At the Brink of Despair, the First Sect Leader Appeared
If this happened before going into seclusion.
Given Stone Saint's compassionate heart, he would choose to let the Battle Bear Devil General leave, giving him a way out.
But after this time, after clearing customs...
He will never repeat the mistakes he made in the past.
Then.
Under the horrified gaze of the Battle Bear Devil General, the Stone Saint's hands shimmered with a strange light. At this moment, those hands were indestructible, no matter how frantically the Battle Bear Devil General released his demonic energy to erode them.
It was also completely intact.
Click.
Stone Saint tore off the head of the Battle Bear Devil General, and demonic blood gushed out.
The Battle Bear Devil General's life force was rapidly fading.
However, demons at this level possess extremely tenacious vitality.
Then.
Stone Saint continued to tear off his wings.
Just toss it around casually.
Final.
He reached out and pressed his hand against the Battle Bear Devil General's chest, shattering the Battle Bear Devil General's internal organs.
It erased the other party's soul.
Not long after.
Everything has settled down.
The Battle Bear Devil General was also beyond dead.
Seeing this scene...
Luo Changhe couldn't help but gasp.
Although he was young at the time, he knew his uncle's character; his uncle was compassionate and could not bear to kill any living being.
But now this cruel scene...
This was a clean and efficient method.
It made Luo Changhe feel somewhat unreal.
They're like completely different people.
The murderous intent in Stone Saint's eyes gradually disappeared, returning to a clear state. He stood quietly and asked, "Where is the Holy Lord heading to subdue the demons?"
Luo Changhe quickly replied, "Spirit Province!"
"Good!"
Stone Saint said calmly, "Changhe, I'll leave this place to you."
"Don't worry, Uncle-Master."
Spirit Province.
As the suppressive power of that Demon God aura weakened...
The Rakshasa King's power has been rekindled.
"Your time to die has come..."
The Rakshasa King spoke, looking down at the assembled Saint.
The Saint felt a chill run down their spines; the Rakshasa King's power was far beyond their expectations.
Now.
On their side, both were gruesomely wounded, while the Rakshasa King grew stronger with each battle.
This is still because of the presence of the Hua Luo.
Every time the Rakshasa King was about to strike, he was stopped by Hua Luo's full-force hammer blow.
Otherwise.
Among all the Saint, some have already perished.
But now, Hua Luo is also exhausted.
"Devil God Transformation!"
Chen Ning murmured something, and then his blood began to boil. His True Dragon Body was operating at its limit, and for a moment, the world around him spun and reversed.
At this time.
We have no choice but to fight with all our might!
"This is..."
The Rakshasa King was also somewhat surprised to see this.
The scent felt somewhat familiar.
It was the Demon God aura that had suppressed him for a moment.
But.
This time, however, it wasn't just the aura.
Strands of demonic energy flowed around Chen Ning's body, Chen Ning eyes were completely black.
Amidst the dazzling magical light...
A gigantic hand, wrapped in countless spells, appeared.
This is precisely the Demon God's hand summoned by the Devil God Transformation.
This enormous hand is a thousand feet long.
Incomparably majestic.
One of its hands is the same size as the complete Rakshasa King.
It gives people a suffocating sense of oppression.
Chen Ning can only barely unleash a fraction of the power of the Devil God Transformation at this moment.
It only summons a single hand.
He had already exhausted all his strength.
This is why he possesses the True Dragon Body.
Otherwise.
His original physical body was insufficient to support him in completing this process.
The Rakshasa King stared at the terrifying giant hand.
His throat bobbed, and he couldn't help but swallow.
Unlike the aura of Demon God, this giant hand possesses a tangible Divine Ability with immense strength.
"Let's work together to create opportunities!"
The Heavenly Lake Holy Lord was astute and knew that Chen Ning's Divine Ability might be the key to defeating the Rakshasa King.
He immediately shouted loudly.
The White Bone Saint, the Saint Wangyou, the Butcher, the Demon Ape, and the Hua Luo all attacked simultaneously.
They all unleashed their most powerful techniques to suppress the Rakshasa King.
"Bone Prison!"
"True Self God-Binding Technique!"
"The Slaughter God Saber Technique, Through-Hall Wind!"
"Roar!"
"Big Hammer Eighty!"
In an instant.
A dazzling array of Saint Power surged through this space.
A terrifying wave of energy emanated from the area.
At this moment, the Rakshasa King's gaze darkened, his demonic energy soared into the sky, and his protective demonic aura spun rapidly to resist those attacks.
The Demon God's palm descended with unstoppable force.
The Rakshasa King raised the Demon God's hands with both of his.
A look of strain appeared on his face.
"Ahhh!!"
The Rakshasa King roared.
The next moment.
The Demon God's hand gradually became illusory.
"Hahahaha... Heaven hasn't forsaken me!"
A massive amount of demonic energy poured into his arms, and Rakshasa King supported the Demon God's palm. With a powerful thrust, the Demon God's palm shattered.
The surrounding demonic energy immediately surged outwards.
The figures of all the Saint were sent flying backward.
Chen Ning was also exhausted, but he still struggled to keep himself from collapsing.
"Human, you almost succeeded. If you had reached the Saint Realm, I fear I would truly have died at your hands..."
The Rakshasa King laughed heartily at this moment:
"What a pity... your Divine Ability abilities are still not up to par, so you have no chance of reaching the Saint Realm..."
"That's what the Rakshasa King said."
He stretched out a giant finger and crushed down, intending to kill Chen Ning.
"No!"
The Heavenly Lake Holy Lord flew over, pushed Chen Ning aside, and blocked the finger strike himself.
His kind face was now covered in blood. He turned to Chen Ning and said, "Little guy... you are the hope of the Nine Provinces Realm... you must live..."
"Go... go to the Great Snow Mountain... find the White Dragon King, he will protect you..."
The Heavenly Lake Holy Lord's physical body was crushed by that demonic finger.
Life is gradually slipping away.
Chen Ning's face was frighteningly gloomy as he stared intently at the Rakshasa King.
An endless hatred rose up.
"Everyone, buy some time for Sect Leader Chen!"
The Saint Wangyou's weathered eyes were also bloodshot. He then spoke to Hua Luo, "Nüwa, take him away."
Hua Luo nodded.
They rushed towards Chen Ning's figure.
She picked up Chen Ning and tried to escape.
"Want to leave? It's not that easy."
The Rakshasa King roared, and his demonic energy pressed down with overwhelming force.
Just then...
Suddenly, the Jade Slip in Chen Ning's spatial bag lit up with a light.
A yawn echoed in the void.
The overwhelming demonic energy that descended from above vanished into nothingness.
Who is it?
The Rakshasa King's eyes flickered with surprise and doubt.
"Of course, it's the heroes. Heroes are always the last to appear."
The voice was incredibly familiar.
He deserves a beating.
Chen Ning saw a phantom appear in the void.
His eyes suddenly lit up.
The First-Generation Sect Master!
The First-Generation Sect Master has appeared!
"Hero? What hero? Just a lingering remnant of a spirit. I could probably make you vanish with a breath from you, could I? And you dare to play the role of a god?"
The Rakshasa King exhaled a breath of air as an attack.
A massive storm of demonic energy swept in.
The phantom of the First-Generation Sect Master was swept into the storm.
A moment later.
The storm has subsided.
The illusory image of the First-Generation Sect Master was still perfectly fine, still solidifying in the void. He covered his mouth and nose and said, "Let me tell you, put cultivation aside for now, you really need to get rid of that bad breath..."