Published: December 26, 2024
"Alright, I've said enough. It's time to end this. After waiting for billions of years, the day of harvest has finally arrived."
The old sage from the Demon Tribe walked in the void, step by step towards the World Demon Tree, his body surging with endless demonic light. Around him, infinite demonic rules swirled; this was the power of a Saint Realm, containing supreme strength with every gesture.
As for Ao Lie and the others below, they were completely ignored by him. The demon corpse had closed, trapping everyone within this life and death demon palace. No one could leave. Once he obtained the World Demon Tree, killing Ao Lie and the others would be as easy as a snap of the fingers.
"Do you think you can really succeed?"
Yan Luo Holy Master's roar resounded. Boom! The World Demon Tree surged with endless black light, and countless tentacles shot up, wildly attacking the old sage from the Demon Tribe.
Buzz.
However, in the old man's hand surged a terrifying law, instantly suppressing the endless black aura. This was the law of the Demon Tribe, evolving with an aura that suppressed all ages. Boom! Under this aura, Ao Lie and the others were forced back, their bodies almost cracking, showing expressions of pain.
Too strong.
This old sage was nearing the end of his life, yet his power was terrifyingly strong, bursting with endless deadly intent. The demonic power evolved countless demonic shadows in the sky, frantically obstructing the black tentacles.
"Die for me!"
The Demon Tribe Holy Master roared, his remaining soul surged, and countless black tentacles continuously attacked. But the old sage from the Demon Tribe was unafraid. With every move, he repelled these tentacles, keeping them at bay.
Of course, these tentacles were formed by the World Demon Tree. While the old sage from the Demon Tribe was unafraid, he dared not get too close. Now that his great success was at hand, why risk his life?
All he needed was to slowly erode the opponent's power.
Boom! The battle between the two sides erupted with earth-shattering roars.
Everything in front of them became invisible, only the vast demonic power swirling, a terrifying force intimidating all ages, sweeping across heaven and earth, turning the place into a purgatory.
"Qin Chen."
Ao Qingling shouted anxiously.
Under such attacks, how could Qin Chen resist?
But they were helpless too, for the battle before them was too terrifying. The boundless demonic might swept across, and they could barely resist by relying on Ao Lie's activation of the Noah's Ark. Any closer, and they would fall, leaving no bones behind.
"Hahaha, Yan Luo Holy Master, do you still want to resist?
It's useless. You've been hit by the Nightmare Ghost Curse, your remnant soul can't consolidate, you can only cling to the World Demon Tree, waiting to die. Why fight so desperately?"
The old sage from the Demon Tribe sneered, surrounded by demonic light, with demonic patterns swirling around him, transforming into runes and flashing, his demeanor relaxed, not anxious at all.
Because he knew very clearly that as long as Yan Luo Holy Master's remnant soul couldn't consolidate, he wouldn't be in danger. As long as he slowly consumed the opponent's power, the World Demon Tree would eventually fall into his hands.
"Hmph, you pretend to be relaxed, thinking you've already won?
I, the Holy Master, can sense that you have little life left. Each time you use your power, you're a step closer to death."
Yan Luo Holy Master roared angrily, his remnant soul fluctuating, desperately urging the World Demon Tree.
The old sage from the Demon Tribe's face darkened. In fact, as Yan Luo Holy Master said, he had little life left, unable to sustain a strong battle.
"Hmph, so what?
Killing you is enough."
The old sage's gaze was cold.
"Hahaha, really?
Then come at me."
Yan Luo Holy Master spoke, his tone filled with endless resentment. The terrifying aura of the Holy Master spread, causing Ao Lie and the others' hearts to tremble, almost breaking down.