Chapter 412: Weapon Spirits (1/2)

In the far west where the demon soldiers were, Kong Zhi at on his stone throne, gripping the armrest tightly. And he could not hold it in any longer, ripping it clean off and throwing it forward, sending it crashing into the ground. His breath was heavy and his eyes were crazed

”He's dead as well?!” he shouted.

Kneeling in front of him was Shi Hou, cupping his fists and looking downwards.

”Yes, my lord, Hai Zhu is dead.”

Hearing it once more, Kong Zhi stood up to grab his throne and toss it in front of him. His stone skin began to glow and tremble as his bloodline began to activate. However, he stopped it from fully manifesting, taking a deep breath. He turned and looked at the Roaring King, maintain his composure.

”You three were the strongest out of the entire army and now two of you are dead. We've lost not only the Boundless Beast Forest but the lake as well. With every day, we are being pushed back by the humans and they grow stronger.”

”We have no excuse!” Shi Hou answered, trying to abate his rage.

Kong Zhi sighed as he looked at his broken throne.

”Hah, find their replacements and do it quickly. They couldn't have been able to secure the lake yet. We can retake it if we are swift enough, now go.”

”Yes, my lord.”

The Roaring King stood up and cupped his fists before turning to leave. Kong Zhi merely continued to look at his throne before looking to his warhammer. It was somewhat different, created from a bevy of metals originating from the Cerulean Serpent's Lake.

Compared to the last one, its length was equal to him in height. It wasn't as elaborate, taking on a simple design with a flat double face and a nail at the top. Despite its appearance, it was twice as heavy and much more durable. It wouldn't bend or break as easily as his last weapon.

Kong Zhi grabbed it and held it tightly.

”How?! How is it that we are losing this war?! I am that of the Vajra Race now! We should've taken over the Boundless Beast Forest and yet, we didn't. I should've been able to decimate that old human! But I lost! Why?! Why?!”

He was angry, furious from the frustration after losing the forest.

”The Vajra Bloodline is one of the strongest bloodlines but I still lost! Am I not strong enough? What else do I have to do?!”

The demon mulled over this predicament, trying to think of a way of gaining more strength. Then he looked up, suddenly remembering something.

”Wait... The Hundun Clan... What about an alliance with them?”

The more he thought the more he was confident.

”They might not have answered us before but now they have a clear hatred for the humans. I could use that. Perhaps, I could send them to the lake instead.”

Slowly, a plan formed in his mind as he continued to muse over his options.

”I could also look for more treasures. Perhaps, my ancestors may have something, I should go back. There has to be more, something else. I need something, I must be stronger quicker, I won't lose, not to that human.”

There was a glow in his eyes, an obsession, and a thirst. It would be a thin line he was stepping on, the crazed look on his face slowly appeared.

What would happen the next time he made his appearance? What sort of terrible thing would he become?

Such answers wouldn't come so quickly yet.

As for the Cerulean Serpent's lake, disaster could be coming but another predicament was taking place.

”A year? I thought perhaps a week but... a year?”

Ming Yue looked at the World Serpent with dismay and Yin Bing had a confused look on her face.