Slaying Demon Soldiers and Demon Generals

A streak of purplish-gold light ripped across the sky above the Black Miasma Mountain Range, moving with lightning speed. The Dark Purple Miasma along its path was instantly purified by the Thunder Force carried by the light, leaving a clear trail. Moments later, the light abruptly stopped above the Demon Abyss. Ren Xiaoyao stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering in the mountain wind. His gaze swept down with piercing intensity—the miasma at the Bottom of the Abyss was several times thicker than before, and the Black Demonic Qi surged and churned like boiling ink, forming grotesque phantoms of Devil Creature. Faintly, a faint golden light could be seen flickering at the edge of the Rift. The light flashed and dimmed, like a candle in the wind, a sign that the remnants of the Emperor Array were barely clinging to life under the Demonic Qi Erosion. What made his heart sink even more was the series of ear-piercing Demonic Roar coming from the Bottom of the Abyss. The howls were filled with violence and greed, mixed with the roars of Demon Soldiers and the bellows of Demon General. The sound waves crashed against the rock walls, causing rubble to fall in a shower. Clearly, the Devil Creature were still frantically attacking the seal, and even more frenzied than before.

"Purple Lightning, prepare for battle!" Ren Xiaoyao shouted, his purple-gold Emperor Power within his dantian instantly reaching its peak. A faint layer of lightning emanated from his body, and the folds of his robes were straightened by the Emperor Power. Purple Lightning understood and let out a dragon roar that shook the heavens. This roar contained the majesty of thunder, causing the demonic energy below to churn slightly. Purple lightning surged around its body, as if it had donned a layer of thunderous armor. Its massive body circled once in the air, bringing with it gusts of wind. Then it folded its wings and, with the force of violent lightning, swooped down towards the Bottom of the Abyss like a meteor. The demonic energy along the way was instantly burned away when it encountered the lightning. Ren Xiaoyao followed closely behind. His Carefree Sword Hum in its sheath, as if yearning for battle. He drew his sword, and a clear, resonant Sword Hum sound pierced through the Demonic Roar. The azure- Golden Sword Light light, wrapped in purple-gold Emperor Power, was like a sharp blade cutting through the darkness, piercing straight into the depths of the Demon Abyss.

Upon entering the Bottom of the Abyss, a thick stench of blood and demonic energy assaulted his senses. The smell, like rotting corpses mixed with sulfur, was unbearably pungent, causing Ren Xiaoyao to furrow his brow. Around the Rift, ten Demon Soldiers sat cross-legged, forming a bizarre array. Their demonic energy flowed like black streams into the remnants of the Emperor Array Emperor Array, Demonic Qi Erosion until the edges turned black. The sea of bones beneath them was already stained Black Blood with Black Blood. Blood flowed from between the bones, forming eerie streaks. Many small bone fragments bore the marks of gnawing teeth, and even undigested remains of cultivators could be seen—a truly gruesome scene. Hearing the commotion, the Demon Soldiers abruptly opened their eyes, a fierce glint flashing in their eerie green pupils. Their mouths twisted into ferocious grins, revealing sharp fangs. They rose to their feet, wielding demonic spears. The rust and Black Blood on the spears mingled, radiating a chilling aura, as they thrust them towards Ren Xiaoyao and Purple Lightning.

"You're courting death!" Ren Xiaoyao sneered, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. With a flick of his wrist, the Carefree Sword drew an arc like mercury spilling onto the ground. "Seven Styles of Flowing Clouds - Clouds Roll and Winds Unfurl," the azure-gold sword shadow instantly spread out, transforming into an impenetrable Sword Net. Every thread of the Sword Net was wrapped in purple-gold Emperor Power, and the clanging of metal against metal was incessant. All ten demonic spears were blocked, and the Black Demonic Qi on the spear tips melted rapidly under the impact of the Emperor Power, like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun. Purple Lightning, meanwhile, cooperated perfectly, its long tail whipping like a steel whip, carrying lightning. With overwhelming force, the dragon's tail lashed out at the two nearest Demon Soldiers. Where it swept across, the air was torn apart with a series of subtle pops. Even before it touched the Demon Soldiers, the violent airflow made their robes flutter wildly. With two muffled impacts, the Demon Soldiers ' dark scales shattered instantly like fragile ceramic, Black Blood splattering out in two eerie arcs through the air. Their bodies flew backward like kites with broken strings, crashing heavily into the sea of bones, sending up a cloud of bone fragments. They twitched a few times before falling silent, their scale fragments still rolling and making crisp sounds within the pile of bones.

