The Man In Black Arrives, The Inheritance Of The Demon Ancestor?

"My Lord, about Shuofang City..." Yuan Zuozong gestured toward the ruins of Shuofang City behind him.

He hadn't forgotten that Orion had been determined to occupy Shuofang City. However, the recent battle between Luo Yi and Zhou Qianfu had left the city in shambles. The once-prosperous city was now reduced to a wasteland of corpses and rubble.

"The resources of Shuofang City have been exhausted by us; it's now worthless," Orion sighed, a trace of sorrow in his voice. "It's a pity for the innocent civilians caught in this."

Indeed, in this brutal world where strength ruled, it was the ordinary people who suffered the most. However, since the Zhou royal family had treated their own subjects with such disregard, Orion felt no obligation to play the role of a savior.

Still, he couldn't bring himself to massacre the remaining civilians—there was no point. They couldn't contribute to his fortune, and doing so would only spread needless cruelty.

"Have those forces loyal to the Great Zhou been dealt with?" Orion asked suddenly, his eyes narrowing as he looked at Yuan Zuozong. He knew that to fully secure his position, he needed to eliminate any potential threats completely.

Yuan Zuozong nodded, "I sent Xu San to handle it. He hasn't reported back yet—"

"My Lord! General!" A voice interrupted. Xu San arrived, looking weary but resolute.

"Xu San, how did it go?" Orion asked, a smile on his face.

Xu San bowed and reported, "My Lord, the City Lord's Mansion was destroyed during the battle. The leaders of the major factions were crushed in the chaos. I led my men to eliminate any survivors among their families. Nothing remains."

"Excellent work," Orion replied, nodding in satisfaction. "Return to the ranks; we'll be breaking camp soon."

Xu San acknowledged the order and departed, leaving Orion content with how things had been handled.

As Orion walked away, Yuan Zuozong glanced at Xu San and smirked, "Kid, didn't you once mention having kidney deficiency? How does that happen in a camp full of men?"

Xu San froze, his face turning red. Yuan Zuozong was grinning at him.

"You still remember that? It's... a long story," Xu San replied sheepishly. "I was young and foolish... didn't realize what I was getting into."

Yuan Zuozong laughed, "So you were just messing around! I thought you were fencing with someone in the camp! Well, young men should show some restraint!"

Xu San cringed, thinking about how out of place such a thing would be among a camp full of warriors.

Meanwhile, just outside the ruins of Shuofang City, a group of masked figures with a terrifying presence arrived. The leader was a rotund man clad in black, struggling to conceal his bulk beneath the fabric.

Anyone who had seen Prince Zhou before would recognize him immediately. Despite his attempt at disguise, his unique body shape made him unmistakable.

"Looks like I'm too late," the Third Prince muttered, surveying the destruction of Shuofang City. He had hoped to teach Orion a lesson, leading his elite black-clad guards into action personally. But now, all he found was devastation.

"Lord... Lord... flesh!" One of the black-clad guards hissed, his voice dripping with hunger. "There's flesh and blood everywhere! Gulu... I want it! We want to drink blood and eat meat!"

The guards' eyes turned blood-red as they stared at the remains scattered across the city. Their bodies emanated dark, ominous energy as a wave of cold malice filled the air.

The Third Prince turned to his men, who were barely restraining their monstrous urges. "Hahaha! Orion did leave something valuable behind. Go ahead—feed."

With a snarl, the men in black pounced on the corpses, tearing into them with savage glee. As they devoured the flesh, their auras grew stronger, the power of the fallen soldiers infusing their own.

The gruesome feast turned Shuofang City into a scene of unimaginable horror.

Watching his men grow in strength, the Third Prince nodded in approval. "This demon-devouring skill is indeed potent! If it didn't have such severe side effects, I might even practice it myself."

He shook his head, recalling the power he had gained from an ancient demon ancestor's inheritance. It was a secret he had kept hidden for decades—one that made him much more than the prince he appeared to be.

While his men feasted, the Third Prince settled on the ground, his hands weaving complex spells. Dark, chilling energy began to rise from his body, forming a black cloud that soon spread over the city.

As his scarlet eyes opened, filled with evil intent, the Third Prince murmured, "Let's see how you handle this, Orion..."