Chapter 1361 The Massacre


    Rnd only agreed to lead Ricky to the Short Devil tribe''s strongholds because the other man


    promised he would set him and hispanions free right after. However, Ricky''s favor was another


    story. He figured that he shouldn''t think about it, at least, for the time being.


    "Thank you, man! I''ll remember this,"


    Ricky responded gratefully as soon as Rnd agreed.


    Rnd then led the three of them to one of the Short Devil tribe''s strongholds, and they arrived at their


    destination after about half a day''s travel. Unfortunately, Ricky couldn''t detect ire''s aura in this


    stronghold, which meant that she and herpanions must be in a different stronghold.


    "It looks like they aren''t here,"


    Ricky muttered with tant disappointment. He had hoped to find them here, but they came to the


    wrong ce.


    And since they went to a dud, all they could do was wait for news from Rnd''spanions, hoping


    that one of them would have better news.


    Thankfully, Ricky finally received good news from one of his Shadowy Replications after an hour. It


    reported that they had detected ire''s aura in another stronghold.


    "Thank you for bringing us here, Rnd. Now, just as I promised, the five of you are free from now on,"


    Ricky dered with a smile. "But you must make a Martial Arts Oath before you leave, as the others


    must not find out we are here. You five need to promise to keep this a secret."


    "I understand,"


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    Rnd agreed, nodding.


    Under their agreement, Ricky let them go once Rnd made the Martial Arts Oath.


    With that taken care of, Ricky took Mordechai and E to the Massacring Zone, and they headed to


    where the Shadowy Replication found ire. Once they arrived, he deactivated the Shadowy


    Replication that was waiting for him there.


    Ricky''s space and the Shadowy Replication''s space were linked to each other.


    In that way, the Shadowy Replication''s space served as Ricky''s safety. It could take him away from


    dangerous situations, and it could also serve as his hiding spot.


    ''Perhaps, in the future, I should hide some Shadowy Replications in concealed ces. When my


    Shadowy Replications reach maturity and could produce Flesh Replications, I can use them to hide


    and even escape in times of trouble, '' Ricky thought with much foresight.


    The Short Devil tribe''s stronghold was a ck castle located in a deep valley. ck figures appeared


    one after another around the castle. These were devils.


    However, these devils weren''t from the Short Devil tribe. They belonged to other devil tribes that served


    as protectors of the Short Devil tribe. Since the creatures from the Short Devil tribe specialized in


    casting weapons, they couldn''t fight well, and they had to rely on other tribes to protect them.


    Seeing this, Ricky and the other two cautiously hid in his space first.


    "Do you sense them inside, Ricky? Can you tell where they are?"


    Mordechai eagerly asked the other man.


    "Yes. I can sense their auras inside the castle,"


    answered Ricky affirmatively.


    The next moment, he drove the space into the castle.


    They slowly moved inside, following ire''s aura, until they arrived deep into the castle.


    There, the three of them found what they were looking for.


    A golden halo surrounded ire, Peter, and the other four, while the halo itself was enveloped in a


    profound illusory space.


    Unfortunately, Ricky had very limited knowledge about this golden halo. He only knew that it came from


    the Sacred Illusory Kingdom''s sacred weapon—the Illusory Ring.


    He heard that this particr sacred weapon could release powerful and profound illusory space.


    Of course, the illusory space''s strength depended on the user''s realm and strength.


    As Ricky gazed into the Illusory Ring, he saw that ire and herpanions stood inside, joined by an


    old and stout ck devil.


    This devil looked incredibly old, and he had just reached the Emperor Level. In fact, this one looked


    positively ancient that it seemed like he would deteriorate at any moment.


    Meanwhile, outside the Illusory Ring stood countless devils from the Short Devil tribe and other tribes.


    They surrounded ire and others in a siege, but none of them dared to enter the Illusory Ring, nor did


    they try to attack the people inside. The short devil inside the Illusory Ring must be a high-ranking


    official of the Short Devil tribe, so they didn''t dare to put him in danger.


    "Humans! Let our old chief go! If you release him and hand over our casting heritage, we will let you


    live," said the Short Devil tribe''s current chief.


    "Ricky, how strong are these devils?" asked Mordechai out of curiosity.


    "Most of them are average warriors. With our current strength, only one devil can pose a threat to us,"


    Ricky informed him.


    "Oh? They only have one strong member?" Mordechai repeated with a delighted grin. "That''s not


    much, so we can probably take them. However, I''m afraid that stronger reinforcements maye."


    "I doubt it. The devil race''s strongholds are located far away from each other, so we''ll have plenty of


    time to get away from here. Plus, we have enough in our ranks. Every upper spiritual emperor of the


    devil race has a creature from the continent ready to confront him." E added her two cents as well.


    "Besides, from the looks of it, ire and herpanions picked a good hostage. The Short Devil tribe


    in this stronghold seems to care a great deal for their old chief. That or they just care about the casting


    inheritance. Either way, we have a trump card against them."


    "Indeed. It was brilliant of ire and Peter. They managed to take the Short Devil tribe''s casting


    heritage," Ricky agreed with a smile.


    "Can you use your space to bring them in?" asked Mordechai, thinking that they would use the space


    to run away.


    "Yeah, I can do that since nothing is blocking me here. However, wouldn''t that be a waste? We are


    already here. We can''t just save them. This stronghold is ripe for the picking!


    I also don''t want to let this chance go. I want to kill every devil here whose strength does not far


    surpass mine," exined Ricky.


    "If that''s so, what are we waiting for? Let''s kill all of them." answered Mordechai yfully,ughing in


    amusement. They seemed to be two peas in a pod. After all, he wanted to fight against those devils


    too.


    Boom!


    As the devils bargained with ire, who was still in the Illusory Ring, a massive square seal that


    contained a strong power of time appeared over the ck castle, expanding bigger and bigger every


    second.


    The devils that surrounded them were utterly shocked to see this.


    "What the hell is happening?"


    shouted the other tribes'' leaders as they started to panic.


    They hastily activated their power, intending to confront the giant seal.


    Several powerful devils worked together to resist the attack, and they sessfully blocked Ricky''s


    Time Seal.


    In the next moment, Ricky''s figure appeared in the middle of the Time Seal. He had a wicked smile on


    his face as he said, "You devil bastards, don''t me me for being cruel to you because you deserve it."


    His grin widened, and in between one breath and the next, a ray of light shot out from between his


    eyebrows. It grew brighter and brighter until it engulfed the entire castle.


    "How is that possible?" All eyes could only watch the scene with disbelief in their eyes.


    ire, Peter, and theirpanions, as well as Mordechai and E who were still in the Massacring


    Zone, all recognized it in one nce. "The ancient arena!"


    Ricky had indeed summoned the ancient arena.


    Boom! Boom! Under his control, it hovered over the ck castle and then dropped onto it with a


    deafening blow, crushing the entire castle beneath it into dust.


    The ancient arena was made of Rocks of Heaven and Earth, which made it as tough and sturdy as any


    supreme weapon. A small ck castle stood no chance against it.


    Pained and dying screams erupted from the dust and debris that had remained of the devils'' abode.


    Undoubtedly, the power of Ricky, a middle spiritual emperor, filled the ancient arena to the brim. And it


    had struck the castle with a crushing blow. How could any devil who hadn''t be a middle spiritual


    emperor survive?


    That was how Ricky dealt with the weaker devils, and only a few living devils remained. He then put


    away the ancient arena and the Time Seal. To his satisfaction, he noticed that only several middle


    spiritual emperors and lower spiritual emperors at peak state had survived.


    Of course, those devils who witnessed this fell silent, unable to utter a word out of shock.