reed nodded and walked quickly.


    He swiftly took a piece of ck cloth from that person and covered his face.


    Because he noticed many people doing the same, covering their faces with ck cloth.


    Soon, Julius Reed arrived inside the ck Dragon Cave.


    It was a very spacious cave.


    At the very end, there was a chair.


    But no one was sitting on it.


    The cave was already filled with people, so Julius Reed could only stand in the back row.


    "Ahem." With a slight cough, the previously noisy cave instantly quieted down.


    Granny Xihua, surrounded by two teams of people, walked out.


    And Lucien Radcliffe followed closely behind her.


    Never leaving her side.


    "Everyone." Granny Xihua didn’t sit on the chair but instead stood in front of the crowd, raising the golden staff in her hand: "Tonight, we wee a distinguished guest. This guest once helped us defend the Gills Alliance and is now our friend."


    ng!


    As soon as she finished speaking, she struck the golden staff hard on the ground.


    The cave erupted in thunderous apuse!


    "White Emperor!"


    Lucien Radcliffe led the chant.


    With her voice, the entire cave echoed with cheers.


    Then, Pruitt Wilde slowly walked out from inside.


    "White Emperor, it’s an honor for our Hidden Gate to coborate with you. As previously agreed, you work for us, and we’re willing to let the Demon God help you find yourself." Granny Xihua turned around, looking at Pruitt Wilde.


    Pruitt Wilde was smiling.


    But Julius Reed knew, the more Pruitt Wilde smiled, the more murderous he became.


    ording to him, he was here this time to y a god.


    "Then, can we start now?" He asked.


    "Hold on." Granny Xihua nodded, walked to the front of the crowd.


    Respectfully kneeling.


    Swoosh!


    Everyone knelt on the ground.


    Julius Reed, seeing the situation was off, only squatted down.


    "Kneeling improperly before the Demon God, are you looking for death?" someone said.


    But how could Julius Reed kneel?


    "Report! Someone isn’t kneeling to the Demon God!" At that moment, a Martial Artist pointed at Julius Reed, shouting.


    "Disrespectful ones die." A voice suddenly emanated from the wall.


    It made everyone shiver.


    Immediately after, the wall emitted a glowing light.


    A beam of light, like thunder, struck Julius Reed.


    Bam!


    Julius Reed felt a dull punch to his chest.


    Not that bad, not painful, just quite heavy.


    He fell to the ground and didn’t move.


    No one paid him any mind.


    The death of an ordinary Martial Artist was of no consequence.


    "This is the fate of those who disrespect me." The wall spoke again.


    "Demon God!" Granny Xihua knelt on the ground, holding up the golden staff: "We have found the person who killed Cassius Reed, the one who disrupted us when abducting Eliezer Pine, they even gifted Lucien Radcliffe halfway."


    "Yes, Demon God." Lucien Radcliffe ced her right hand on her chest, speaking respectfully: "I wasn’t their match. But at the time, the White Emperor was also nearby."


    "White Emperor, what’s going on?" Granny Xihua raised her head, warily looking at Pruitt Wilde.


    "You suspect me?" Pruitt Wilde sneered, "I was just on the road, meeting someone for some meat and wine. What, now I have to report to you what I do?"


    He pointed at Lucien Radcliffe: "Ignorant child, are you provoking me?"


    "White Emperor, you..."


    "Xihua, in terms of seniority and ability, I’m your superior. Do you rely on having the Demon God as your backer and want me to act like your subordinate? Get it straight, we’re partners."


    Pruitt Wilde showed no courtesy to Granny Xihua, his words very aggressive.


    "It’s my manner of speaking that’s off." Granny Xihua awkwardly smiled: "But now, helping you is the most important thing, White Emperor, please sit on the chair."


    She pointed at the chair near the wall.


    "Sure!" Pruitt Wilde walked over, sat on the chair, and pointed at the wall: "Your Demon God is in this wall?"


    "The God is everywhere. This wall is just one aspect of the Demon God." Granny Xihua spoke devoutly: "The Demon God resides in the Hall of Heroic Spirits! Only by dying in battle for the Demon God can one enter the Hall of Heroic Spirits."


    "Alright. Let’s start."


    Pruitt Wilde gave a faint smile.


    This method of fooling people into sending themselves to death still works after thousands of years.


    "Can we begin?" He asked again.


    "Demon God, please unleash your power to help the White Emperor eliminate that person inside him!"


    Granny Xihua knelt on the ground, shouting loudly.


    As she called out, the wall instantly turned red.


    Dark red!


    The wall disyed a series of ck lines, attached to Pruitt Wilde’s body.


    Julius Reed, lying on the ground, saw it all.


    "Demon God!"


    Below, those Martial Artists began to cheer.


    This was the Demon God’s Blood, they’d seen it before.


    It was this Demon God’s Blood that made them stronger.


    Pruitt Wilde closed his eyes, allowing the thin lines to fall on him.


    Once the thin lines covered his entire body, they began to drain the spiritual power from Pruitt Wilde’s body.


    "Hahaha! I knew it, you intend to kill me, then take over my body."


    Pruitt Wildeughed loudly: "Drain my blood, then pour it back into me, damn Demon God!"


    He stood up, roaring: "Ah!"


    At the moment of full power release, Pruitt Wilde suddenly pulled outwards!


    The blood threads snapped halfway.


    Cries of surprise came from within the wall.


    Pruitt Wilde turned, punching the wall!


    Crack!


    The wall broke!


    "Again!"


    Pruitt Wilde struck again!


    Boom!


    The wall copsed thunderously.


    Behind the wall, there was only a pool of blood.


    And countless skeletons.


    "ying gods and deceiving, daring to call yourself a Demon God!" Pruitt Wilde strode forward: "Today, I shall y the god!"


    He extended his hand, a long knife somehownded in his hand.


    Pruitt Wilde swung mightily forward!


    Crack!


    All the ck threads shattered!


    "Attack!"


    Granny Xihua sensed things going wrong, shouted loudly.


    Nets upons fell from the sky!


    Landing on him.


    Immediately, countless poison arrows shot from all directions!


    But behind the wall, the pool of blood slowly gathered into a human shape, standing up.


    "Offending me, die!"


    The human figure raised its hand, and the blood transformed into a knife.


    "Urgh!" Pruitt Wilde shed furiously, but the countlesss and poison arrows temporarily trapped him!


    "In the name of the Demon God, y you." That voice came again.


    "Wait." Just then, the ’dead’ Julius Reed stood up, stepping forward.


    "Not dead?" Everyone was stunned.


    Crack!


    Julius Reed smashed the head of the informer, and drew a knife from his waist.