The Resurrecting Overlord

"What? Why would you need my help?" Dong Xian responded to the attendant's plea. "The Demonic sects formed an alliance to take down our Great Demon Clan to ransack our place for their secret manuals and our resources!" The attendant continued to explain.

"But that still does not cut it. Your Sect Master is a Soul Formation cultivator, so they should not be able to deal with him at the forefront." "You forgot that you dealt an internal injury to him earlier? Not only that, multiple Soul Stage cultivators are here too!" The attendant really wanted to cry at this point. They had already wasted 10 minutes debating back and forth!

At this moment, Zhao Feng coughed up some blood from his mouth. His lips were bright red, and his body was riddled with injuries caused by the old fogeys from the sects he had robbed to craft his "Number 1 Great Demon Clan cultivation technique". If only he was at his full power, he would just flip his hand and send the people attacking him to the abyss and beyond. Why wasn't that Dong Xian here yet? His Heavenly Qi power would be able to deal with them, who also cultivated in the demon's path.

Feng Li, the one leading the charge to Attack Great Demon Clan, started laughing. "Did you think anyone would help you? You have offended many people this past 50 years, and no one would willingly send reinforcements to you!" He had been patiently waiting for this moment for over 50 years, since that day that all his sect's resources got robbed by the shameless Zhao Feng. He had slowly gathered up the people opposing the Great Demon Clan, and had struck like a snake in the grass, with no warning at all.

The other sect leaders also laughed at this scene. Their hatred and animosity still showed in their eyes, glaring at Zhao Feng. Even as they pounded Zhao Feng with fearsome moves like "Spirit Leeching Canvas" and "Hellish Chains" , their anger was still not quelled. Until they personally execute him, they would still be indignant for the humiliation they suffered.

Meanwhile, the sect's disciples were roaming Great Demon Clan, finding lone cultivators and refining them to become vessels for their demonic arts. They were extremely vicious in their methods, even more than the Great Demon Clan, as they did not even wait for the disciples to die, before using cursed spirit stones and demonic Qi to ravage their bodies, preparing them for the demon's coming.

Even worse than that, the vessel's were still alive, as the various sect's disciples controlled them, with their eyes looking about unwillingly as their bodies were used to kill their fellow friends and disciples.

The look of fear on their juniors' faces made it even worse for the seniors whose body was being controlled. They wished that they had killed themselves while they had the chance, to prevent themselves for seeing the atrocities being committed.

Zhao Xian was busy fending off the numerous Core Stage cultivators flooding him all at once. He was the Soul Stage elder with the most disciples, so he was especially relentless at blocking off the cultivators, in exchange for not attacking them at all. Still, the number of attackers slowly trickled up as more and more Great Demon Clan disciples got controlled. Yi Lian was growing increasingly worried, as the Core Stage cultivators used the Great Demon Clan's disciples as kamikaze attacks and blew themselves up. He was suffering a lot more damage than he initially thought.

It was generally a bleak scene for the Great Demon Clan, as if decades of effort were to collapse overnight. Zhao Feng was starting to lose hope in Dong Xian, thinking that he would have been killed by now since he did not arrive. This was of course not the case. Dong Xian and the attendant was still arguing over the chaos that was happening outside.

This was the case, until a foolish disciple of the various sects sent his demon puppet inside the Sect Master's room. It was normally protected by various traps and demonic plants, but Dong Xian had killed all of them earlier.

The demon puppet entered the room with a violent "bang!" The attendant was shocked. He was clearly a Great Demon Clan disciple, so why is he suddenly attacking the Sect Leader's room. The puppet's eyes glazed over, before lunging at the attendant.

Dong Xian saw what had transpired, so he leapt up and blocked the blow for the attendant using his fist. The demon puppet was knocked back and screeched. It was severely damaged even though Dong Xian had just blocked the blow, and did not Attack it at all.

The demon articulated out a few words, out of its masters control. "How..are..you..a.lord?"

The demon's puppet then collapsed, convulsing for a few while, before condensing into Demonic Qi. The attendant looked in surprise at Dong Xian. He was clearly just a Spirit Stage cultivator, so how was he this strong? Perhaps this was why the Sect Master had requested for this man?

Dong Xian frowned. It seemed that without his assistance, the whole Great Demon Clan would be gone. Even though Great Demon Clan was filled with evil disciples, the Sect Master Zhao Feng has treated him well, and he had even obtained that "Silence" character from Demon Lord Silenced Night.

If he did not take action to save the clan, he would be an ingrate. Dong Xian pulled back his sleeves, and slowly walked out of the cave towards the entrance.