Contest with a Demon General

However, Yan Zhao was completely unaware of this. He thought he had completely annihilated those Demon God cultists, but he didn't know that among the seemingly annihilated crowd, there was a deeply hidden existence. This existence was like a viper hidden in the darkness, waiting for the opportune moment to deliver a fatal blow to Yan Zhao.

This hidden existence was actually an informant sent by the Demon God. He had been secretly observing Yan Zhao's every move, transmitting all of Yan Zhao's information to the Demon God. At the moment of his death, he did not hesitate to use an extremely secret forbidden technique, which could transmit Yan Zhao's aura to the Demon God, allowing the Demon God to locate him precisely.

The Demon God, from a distant location, sensed Yan Zhao's aura. When he learned that Yan Zhao had not only not been killed but had also reinforced the seal, his anger erupted like a volcano. He could not tolerate Yan Zhao's actions and decided to send his most powerful subordinate, a Demon General, to deal with Yan Zhao, determined to make Yan Zhao pay the price.

On this day, Yan Zhao was immersed in secluded cultivation in a Spiritual Land, his state of mind as calm as a tranquil lake, without a ripple. However, just as he was wholeheartedly absorbing the Spiritual Energy of the Spiritual Land, a sudden, powerful, and evil aura surged towards him like a monstrous wave.

This aura came with fierce momentum, as if an demon rising from the abyss of hell, carrying endless malice and destructive power. Yan Zhao was startled, and he immediately realized that this was no ordinary enemy. Without hesitation, he interrupted his seclusion and darted out like lightning.

As he rushed out of the Spiritual Land, the sight before him made him gasp—a Demon General, completely enveloped in black Demonic Energy, appeared before him as if the Demon God himself had descended. The Demon General was surrounded by a suffocating dark aura, his eyes gleaming with crimson light, revealing a killing intent towards Yan Zhao.

A cold sneer curled the Demon General's lips, and his voice was chilling and cruel, "Yan Zhao, today is your death day!" The voice was like it came from the deepest hell, making one's blood run cold.

Facing such a formidable enemy, Yan Zhao showed no fear. He quickly drew the sword at his waist, its blade shimmering with a cold light, as if responding to his master's courage. Yan Zhao gripped the hilt tightly, and a powerful Sword Intent erupted from him, colliding fiercely with the Demon General's Demonic Energy in the air.

In an instant, sword light and Demonic Energy intertwined, like two ferocious dragons battling in the sky. Every impact triggered violent energy fluctuations, and the surrounding Spiritual Land trembled under the terrifying power, as if it would collapse at any moment.

Yan Zhao knew that the Demon General before him possessed unfathomable strength, and a single mistake could cost him his life. But he showed no intention of retreating, for he knew that if he were defeated, not only would he be unable to protect himself, but the entire Cultivation world might once again be plunged into darkness and endless crisis.

Thus, Yan Zhao gritted his teeth and channeled all his Spiritual Energy into the sword in his hand. His swordsmanship became increasingly fierce, attacking the Demon General like a storm. The Demon General was not to be outdone; his Demonic Energy surged like a black vortex, clashing with Yan Zhao's sword light in a thrilling life-and-death struggle.

The battle entered a white-hot phase. The long sword in Yan Zhao's hand thrust out continuously like a torrential downpour, its momentum sharp and its every strike imbued with boundless power. However, the Demon General's Demonic Energy was like a phantom, unpredictable and elusive. It always managed to skillfully evade Yan Zhao's attacks just as they were about to land, and then quickly counterattacked.

Several gruesome wounds gradually appeared on Yan Zhao's body, blood flowing from them and staining his clothes. But he did not retreat, still gritting his teeth and fighting the Demon General with all his might.

Just as the Demon General spotted an opening in Yan Zhao's defense, he unhesitatingly gathered all his Demonic Energy, forming a massive demonic shadow that crashed down upon Yan Zhao like Mount Tai pressing down on an egg.

Facing this thunderous blow, a flash of inspiration suddenly struck Yan Zhao. He made a decisive choice to feign defeat and retreat rapidly. Seeing this, the Demon General thought Yan Zhao was out of tricks and pursued relentlessly, intending to defeat him in one fell swoop.

However, just as the Demon General stepped into the range of the trap Yan Zhao had set, the corners of Yan Zhao's mouth curved upwards in a subtle smile.

Yan Zhao quickly set up a Sword Array he had painstakingly researched for a long time. This Sword Array was Yan Zhao's masterpiece, containing countless profound changes and killing intent.

The Demon General, caught off guard, charged straight into the Sword Array. Instantly, Sword Qi from the Sword Array swept in like a hurricane and torrential rain, crisscrossing and trapping the Demon General tightly within.

The Demon General discovered in horror that his body was bound by the Sword Qi, making it difficult to move. He struggled desperately, but every movement only caused him more damage.

Seeing this, Yan Zhao naturally would not let such a golden opportunity slip by. He took a deep breath, circulated all his Spiritual Energy, and raised the sword in his hand high.

With a roar from Yan Zhao, the sword instantly transformed into a dazzling beam of light, like a meteor streaking across the sky, piercing directly towards the Demon General's vital point.

Seeing Yan Zhao's Sword Qi attacking like a storm, the Demon General inwardly cried out, "Not good!" He quickly channeled all his Demonic Energy to resist this terrifying strike. However, Yan Zhao's Sword Qi was too sharp. Even though the Demon General had given his all, he still could not fully resist. With a "swish," the Sword Qi flashed like lightning across the Demon General's chest, and blood splattered everywhere.

The Demon General cried out in pain, and the Demonic Energy in his chest instantly became chaotic from the blow. Seeing this, Yan Zhao's heart rejoiced. He shouted, and continuously formed hand seals, instantly increasing the power of the Sword Array.

The Demon General struggled desperately within the Sword Array. His body was constantly being cut by the Sword Qi, each wound deep enough to expose bone, and blood flowed out like a fountain. But he was, after all, a Demon General with immense power. Even in such a desperate situation, he was unwilling to give up easily.

However, the power of Yan Zhao's Sword Array was truly terrifying, and the Demon General's resistance gradually became futile. Finally, with a shrill scream, the Demon General's physical body was completely shredded by the Sword Array, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

The moment the Demon General's physical body was destroyed, a black remnant soul shot out from the blood mist, clearly intending to escape. Yan Zhao was prepared; he formed a hand seal, and a Spirit Talisman shot out like a meteor, accurately striking the remnant soul.

The Spirit Talisman instantly exploded, emitting a powerful sealing force that tightly enveloped the remnant soul. The remnant soul struggled within the Spirit Talisman's seal but could not escape.

Yan Zhao looked at the sealed remnant soul and breathed a sigh of relief. The thrilling battle was finally over, but his body was utterly exhausted.

However, Yan Zhao knew very well that this battle was just the beginning. The Demon God would absolutely not give up, and the crisis facing the Cultivation world was far from over.