Seeing this, the remaining Demon Soldiers' eerie green pupils flashed with instinctive fear. Their bodies trembled slightly, but they were driven by the rampant demonic energy within them, roaring and charging forward fearlessly. Ren Xiaoyao used the Cloud Treading Steps, his figure moving nimbly among the Demon Soldiers like a ghost. His robes fluttered, creating gusts of wind. Every swing of the Carefree Sword was precise and ruthless, the sharp light of purple-gold Emperor Power flowing across the blade—he first lightly touched the ground with his left toe, shifting his body half a foot to the side, easily dodging... He parried an incoming demonic spear, simultaneously twisting his wrist to slice through the demonic soldier's head with ease, the blade slicing through the flesh like tofu. With a "whoosh," the Demon Soldiers's head was severed, Black Blood splattering onto the nearby bones, hissing and corroding as wisps of black smoke instantly rose from their surfaces. Then, with a spinning, whip-like kick, he precisely struck another Demon Soldiers's wrist. With a crisp "crack," the Demon Soldiers's wrist broke, the demonic spear clattering to the ground. Taking advantage of the soldier's momentary throbbing in pain, he thrust the sword tip straight at his heart. With a muffled thud, the Demon Soldiers's body stiffened, and he slowly collapsed. Facing the attack from both sides by two Demon Soldiers, he leaped into the air, his body tracing a graceful arc. His sword moved with him, the azure -Golden Sword Light drawing a circular trajectory. With a "whoosh," the two Demon Soldiers were instantly cut in half at the waist, their upper bodies still lurching forward, their lower bodies already slumped in the sea of bones. Purple Lightning, meanwhile, opened its mouth wide, spewing out bolts of purple lightning as thick as bowls. The lightning was like... As if possessed by life, the lightning relentlessly struck the Demon Soldiers. Wherever the lightning passed, the Demon Soldiers didn't even have time to scream before they were instantly electrocuted into charred charcoal. The air was filled with a thick, pungent smell of burning. The charred remains fell into the sea of bones, still emitting wisps of black smoke, staining the surrounding white bones with black marks. In just a few breaths, all ten Demon Soldiers were annihilated. Even their corpses were reduced to ashes by the continuous burning of the lightning, merging into the sea of bones, leaving only a few wisps of black smoke slowly dissipating at the Bottom of the Abyss.

"Who dares to ruin my plans!" A furious roar erupted from the Rift, its sound like a thunderclap, shaking the entire Bottom of the Abyss. Two dark figures burst forth, enveloped in dense Black Demonic Qi, within which countless vengeful spirits could be faintly seen struggling. These were the two early-stage Heavenly Immortal Demon General had previously been stationed there. They were tall, with bluish-black skin covered in dark purple Demonic Runes, from Demonic Runes flowed black demonic blood. Seeing the remains of Demon Soldiers scattered across the ground, a crimson glint flashed in their eyes, filled with rage and killing intent. The spiked demonic blades in their hands gleamed with a chilling dark light, their blades engraved with eerie demonic runes. With the Demon General ' roar, the Demonic Runes on the blades lit up, and the Black Demonic Qi condensed into two blade beams tens of feet long. These blade beams contained a world-destroying power, stirring up layers of bone waves in the surrounding sea of bones, sending bone fragments flying through the air like a torrential rain.

Ren Xiaoyao's expression hardened. He exchanged a glance with Purple Lightning, their eyes flashing with a tacit understanding, like longtime comrades-in-arms who needed no words. "Purple Lightning, hold off on the left flank, watch out for his Demonic Skill, find an opportunity to bind him, prepare ' Lightning Sword Fusion '!" "Roar!" Purple Lightning responded with a dragon's roar that shook the Bottom of the Abyss, its voice carrying the majesty and decisiveness of thunder. Its massive body suddenly exerted force, its four dragon claws stomping through the void, breaking the sound barrier as if Teleport, rushing towards the Demon General on the Ren Xiaoyao with a thunderous roar. Three-foot-long arcs of lightning crackled around its claws, leaving purple afterimages in the air, as it lashed out at the Demon General's head with a sharp Sky-Rending Strike. Ren Xiaoyao stomped his feet hard on the ground, crushing the bones beneath with a "crack," sending bone fragments flying. He shot into the sky like an arrow, raising his Carefree Sword high above his head. Purple-gold Emperor Power surged into the sword like a tidal wave, causing the flowing cloud and lightning patterns on the blade to light up simultaneously, emitting Dazzling Light and even forming a faint Energy Vortex around the blade. "Seven Styles of Flowing Clouds - Raging Waves Strike the Shore!" he shouted, and a cyan-gold Sword-Ray tens of feet long swept out like a raging sea. Wherever the Sword-Ray passed, the air was compressed, producing a muffled boom. Even the surrounding demonic energy was forced back by the power of the Sword-Ray, colliding fiercely with the demonic blade's light.

