The Yellow Emperor sidestepped, lowering his sword point slightly, his tone steady. "Rest easy, big brother. Look closely—is that Demon God's appearance still the same as before?"
"The Demon God's True Self!" Fuxi and Shen Nong shouted in unison.
"Precisely." The Yellow Emperor raised a hand and pointed. "Since he has revealed this form, it proves that our previous strike truly pierced his foundation. Otherwise, why would he need to tear away his disguise and reveal this kind of hideous true face?"
Shen Nong nodded. "Third Brother speaks the truth."
Fuxi fell silent for a moment, then slowly breathed in and out, clarity returning to his eyes.
"Hmph." The Pride Devil Master let out a cold smile, his voice like blades. "So you scraped a little skin off me—what of it? You truly think these petty tricks can take my life? That collision just now merely made me furrow my brow. Kill me? A fool's dream!"
With a sweep of his sleeve, he said icily, "Today, none of you will leave this Yuan Zai Kongsheng Heaven alive."
"Nine Nether Mystical Fire!"
Before the words fell, countless ink-black fissures abruptly split open in the void, and blossoms of black flame silently leaped forth.
The flames were black as ink, flickering without end, yet they carried not the slightest heat—only a deathly stillness that froze the soul.
The Devil Master flicked his fingertip, and the black flames descended upon the Three Sovereigns' faces like a flock of feeding crows.
Eight Trigrams divine runes flowed unceasingly around Fuxi. Eight rays of golden light arose from the void and, in an instant, formed the Innate Eight Trigrams Grand Formation. Its rounded barrier of light firmly shielded all three men.
Shen Nong flicked his wrist, scattering Undying Jade Grass. Azure radiance fell like rain, giving