Apocalypse: My Tattoos are Ten Yama Kings

Upon seeing Wa Huang fashioning a clay figurine of Human King Di Xin, the Demon Lord’s heart was a tumult of emotions.

Embarrassment, bitterness, unwillingness....

The myriad feelings within the Demon Lord’s heart could only be described by one phrase.

Burdens of the past are too painful to remember.

In truth, no matter how unwilling the Demon Lord felt inside, he had no way to defeat Di Xin and prove himself.

Back then, although Di Xin managed to defeat the Four Great Primordial Spirits, he was himself gravely wounded.

Knowing that Human King Di Xin was severely injured, the Buddha employed schemes, sowing discord and inciting internal chaos among the Human Race.

Traitors of the Human Race allied with other races, betraying the Human King.

The guardian deity who protected the countless races of heaven and earth, Human King Di Xin, did not die at the hands of the Four Great Primordial Spirits.

But rather, he died at the hands of the Humans whom he protected with all his might.

Somehow, even though Human King Di Xin died, the Demon Lord felt a tinge of regret.

Perhaps he regretted losing the chance to defeat Human King Di Xin and prove himself.

Yet, the Demon Lord wondered, even if Human King Di Xin hadn’t died, could I have truly defeated him?

Remembering when Wa Huang fashioned such a lifelike clay figurine of Human King Di Xin and he broke into a cold sweat, the Demon Lord felt a surge of shame.

"Wa Huang, what are you doing making this clay figure? What are you planning?" the Demon Lord asked Wa Huang with a cold expression.

Seeing the Demon Lord like this, Wa Huang had already seen through his heart.

Wa Huang sneered scornfully: "You’re afraid, aren’t you?"

"Demon Lord, your courage is smaller than that of a mouse. Are you scared by just a clay figurine?"

"How is it, did I mold it well?"

"Does it remind you of the time when you were chased with Human King’s sword, from heaven and earth to the void?"

The Demon Lord was clumsy with words, and in a war of tongues, he was no match for Wa Huang.

Being ridiculed repeatedly by Wa Huang, the Demon Lord’s face changed colors.

But this clumsy-tongued person could occasionally spit out sharp retorts.

"Mold it well, what’s the use of a well-molded figure?"

"Back then, you couldn’t even give him away for free."

"In Human King’s heart, you were nothing more than a weak fox spirit!" the Demon Lord retorted.

From the Demon Lord’s words, it was discernible that there was an affair between Wa Huang and the Human King!

It seemed that Wa Huang wanted to throw herself at the Human King and he refused.

"You’re spewing nonsense!" Wa Huang exclaimed, her face flushed, clenching her teeth: "I merely admired the Human King."

"Whether or not you admired him, you know it well!"

"Everyone witnessed it; do you think we’re blind?" The Demon Lord’s words made Wa Huang’s face flush with anger, leaving her powerless to argue.

Lies don’t harm, truth is a sharp blade.

The Demon Lord spoke truths that Wa Huang couldn’t refute.

Since she couldn’t argue, she could only turn hostile!

"Demon Lord, I won’t waste time arguing with you!"

"Didn’t you just ask me why I molded Human King Di Xin?"

"I’ll tell you now, I molded Human King Di Xin to beat you up!"

"I mixed a drop of blood belonging to Human King Di Xin obtained during the battle back then into the clay."

"This clay-molded Human King Di Xin can possess seventy percent of his strength for half an hour!"

"Seventy percent of Human King Di Xin’s strength; Demon Lord, you can’t possibly lose, can you?" Wa Huang taunted coldly.

Seventy percent strength of Human King Di Xin.

Can it be beaten?

This truly was an unknown for the Demon Lord.

Remember, back then Human King Di Xin fought off four and won.

Of course, the reason Human King Di Xin was able to win against them was that the battlefield was between heaven and earth..

The Human King received a boost from the power of heaven and earth.

Now, although this clay-molded Human King Di Xin possesses seventy percent of his strength, he lacks the blessing of heaven and earth.

Moreover, the Human King Armor and Human King Sword that Human King Di Xin possessed, this clay-molded Human King Di Xin does not own.

Still, throughout so many years, even though the Demon Lord’s power did not catapult forward, it had improved slightly.

In this balance, against a clay figure with seventy percent strength of Human King Di Xin, the Demon Lord might still stand a chance.

Just as the Demon Lord was feeling relieved, he turned to see Wa Huang eyeing him intently.

The momentary relief was replaced by renewed tension.

Remember, the Demon Lord was not up against only a clay figure of Human King Di Xin, but also a Wa Huang who wished him dead.

Two against one, the Demon Lord feared he would suffer greatly.

Moreover, the Demon Lord also realized that Wa Huang’s previous words were not jokes.

If Buddha returned, and brought Peacock Great Ming King back.

Then, Wa Huang might injure the Demon Lord, making an example, letting the Demon Lord and Buddha know that Wa Huang wasn’t a pushover.

But if Buddha didn’t return.

Perhaps Wa Huang would truly first use the clay figure of Human King Di Xin to kill him, then settle scores with Buddha.

The Demon Lord found that the way things had developed had truly trapped him.

"Wa Huang, don’t get too arrogant!"

"Buddha could return soon, if you go too far, we won’t spare you!" the Demon Lord could only invoke Buddha, attempting to intimidate Wa Huang with their combined forces.

However, Wa Huang wasn’t swayed by this.

Having been bullied to this point, how could she be cautious?

"You better pray for Buddha to return my people, otherwise, I’ll make sure you disappear without a trace!" As Wa Huang’s words fell, she performed magic formulas, and the clay figure grew in the wind, moving towards the Demon Lord to attack.

The clay Human King Di Xin wielded a mud sword, slicing through the void, reaching the Demon Lord swiftly.

The surging sword energy filled the void, rushing like turbulent waves, cleaving directly at the Demon Lord’s face.

"This mad woman!" The Demon Lord cursed, but could only panic in defense.

The God-slaying Spear barely blocked the strike, and with a loud "boom," the Demon Lord took the blow head-on, his entire being sent flying.

Wa Huang also understood well the principle of taking advantage of someone’s weakness.

The Demon Lord’s form was thrown, yet to stabilize his figure, Wa Huang wielded the Black Banner, and two Primordial Fierce Beasts, Ba Snake and Kun Peng, lunged towards the Demon Lord from left and right.

Infront, the clay Human King Di Xin; at both wings, Primordial Fierce Beasts summoned by Wa Huang, the Demon Lord was bathed in cold sweat.

Wa Huang was attacking with full force!

Undoubtedly, she was determined to take his life.

"Mad woman, you’re really doing it!" The Demon Lord roared angrily.

"If Buddha returns before you die, you gain a lifeline."

"If Buddha doesn’t come, once you’re dead, don’t blame me; you can only blame yourself for picking an unreliable ally." Wa Huang retorted coldly.

Now, the Demon Lord’s life or death depended wholly on Buddha.

The Demon Lord calculated that Buddha should return by now.

Yet even now, there was no sign of Buddha.

Logically speaking, Buddha should indeed return.

However, Buddha too was caught in a scheme, being ensnared within turbulent currents of time and space.