With a deafening crash, a violent force spread outwards, dust fell from the Bottom of the Abyss's rocky walls, and large chunks of rock crashed into the sea of bones. Ren Xiaoyao was jolted back several steps, his blood churning slightly, while the Demon General on his right was also badly affected, his arm numb, and his demonic blade nearly slipping from his grasp. A look of shock flashed in his eyes. "You actually withstood my full-force attack? Your cultivation has actually reached the late-stage peak of the Earth Immortal realm!"

"Further words are useless, prepare to die!" Ren Xiaoyao stopped wasting time, his figure blurring as he used the Cloud Treading Steps for ultimate Teleport, leaving a blurry afterimage in place. His true form had already silently appeared behind the Demon General. The Carefree Sword drew a low arc along the ground, its blade imbued with purple-gold Emperor Power, silently stabbing straight at the Demon General's vital point in the back. The Demon General's instincts from years of battle made him instantly sense the deadly chill behind him. He abruptly ducked and turned, simultaneously sweeping out his Demon Blade, imbued with Black Demonic Qi. A violent clang of metal clashing rang out, sparks flying. The shockwave from the collision of Emperor Power and demonic energy spread out like ripples, shaking the surrounding bone fragments. The air was filled with flying debris, like a torrential downpour of bones. The two instantly clashed. Ren Xiaoyao's swordplay was agile and graceful, flowing like clouds around the Demon General. At times, his sword strikes would suddenly change, swift and powerful like thunderbolts. The Demon General's Principle were domineering and ruthless, each strike carrying a world-destroying Demonic Might. The wind from the saber made Ren Xiaoyao's robes flutter wildly. Sword light and saber aura intertwined to form a dazzling yet dangerous net of light. Demonic energy and Emperor Power collided, producing muffled explosions. Each exchange caused the rock walls at the Bottom of the Abyss to tremble violently. Large chunks of rock fell from the top, crashing into the sea of bones and creating waves of bone. Bones tumbled and collided in the waves, cracking and shattering.

On the other side, Purple Lightning and the Demon General on the left were also locked in a fierce battle. Suddenly, the Demon General grinned maliciously, his hands forming a strange hand seal, "Demonic Skill - Blood Blade Storm!" Black Blood surged around him, and his demonic blade spun into a black whirlwind, its blade glowing with a bloodthirsty red light. Countless tiny blood blades shot out from the whirlwind, raining down on Purple Lightning like a storm. Purple Lightning roared angrily, his body crackling with lightning to form a circular shield. The blood blades struck the shield with a series of clanging sounds, but they couldn't break through. Taking advantage of a gap in the Demon General's attacks, Purple Lightning opened his mouth wide and spat out a stream of... A ten-foot-long Lightning Chains, winding and coiling in the air like a living thing, instantly bound the Demon General's limbs. The Demon General roared, channeling his demonic energy; black mist surged around him, constantly impacting the Lightning Chains. The lightning on the chains flickered slightly, Demonic Qi Erosion, but never broke. Seeing this, the Demon General suddenly lowered his head and spat out a glob of dark green venom. The venom transformed into a poisoned arrow in the air, shooting towards Purple Lightning's eyes. Purple Lightning reacted swiftly, tilting his head; the venom grazed its dragon horns, landing in its sea of bones, instantly corroding large pieces of bone into Black Liquid.

