The Demon Lord truly detested Wen Xiangjie.
In fact, as the final boss of the game copy, almost every time the copy opened, his ultimate fate was to be defeated by players.
But no matter which time it was before, even if he was ultimately defeated, he would make the players pay a heavy price during the process. The Demon Lord didn't care about his own failure; what he cared about was tormenting the players' minds, letting them know how powerful he was.
But this time, he unexpectedly encountered such an extraordinary player as Wen Xiangjie.
From the very first night of the copy, he sent out the Undead Swordsman, who was originally supposed to appear on the sixth day, just to show Wen Xiangjie a lesson and make her dare not question his majesty again.
However, he didn't expect the Undead Swordsman to be easily taken down by the arrow towers and magic towers in Wen Xiangjie's farm. On every night thereafter, during the evil creature attack hour that made all players tremble, Wen Xiangjie actually slept soundly in her small wooden house.
This was clearly not taking the evil creature attacks seriously, trampling the majesty of him, the Demon Lord, underfoot!
Due to the limitations of the rules, he could only appear in his true form on the last night.
He had been suppressed for a full 30 days, and on this last night, he would reclaim everything he had lost!
"Attack! Take this farm for me!" The Demon Lord's hoarse voice echoed throughout the entire battlefield.
"Fight for my Lord!!!"
The demons shouted loudly, charging towards Wen Xiangjie's farm.
The Demon Warriors rushed at the forefront, the Demon Mages were hidden among the Demon Warriors, casting spells under their protection, and at the back were the Necromancers, whose priest staffs were already glowing with a eerie green light, ready at any moment to heal the demons whose health was dropping.
Because of his disgust for Wen Xiangjie, the Demon Lord desperately wanted Wen Xiangjie to know how powerful he was.
He flapped the huge bone wings behind him, flying from the very back to the very front, leading the charge and fiercely attacking the farm gate.
The magical plants in Wen Xiangjie's farm also began to work immediately.
Because the number of magical plants in Wen Xiangjie's farm had now reached an astonishing ten million, when these magical plants simultaneously launched magic and spat out physical attack seeds, a sky full of attacks rained down like a downpour, violently striking the Demon Warriors charging at the very front.
The first row of Demon Warriors simply couldn't withstand this explosive damage, falling to the ground in a swathe, like flattened wheat stalks.
Even if the healing from the Necromancers at the back landed on the front-row Demon Warriors in time, this meager healing was just a drop in the bucket; the little bit of health added was instantly emptied by attacks spat out by some unknown magical plant.
For a moment, a vacuum was actually cleared between the farm gate and the demon army, with only the Demon Lord, due to his thick skin and tough hide, surviving the first round of attacks, remaining isolated at the farm gate.
"Damn it!" The Demon Lord gritted his teeth, looking at the magical plants that had been protected by spells cast by the Grand Magisters around Wen Xiangjie.
It was no exaggeration to say that this was the first time he and his demon legion had ever seen such an absurdly large number of magical plants.
In previous final battles of the Magical Farm Game Copy, no matter how many players were left on the last night, the total number of their magical plants combined barely exceeded ten million, because the success rate of planting magical plants was simply too low.
Not to mention the most lethal magical plants grown from magic seeds; not only was the success rate of growing these plants low, but the seeds were extremely expensive, and there was no return for planting failures. Therefore, very few magical plants grown from magic seeds could be seen on the battlefield during the final battle.
But now, around Wen Xiangjie's farm, there was a large area planted entirely with magical plants grown from magic seeds!
It must be said that expensive has its reasons; the damage of these magical plants grown from magic seeds was at least three times higher than other magical plants, and the Demon Warriors hit by their attacks fell to the ground even faster than other Demon Warriors.
Even though Wen Xiangjie was just one person, and when the Strongest Farm Owner Battle ended on the 16th day, all other farm owners' magical plants were completely destroyed, she managed to grow three times more magical plants on her own in just 14 days than what many farm owners combined had produced in the past.
Is this right!
How in the world did this damn farm owner named Wen Xiangjie do it!!!
The Demon Lord looked at the several meters behind him, which were completely devoid of demons, his eyes splitting with rage.
"Break down this gate for me! Rush in, absorb all the energy from the land, and then destroy everything in this farm!!!" The Demon Lord shouted loudly.
Accompanying his voice, strange mists entered the bodies of the Demon Warriors, Demon Mages, and Demon Priests. Their bodies all swelled up, and their combat power and defense also became stronger.
"Charge!!!"
They couldn't let their Lord fight alone!!!
The Demon Warriors, with blood-red eyes and fearless, followed the Demon Lord's footsteps and continued to charge towards the farm gate.
The Demon Lord was looking at this scene with satisfaction when suddenly, a needle-like pain shot through his shoulder, bone wings, and back, followed by a more intense burning pain that rapidly spread from the wounds.
"Hiss—what is this!!!" The Demon Lord gritted his teeth and swallowed his cry of pain.
He pulled out the object stuck in his body with force and, upon looking at it in his hand, found it was just a small arrow.
Such a small arrow, not even as big as his fingernail, could actually cause him so much damage!
The Demon Lord looked up in shock at the elves flying around Wen Xiangjie, seemingly delicate and harmless, yet fiercely raising their small bows and waving their small magic staffs at him.
All evil creatures knew that elves were their natural nemesis, but before this, no farm owner had successfully grown an elf mother tree avatar, so he had naturally never seen what real elves looked like, nor was he aware of their true damage.
Now that he had truly seen them, the Demon Lord sincerely wished he had never gained such knowledge in his life.
It hurt too much! It really hurt too much!
Even with the Demon Lord's firm resolve, he couldn't endure such pain, and the elves' first round of attacks, which were merely probing, caused a significant drop in his long health bar!
After a few more rounds of attacks, the magical plants might not have cleared out the demons due to attack mechanism issues, but he, the Demon Lord, would fall first!