Chapter 594 — Hard to Tell True from False
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
Better to put our forces in order and take the chance to learn the truth of their strength. Besides, how do you know there are only five or six gods and demons? If more are hidden inside, we will only suffer grievous losses. I cannot gamble the future of the demon race! " Lu Li had no choice but to cry out in a shrill voice, uttering harsh words in the Youdu demon tongue.
At the front, many demon ancestors heard the sound, and shouts rose from their throats as they led the monster horde in retreat. Shen Mu heard Lu Li's voice, and his expression stirred. "That is. .
.
the Youdu demon tongue?
I know it too—" Without a moment's thought he too uttered the rise and fall of the Youdu demon tongue, and it burst like thunder above the battlefield, carrying for twenty or thirty li around.
The demon ancestors who heard him halted one after another and turned to look, low words of demon speech coming from their mouths in answer to his voice. Shen Mu shouted several phrases at the top of his voice, and those demon ancestors turned around and dropped to one knee, bowing their heads.
The Butcher, the Silent Craftsman and the others, drenched in blood, had been about to pursue and cut down the fleeing enemy; at this sight they all stopped short, startled and uncertain.
In the distance, Vajra saw in his mirror the monsters and demon ancestors halting one after another, and knew something was wrong.
He looked at Lu Li.
Beads of cold sweat broke out on Lu Li's forehead, and she laughed with a cackle.
"Vajra, you are really too incompetent. You actually let that little thing live! That little thing is in the enemy camp!
Little thing, you want to take my control from me? Dream on!
" Her voice turned shrill and bleak, demonic sound rolling like thunder, bursting above the battlefield, drowning out and covering Shen Mu's voice so that he could not make himself heard.
Shen Mu gave a stifled grunt and opened his mouth to speak the Youdu demon tongue, but his voice could not carry. Those demon ancestors wore blank looks, rose to their feet one after another, and reined in the Youdu monsters as they fell back.