Ren Xiaoyao gradually gained the upper hand in the battle, his swordplay becoming increasingly agile, as elusive as a gazelle leaping through the air. Seeing this, the Demon General on the right flashed a ruthless and anxious glint in his eyes, abruptly plunging his demonic blade into the ground. "Demonic Skill — Demonic Flame Soaring to the Heavens!" he roared, his hands rapidly forming hand seals. Instantly, cracks appeared in the ground, from which Black Demonic Flame erupted, like the gates of hell opening, forming a sea of fire tens of feet wide. Within this sea of fire were twisted Demonic Runes Demonic Runes, writhing like living creatures, radiating... The overwhelming power of the flames was so intense that even the air itself seemed to distort and warp from the heat. Ren Xiaoyao, using his Cloud Treading Steps, moved with ghostly agility through the inferno. Wherever his toes touched the flames, the demonic fire was deflected by his Emperor Power, yet a few Mars still managed to land on his robes, leaving scorched marks and sending shivers of pain through him. He endured the discomfort, his gaze fixed intently on the Demon General. He keenly observed that the Demon General needed to expend a great deal of demonic energy to maintain the flames; veins bulged on his forehead, and his breathing became erratic, with a brief period of stagnation after each use. Ren Xiaoyao... A thought flashed through Ren Xiaoyao's mind. He deliberately feigned an opening, slightly lowering his left shoulder to reveal an opening under his ribs, and his steps became somewhat unsteady. The Demon General fell for it, a glint of wild joy flashing in his eyes. He grinned maliciously and slashed at Ren Xiaoyao's left shoulder with a piercing whistling sound, as if he would cleave him in two at any moment. But just as the blade was about to strike, Ren Xiaoyao moved with the agility of a willow catkin, dodging the demon's blade with perfect precision. At the same time, he flicked his wrist, and the Carefree Sword shot out like a venomous snake poised to strike, its tip pointing directly at the Demon General. The Demon General's wrist. "Ah!" The Demon General screamed as the sword tip pierced his wrist with pinpoint accuracy. Black Blood gushed out, splattering onto the nearby bones with a sizzling sound. The demonic blade clattered into the sea of bones, sending up a cloud of bone fragments. Ren Xiaoyao pressed his advantage, his sword momentum surging. The purple-gold Emperor Power Emperor Power around him gathered at the tip of the sword. "Seven Styles of Flowing Clouds - Flowing Cloud Breaks the Moon," the sword tip condensed with rich purple-gold imperial power, transforming into a dazzling point of light, like Meteor Chasing the Moon, piercing straight for the Demon General's brow, giving him no chance to breathe.

"Don't even think about it!" A hint of despair flashed in the Demon General's eyes. He suddenly ignited his demonic energy, and the black mist around him surged, attempting a final desperate gamble. But Ren Xiaoyao's sword momentum was unstoppable. With a "poof," the sword tip pierced through the Demon General's brow, and the purple-gold Emperor Power instantly surged into his body, completely shattering his Demonic Core. The Demon General's body slowly collapsed, turning into a wisp of black smoke and dissipating into the air.

