A Heavenly Demon relic was suspended above his fingertip. Within it, demonic qi surged unceasingly like ten thousand bolts of thunder, while auspicious light churned like tides, endless and unbroken, condensing into countless streaks of purple sword qi that swept across the heavens and cleansed the cosmos.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The sword qi tore the sky, its momentum terrifying, like thunder exploding beyond the ninth heavens, vast and boundless; its piercing cold light was bone-chillingly sharp, making one's hairs stand on end and one's whole body turn cold; baleful qi seeped from the marrow and filled the four directions, the bearing of a sovereign among demons revealed in full.
"Hah!"
With a shout, demonic sound rolled forth, shaking the eight wildernesses. Myriad phenomena emerged in its wake: some savage, some bizarre, some compassionate, some wildly jubilant—all were phantoms formed by Heavenly Demons, stirring chaos in troubled times and bewitching all living beings.
A wisp of purple qi suddenly rose, like a true dragon raising its head. It coiled around his body, faint dragon roars echoing from within, an extraordinary sight to behold.
The skeletal staff flew over at the sound. The Demon Lord grasped it, and the aura around his body abruptly changed...
His might suddenly surged, towering as it pierced directly into the clouds, as though an ancient sage had descended. His pressure was like a sea, sweeping across the heavens.
He swung his staff and struck fiercely—Crash!
A pitch-black rift was suddenly torn open. Demonic qi spilled out like ink, and Heavenly Demons roamed through it, cackling eerily, grim and terrifying.
Fire-burning clouds came pouring down with a roar, falling in rustling waves. They resembled fresh leaves in early spring, yet also cotton fluff drifting in the wind—light and weightless, yet deadly.
The It-Transformed Freedom Heavenly Demon Lord