Fierce Battle

Xuan Mie launched the first attack, spreading his arms and unleashing a nauseating, foul stench that transformed into thousands of black tentacles that lunged at Wu Zhiqi.

The tentacles were emanating Black Qi, and a sinister smile appeared on Xuan Mie's face.

"Let's see what you're capable of."

A fierce glint flashed in Wu Zhiqi's eyes, Water Law manifested, transforming into a hundred-foot-long giant wave to meet the filthy tentacles.

The giant waves collided with the tentacles, making a hissing sound, while the water was continuously corroded.

"You mere early-stage Quasi-Saint dare to be so arrogant before me?"

Xuan Mie sneered, and the foul aura grew even stronger.

Wu Zhiqi grinned, revealing a set of fangs. "Is that so? Then let me show you!"

Before he finished speaking, his aura surged again, Law of Battle empowered him.

At this moment, his eyes were bloodshot, and his fighting spirit soared to the heavens.

As the long staff was swung, countless phantom images of weapons, condensed with fighting spirit, appeared in the waves, fiercely clashing with the filthy tentacles.

Although his cultivation level was a minor realm lower, with the support of the Law of Battle, Wu Zhiqi's overall combat strength was in no way inferior to Xuan Mie's.

Each time the long staff struck, it carried the power to destroy mountains and rivers, forcing Xuan Mie to divert his attention to defense.

"The Law of Battle? You can actually wield two Great Dao simultaneously!"

Xuan Mie exclaimed in surprise.

Wu Zhiqi did not answer, and his attack became even more ferocious.

The two laws merged perfectly within him, complementing each other and subtly suppressing the corrupt path of Xuan Mie.

On the other side, Lu Ya and Bai Ze made the first move.

Lu Ya spread his hands, and the True Sun Fire burst forth from his body, carrying the power to burn the heavens and boil the seas, rushing towards Kunpeng from different directions.

The True Sun Fire caused the temperature of the entire sea area to rise rapidly.

Bai Ze unfurled the Heavenly Demon Banner, its fluttering in the wind, and the ancient Demon Race war song resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

The song contained the indomitable fighting spirit of the Demon Race race, which transformed into golden runes that empowered Lu Ya.

With the support of this battle song, Lu Ya's momentum surged even higher, and the True Sun Fire burned even more fiercely.

Faced with this fierce attack, Kunpeng merely sneered, "A mere trick!"

A gigantic phantom appeared behind him, a colossal Kun that blotted out the sky. The phantom was so enormous that it covered half the sky.

The giant Kun opened its mouth and inhaled, creating a terrifying suction force that devoured most of Lu Ya's True Sun Fire.

"Kid, your 'True Sun Fire' is still a bit too raw!"

Kunpeng said smugly.

Lu Ya's expression remained unchanged, but his hand seals subtly shifted. "Is that so? Then try this!"

The devoured True Sun Fire suddenly erupted within the giant Kun's body, transforming into ten golden crow phantoms. They cried out simultaneously, beginning to scorch the Kunpeng's Dharma form from within.

The True Sun Fire seemed to possess a life of its own, surging and raging within the giant Kun's body, seeking an opening to ignite.

Kunpeng's expression changed, and he hurriedly severed the connection with the Dharma Image, but he was still a step too late.

The damage to his Dharma form backfired on him; he groaned, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, indicating he had suffered a minor injury.

"Excellent technique!" Bai Ze exclaimed, seizing the opportunity to unfurl the Heavenly Demon Banner once more.

Countless Demon Race warriors burst forth from the flag. These were remnants of the heroic spirits of the ancient Demon Race race who died in battle. Although they no longer possessed the power they once had, their fighting spirit remained undiminished, and they were still fierce and valiant.

The battle spirits surged like a tide, rushing towards Kunpeng.

With a roar, Kunpeng transformed into its Great Peng form.

With its wings spread wide enough to cover a thousand miles, a gentle flap of its wings stirred up a hurricane. The Northern Darkness Cold Qi condensed into countless ice blades, which swept through the hurricane and shattered most of the battle spirits.

"Today I'll show you what it means to be the Lord of Northern Darkness!" Kunpeng's eyes revealed a murderous intent.

The Great Peng spread its wings again, and the entire North Sea was shaken.

In the deep sea, all the cold air was stirred up, transforming into a visible blue cold current that shot into the sky.

