"As long as you submit to my Holy Race and help conquer this realm, you will be rewarded for your accomplishnts when I report to the Demon Lord and grant you the ’Great Conversion Technique of Holy Demon.’
"Achieving the demonic body of Divinity Transformation and ascending to the ancient demon world is not a difficult task."
"Why resist stubbornly, only to be completely annihilated?"
Yun Weifeng’s face remained calm, like a still pond. Upon hearing these words, he rely sneered, his voice clear and resolute, leaving no room for doubt: "Our paths are different; we cannot work together."
"Yun has cultivated for nearly a millennium, pursuing carefree immortality and proving the Great Dao of the Human Race. How would I willingly degrade myself to beco such a half-human half-demon monstrosity?"
"Enough talk, let’s see the real skills in combat!"
"Stubborn to the end."
The last trace of indifference in the young ancient demon’s eyes turned into cold murderous intent, "Then... you shall all beco the resources for my Holy Race’s arrival!"
Since words had failed, only a deadly battle remained!
"Kill!"
Almost simultaneously, the top forces from both sides collided violently.
The deafening sound of explosions instantly beca the sole lody of the world.
The brilliance of magical treasures, the eerie darkness of demonic qi, the brilliance of divine techniques... more than twenty beings standing at the pinnacle of this realm engaged in a fierce battle above the sky.
Each clash caused the earth to shake, the void to tremble. The residual energy waves that fell could easily level hills and evaporate rivers.
Yun Weifeng let out a long roar, and a magical treasure resembling a jade ruler appeared, emitting ten thousand feet of clear light, directly confronting the most terrifyingly powerful young ancient demon.
Where the two clashed, space twisted and blurred, and no one else dared to approach even a fraction of an inch.
Such might made everyone engaged in the fierce battle feel a sense of fear.
Xu Ping naturally was also targeted by a late-stage Nascent Soul ancient demon.
This demon stood over ten feet tall, its body covered in crimson scales with curved horns on its head.
It wielded a giant axe engulfed in black flas, lunging maliciously, its blade shrieking with soul-splitting cries.
"Slash!"
Xu Ping’s gaze remained calm. With a re thought, seventy-three magic swords he had long prepared surfaced in midair, forming a stern sword array with the Canghua Divine Wood Sword at its core.
Countless sword qis crisscrossed, transforming into a domain of death, enveloping the crimson-scaled ancient demon within.
The sword array’s power was vast, with unparalleled destructive force, suppressing the ancient demon’s fierce attack instantly.
A trace of evident wariness flashed through the crimson-scaled ancient demon’s eyes.
Though it was fierce, it was not foolish.
Information about this human cultivator had long circulated among the higher ancient demons.
Especially his bizarre techniques that targeted the Divine Sense and were impossible to guard against. For these ancient demons with strong physical bodies but relatively weaker Divine Senses, it was undoubtedly a sword hanging over their heads.
Despite its fierce assault, it held back so strength, always on guard for the potential deadly strike.
Xu Ping sat steadily at the center of the sword array, using his Divine Sense like a net to precisely control each sword qi, pressing it down. Yet, he did not imdiately use the ’Soul-Breaking Needle’ hidden deep in his Sea of Consciousness.
He was waiting for the perfect opportunity, striving for a fatal strike or at least severely damaging its Divine Soul to secure a victory.
Looking across the entire late-stage battlefield, with the Human Race having a nurical advantage and all major cultivators employing their secret techniques, the battle seed to be turning in their favor.
Sword lights crisscrossed, thunder skills roared, Buddhist lights illuminated, demonic techniques were elusive... powerful thods erged endlessly.
And on the Foundation Establishnt and Golden Core battlefield below, though the fight was brutal, the Human Race’s major forces managed to withstand the assault of tens of thousands of demon troops by spending their reserves.
A massive spectral ghost, refined by a demonic sect for hundreds of years and reaching the late-stage Nascent Soul level, rampaged through the demon army, leaving swathes of low-level ancient demons falling and their souls scattering.
On another front, a white bone giant towering thirty feet, entirely crafted from unknown white jade bones, swung a colossal cudgel like a mountain, clearing massive areas with each swing and annihilating nurous ancient demons!
The situation seed to be steadily progressing in the Human Race’s favor.
However, just at this seemingly smooth juncture, an unexpected change arose.
The ancient demon fighting against an elderly man with white hair and a youthful face, who wielded a purple-gold bell magical treasure, began to show signs of defeat.
Yet, at this mont, a strange, chilling smile appeared on the edge of its ugly mouthparts.
In the next mont.
It completely ignored the elder’s incoming bell waves, as the demonic qi around it imploded inward with incredible speed!
"Hmm?"
The elder sensed a warning but did not understand the reason.
Boom!!!
An explosion far exceeding a normal self-destruction erupted violently.
The body of the late-stage Nascent Soul ancient demon erupted like an ignited powder keg.
A destructive energy shockwave swept outward frantically like a tsunami, accompanied by innurable foul-slling, filthy flesh fragnts and pure destructive Demon Essence.
"Not good!"
The elder’s face changed drastically, although he couldn’t comprehend why the demon suddenly self-destructed. Yet, its power was unquestionably formidable.
He frantically channeled mana, instantly expanding the purple-gold bell, with runes flashing wildly on its walls, protecting him securely from behind.
The vast bell waves fiercely collided with the explosion’s energy, making a deafening roar.
However, in the chaotic core, where energy ran rampant and Divine Sense struggled to probe.
A shadowy figure, barely perceptible, moved at a speed beyond imagination, bypassing the bell’s defense and suddenly closing in on the elder’s true body.
Not until that shadow almost reached his face did the elder, relying on his great cultivator instincts, sense the deadly threat, his pupils contracting into needlepoints.
But, it was too late!
Buzz!
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