Having dealt with the Demon General on the right, Ren Xiaoyao had no time to catch his breath, not even bothering to wipe the black Black Blood splattered on his face, and immediately turned to aid Purple Lightning. At this moment, the Demon General on the left was in a frenzy. Knowing there was no way out today, he frantically burned his Demonic Core, his demonic energy surging several times over. His skin cracked open from the backlash of the demonic energy, black demonic blood flowing from the wounds. A strange, eerie green light emanated from his demonic blade, and the demonic runes on the blade flickered wildly as if they had come alive. "Demonic Skill — Demonic Blade Shattering Souls!" he roared, unleashing a slash. Within the blade's light were countless twisted, shrill Soul Shadows —the vengeful spirits of the cultivators he had harmed. These Soul Shadows emitted sharp, piercing screams, the sound waves impacting Purple Lightning's consciousness as if they were tangible. Hai Purple Lightning's head throbbed with pain, his massive body trembling uncontrollably. His dragon eyes were filled with agony, and his movements were noticeably sluggish. The demonic blade seized the opportunity to slash several deep gashes into his dragon scales, and purple dragon blood dripped slowly from the gaps in the scales, sizzling and corroding in the sea of bones. Small pits were burned into the white bones by the dragon blood, wisps of black smoke rising from them. "Purple Lightning, summon lightning! Guard your mind!" Ren Xiaoyao shouted, his voice carrying the soothing power of Emperor Power. His figure swooped down like a meteor, the purple-gold Emperor Power within him resonating strongly with Purple Lightning's Thunder Force. A faint lightning glow emanated from his body, even staining his robes with a layer of purple. Hearing Ren Xiaoyao's voice, Purple Lightning forcibly calmed his mind. The god, raising his head, unleashed a deafening dragon roar that pierced the Demonic Roar, shaking the Bottom of the Abyss like thunder. The remaining Thunder Force within the Secret Realm was instantly activated, countless bolts of purple lightning converging from the void, coiling like giant purple dragons above the Bottom of the Abyss, emitting roars. Ren Xiaoyao seized this critical moment, channeling all his Emperor Power and the Thunder Force in the air into the Carefree Sword. The sword erupted with a dazzling purple-gold light, illuminating the entire Bottom of the Abyss. "Lightning Sword Fusion — Thunder Breaking the Demon!" he roared, unleashing a Purple-Gold Lightning Sword Light Soaring tens of feet long, containing the combined might of Emperor Power and Sword-Ray, its force sweeping across the sky. The energy was ionized into purple, emitting a crackling sound of electricity, instantly piercing through the demonic blade's edge and heading straight for the Demon General general's heart. Sensing the deadly danger, Demon General demon general's pupils constricted, and terror filled his face. He tried to dodge, but the Purple Lightning tightly bound his legs with its thick dragon tail, rendering him immobile. With a muffled clang, the Free and Unfettered Carefree Sword precisely pierced the Demon General's chest, and the purple-gold Emperor Power instantly erupted within him, shattering his Demon General Demonic Core like a bomb. The Demon General let out a roar filled with resentment and bitterness, his body rapidly disintegrating under the dual onslaught of Emperor Power and lightning. Black demonic energy intertwined with purple lightning, ultimately dissipating into a wisp of black smoke in the air at the Bottom of the Abyss.

Having dealt with two Demon General, Ren Xiaoyao slowly straightened up, leaning on his Carefree Sword, breathing heavily, his chest heaving. The battle had nearly exhausted most of his Emperor Power; his meridians ached, and his arms were slightly numb from gripping the sword hilt for so long. He looked down at his robes, which were covered in scorch marks and Black Blood stains, with several cuts from the demonic blade revealing skin scorched by demonic flames. Purple Lightning also flew over, his massive body trembling slightly, the dragons on his body... Several of its scales were curled up, and purple dragon blood was still slowly seeping out. It gently nuzzled Ren Xiaoyao's cheek with its head, its eyes full of concern. Ren Xiaoyao reached out and stroked Purple Lightning's head, whispering, "You've worked hard, Purple Lightning." Then he looked up at Rift Rift — the Black Demonic Qi within was still surging out wildly, and the light of the remnants of the Emperor Array was growing weaker and weaker, flickering like a candle in the wind. Clearly, the Late Heavenly Immortal Demon General behind the Rift was still watching it covetously; the battle just now had probably alerted it.

"Purple Lightning, help me reinforce the seal!" Ren Xiaoyao shouted, his voice tinged with weariness, yet still resolute. He took a deep breath, suppressing the discomfort within his body, and sat cross-legged on a flat piece of white bone before the Rift, his hands rapidly forming the Emperor Array seals. The moment the seals were completed, a faint golden light emanated from his body, and the remaining purple-gold Emperor Power in his dantian began to circulate slowly. Purple Lightning understood and immediately flew to Ren Xiaoyao's side, its massive body swirling into a circle, protecting Ren Xiaoyao in the center. It raised its head and let out a soft groan, its purple lightning gathering around it, gradually condensing into a Purple Light Pillar light as thick as a bucket. The pillar contained pure Thunder Force, crackling with electricity, and slowly poured into Ren Xiaoyao's body. Ren Xiaoyao felt a surge of immense power enter him, his spirits lifted, and he immediately fused this Thunder Force with his own Emperor Power, transforming it into an even more dazzling purple-gold stream of light, which he carefully injected into the remnants of the Emperor Array.