Wherever the chill passed, even Lu Ya's True Sun Fire was frozen, turning into golden flame ice flowers that floated in the air, eerie and beautiful.

Lu Ya felt the pressure increase greatly. Kunpeng was indeed an ancient powerhouse, with his cultivation reaching the late stage of Quasi-Saint, making him far stronger than himself.

If it weren't for Bai Ze's assistance, he probably would have been defeated long ago.

"Your Highness, this old minister will hold him off; you should find an opportunity!"

Bai Ze transmitted his voice, a hint of determination in it.

He activated the Heavenly Demon Banner with all his might, causing the banner to swell and transform into a sky-covering curtain that enveloped all directions.

Kunpeng scoffed. "A death throes!"

He flapped his wings again, condensing the Northern Darkness Profound Ice, and countless pieces of ice shot towards Bai Ze like a torrential rain.

Bai Ze neither dodged nor avoided, and took out a tortoise-shield-shaped magic weapon.

A silver light shield enveloped him, and runes appeared on its surface.

The ice struck the light shield, producing a dense clanging sound.

With each impact, the light shield dimmed a little more. Bai Ze gritted his teeth and held on desperately, buying time for Lu Ya.

Seeing this, Lu Ya took a deep breath and slowly clasped his hands together.

"Kunpeng, you must die!"

Immediately, he roared, and the power within his body subtly increased once more.

He suddenly contracted all the power in his body and gathered it all into his palm.

Slowly, it formed a tiny golden sphere of light.

The sphere of light was no bigger than a fist, yet it radiated a terrifying energy that sent chills down one's spine.

The space around the sphere of light was distorted, as if it could not withstand its presence.

"Heaven Burning World Destroying!"

Lu Ya and pushed the ball of light toward Kunpeng.

Kunpeng sensed the destructive energy contained within the sphere of light, and his expression finally changed.

"How is this possible? How can you have such power?"

Kunpeng reached out and inhaled towards the Northern Darkness Palace. The enormous Northern Darkness Palace rapidly shrank and appeared in front of Kunpeng, serving as a defensive magic weapon.

The ball of light exploded in front of Kunpeng.

There was no earth-shattering roar, only a light of utmost purity.

The light was so dazzling that everyone watching temporarily lost their sight.

Then, the endless True Sun Fire erupted from the center of the sphere of light, turning the sky gold.

The Kunpeng's screams were drowned out by the sound of the real fire burning.

His Great Peng form was forcibly broken, and he reverted to human form, his aura plummeting, clearly indicating that he had suffered a severe injury.

"Damn brats!" Kunpeng was furious, a glint of madness flashing in his eyes. "Even if I'm severely injured today, I will leave you all here!"

He took out a jet-black bead from his pocket. The surface of the bead was covered with strange runes. Upon closer inspection, those runes turned out to be the faces of twisted and wailing souls.

Without hesitation, Kunpeng spat a mouthful of blood essence onto the bead, which immediately shone brightly, filled with resentment.

"Myriad Souls Devouring Heaven!" Kunpeng sneered.

The bead exploded, and countless vengeful spirits poured out, densely packed, obscuring the sun.

Most of these vengeful spirits are creatures that died in the ancient Witch-Demon Great War and the Demon King. They were secretly collected by Kunpeng and refined using secret methods for tens of thousands of years. They have long lost their own selves and are left with only endless resentment and the instinct to Slaughter.

Wherever the vengeful spirits passed, they emitted mournful howls that pierced the very soul. Demon Race soldiers with lower cultivation levels, upon hearing this sound, immediately clutched their heads and cried out in pain, blood flowing from their seven orifices.

The battle spirits on Bai Ze's Heavenly Demon Banner clashed with the vengeful spirits, but the vengeful spirits were too numerous, advancing wave after wave, and the battle spirits gradually became overwhelmed.

Although Lu Ya's True Sun Fire can suppress vengeful spirits, there are too many of them to eliminate them in a short time.

Among them were remnant souls with quasi-saint cultivation levels.

"Haha! How does my Myriad Souls Devouring Heaven taste?" Kunpeng laughed triumphantly. Although he himself was also weakened by activating this treasure, he was still overjoyed to see Lu Ya injured.

Just then, a furious roar came from Wu Zhiqi's direction, "Demon Ape True Form!"