Published: January 2, 2025
"You are..."
The Ancestor of the Abyss Demon Tribe was shocked, but his gaze remained indifferent and silent. His eyes sparkled with demonic light, ignoring the other party. In this world, everything—be it ants or planets—was no different.
His eyes glowed with demonic light, cold and detached. He raised his hand and struck forward.
He was enveloped in demonic light, incredibly solid. With a clang, the weapon in the stone statue's skeletal hand collided with him without any damage, sparks flying everywhere. The stone statue, ancient and unadorned, emitted a chilling aura. Without any pause, after the demonic light struck him, he became extraordinarily agile, spinning and rising into the air, suddenly appearing above the Ancestor of the Abyss Demon Tribe, before rapidly diving down, aiming the sword’s edge at the Ancestor's head.
Boom!
Three black lotus flowers abruptly appeared above the Ancestor of the Abyss Demon Tribe, exuding a chilling demonic aura, releasing three strands of energy that evolved into three rules of demonic light, roaring upward into the sky.
This was the path of the Abyss Demon; he casually evolved it, extravagantly unleashing it. The light of slaughter pierced through the universe, dark and dazzling.
The terrifying demonic light rules, transformed from the path of the Abyss Demon, were unmatched. One strand of demonic light struck the ancient sword in the stone statue’s skeletal hand, while the other two strands of demonic light pierced towards the stone statue’s body.
Even the powerful stone statue could not avoid it all. This was the aura of the Demon Path, nurtured by the Ancestor of the Abyss Demon Tribe. Even just a single avatar was astonishing.
Puff!
One strand of demonic light pierced through the stone statue’s shoulder, turning it to dust, while another lotus demonic light directly struck the stone statue’s body. With a bang, the entire stone statue exploded, shattering into pieces.
"What!"
In the arena, some people trembled and exclaimed.
Qin Chen clenched his fists, his body shaking.
It was hard to find a helper, yet they were killed like this? However, in the next moment, Qin Chen's eyes brightened. After the stone statue shattered, the terrifying cold power contained within did not dissipate but quickly fused into another Venerable's corpse at the bottom of the Burial Sword Abyss. The Venerable's eyes opened with a hum, destiny light surging, as if connecting heaven and earth, awakening once more, fixating on the Ancestor of the Abyss Demon Tribe.
"Hm? What the hell?"
The Ancestor of the Abyss Demon Tribe remained indifferent, coldly shouting. He stepped forward, surrounded by energy bodies, various phenomena appearing, emanating a powerful aura that caused the void to rumble and tremble.
In a single step, he arrived and punched out, launching a beam of light that soared into the sky, transforming into a demonic light that obscured the stars.
The Venerables present were all horrified. A casual punch created a terrifying phenomenon like swallowing the world, causing them to be moved, their expressions frozen. If it were them, under this punch, they would surely be crushed to pieces, helpless to resist.
Yet, the stone statue's corpse, exuding a cold aura, remained unmoved.
Hiss, hiss, hiss! The stone statue's corpse swung its sword. Although the movements appeared slow, it dazzled the eyes, resonating and vibrating the soul. Thousands of black sword energies rose before and behind him, each piercing the universe, enormous like pillars holding up the sky, exceedingly terrifying, shimmering with a cold metallic luster.
His sword intent was quite similar to that of the Sword Ancestor but even more domineering and more demonic.
Clang, clang, clang!
As the pitch-black sword light in his hand slashed forward, thousands of massive black swords standing close to him moved in unison, slashing forward as well, tearing apart the void, resulting in a grand collapse.
Boom!
The overwhelming demonic light could not obscure the void; it was sliced open. The symbols of order erupted fiercely, the rules' patterns continuously blooming, dazzling to the extreme.