The pale golden remnants of the Emperor Array, infused with purplish-gold light, instantly erupted with dazzling brilliance. The light, interspersed with purple lightning, resembled a colossal dragon, its body coiling and forming a thick wall of light, several meters high, firmly sealing the Rift. The Emperor Mark and lightning patterns on the light wall flowed like living things; the Emperor Mark emanated an ancient and sacred aura, while the lightning patterns carried a violent power. The two complemented each other, radiating an awe-inspiring majesty that forced the surrounding Black Demonic Qi back several meters. The demonic energy churned before the light wall like a tidal wave encountering a barrier. From within the Rift came the furious roar of Demon General, a roar as deafening as a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down, causing the rock walls at the Bottom of the Abyss to tremble violently. Large chunks of rock continuously fell from the top, crashing into the sea of bones and creating waves of bone. The Black Demonic Qi surged wildly against the light wall like a tsunami, condensing within it into a... A gigantic demonic claw, each claw over ten feet in size, its tips gleaming with a chilling dark light, lunged at the wall of light with a devastating force. But it was neutralized by the lightning and Emperor Power emanating from the wall—the lightning struck the claws like sharp swords, hissing as the claws instantly dissipated into black smoke; the Emperor Power, like a solid barrier, held the demonic energy firmly within the Rift, preventing it from advancing an inch. Ren Xiaoyao sat before the wall of light, clearly sensing the Demon General's rage and resentment. The oppressive aura of a Late Heavenly Immortal weighed heavily on his heart, making it difficult to breathe. After a long while, the Demon General's roar gradually subsided, and the demonic energy within the Rift thinned. Clearly, the Demon General had temporarily abandoned its attack. But Ren Xiaoyao knew this was merely the calm before the storm. The threat lurking behind the Rift, like a sword hanging overhead, could fall at any moment; an even greater storm was yet to come.

Ren Xiaoyao slowly opened his eyes, his weariness even more pronounced. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, the beads still tinged with a faint mist of blood—traces left from forcibly circulating his Emperor Power. A weary yet relieved smile appeared on his face as he looked at the now stable Emperor Array light wall, a slight sigh of relief in his heart. "The seal has been temporarily stabilized, but this is only a temporary measure; the power of the remnants of the Emperor Array is ultimately limited." He turned to look at Purple Lightning beside him. Purple Lightning was lying on the ground, resting with its eyes closed, its wounds slowly healing, and the lightning around it weakening. Ren Xiaoyao walked over, sat down beside Purple Lightning, and gently stroked its scales. "We must find the remaining Emperor Formation Fragment as soon as possible to completely repair the Boundary Sealing Gate and eliminate future troubles. Otherwise, if Late Heavenly Immortal Demon General breaks through the Rift, the consequences will be unimaginable." Purple Lightning seemed to understand his words, letting out a gentle dragon roar and nuzzling his arm with its head, its eyes full of dependence and determination.

Ren Xiaoyao stood up, brushing the dust and bone fragments off his clothes. The bone fragments slid off his robes and drifted in the air. His gaze fell upon the distant Black Miasma Mountain Range, his mind filled with countless thoughts. At this moment, the miasma at the Bottom of the Abyss gradually dissipated, and through the thin miasma, he could see a pale dawn breaking on the distant horizon. The soft light dispelled some of the darkness; a new day was about to begin, but he didn't know if this light would last. He gripped the Carefree Sword tightly in his hand. The bloodstains and grime on the sword gradually disappeared under the circulation of Emperor Power, restoring its former azure-gold luster. A faint trace of Thunder Force lingered on the blade, causing it to tremble slightly. He knew that this battle to protect the two realms had only just begun, and countless hardships and obstacles awaited him in the future—finding the scattered Emperor Formation Fragment was like searching for a needle in a haystack, the Demon Realm forces were growing stronger and more menacing, and breaking through to the Heavenly Immortal realm would require even more... It would require immense fortuitous opportunity and effort... but he was no longer afraid, his eyes shining with unwavering determination. He had the reliable companion Purple Lightning, the power of the Primordial Emperor Formation fragment, and the steadfast resolve to protect the peace of both realms. "Demon Realm, no matter how many schemes and tricks you have, I, Ren Xiaoyao, will crush them all!" he silently vowed, his voice soft yet carrying an undeniable resolve. He then mounted Purple Lightning's back; though some of Purple Lightning's scales were damaged, they remained warm and sturdy. "Purple Lightning, let's go, let's find the next Emperor Formation Fragment!" Purple Lightning let out a powerful dragon roar, flapped its wings, and flew away with Ren Xiaoyao towards the edge of the Black Miasma Mountain Range, leaving the Demon Abyss receding into the distance. A new journey had just begun; the road ahead might be fraught with thorns, but his steps would never falter.