Healing Wounds, Slaying the Devil Ancestor
The Gale Wind high above Kunlun, like blades forged from refined steel, howled across the sea of clouds, slicing the surging clouds to pieces, even distorting and disrupting the light, as if the heavens and earth themselves trembled in the gale. Ren Xiaoyao's azure-gold robes fluttered in the wind, the edges Gale Wind with several fine tears, revealing skin beneath that shimmered with a golden-blue luster—a luster that flickered with the flow of Spiritual Qi, the residual Daoist essence of the Dual Emperor Formations protecting his body and resisting the erosion of the Gale Wind. His brows were furrowed, fine beads of sweat seeped from his forehead, dripping down his chin, Gale Wind before they even touched the sea of clouds. A series of... The tearing pain was like a leech clinging to his bone; every flow of Spiritual Qi was accompanied by excruciating agony. When he broke through the Brahma Secret Realm, he used the Essence Blood of the Primordial Chaos Origin as a guide to forcibly activate the fusion of the Dual Emperor Fusion. When that Essence Blood left his body, it was like hot oil poured onto snow, instantly igniting the hidden power of the two emperors within him. Although it cleaved open a crack in the ancient formation dozens of feet wide, it also caused spiderweb-like cracks to appear in many places in his meridians, and his Spiritual Qi was depleted by more than 70%. The Primordial Chaos vortex in his dantian was like a candle flickering in the wind; every rotation was accompanied by violent tremors. The Immortal Sect he had just touched was like a precarious building; a slight misstep would cause him to fall into the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm, and he might even damage his origin, causing his cultivation to regress by more than ten years.
"I must find a place to heal as soon as possible." The thought had barely formed in Ren Xiaoyao's mind when his figure transformed into a condensed Golden-Azure Streamer, piercing through the Heavenly Gang and speeding towards the border Three Realms. He knew that the Great Brahma King must have spies within the Immortal Realm. That old thief, confident in his profound cultivation, had suffered a great loss this time and would surely mobilize all his forces to lay a net of justice to search for him. The Demon Realm was even more treacherous and unpredictable; Devil Cultivator cultivators were bloodthirsty by nature, taking pleasure in devouring the souls of living beings. Once they detected his Spiritual Charm of Primordial Chaos Aura, they would surely attack him en masse. Only the gray area where the Immortal and Demon Realms met, with its Chaos Current currents, could both block Divine Sense and conceal one's presence—a temporary safe haven. The streak of light streaked across the sky, leaving a faint golden-blue trail, like a shooting star piercing the night, before disappearing into the depths of the sea of clouds in an instant.
Three days later, the Profound Abyss Rift was already in sight.
This natural barrier, spanning the Three Realms, resembles a colossal black chasm stretching for millions of miles, connecting the ethereal clouds of the Immortal Realm on one side and the dark crimson mist of the Immortal Realm Demon Realm on the other. From afar, it appears as a black scar tearing through the heavens and earth, exuding a chilling stillness. Within the Rift, Chaos Current surges like wild horses, charging and roaring wildly. At times, it coalesces into ferocious beast shapes, baring its fangs and claws as it lunges at the void, corrosive saliva dripping from its tusks; at other times, it transforms into sharp blades of energy, slicing space into countless holes, revealing glimpses of the Primordial Chaos Origin energy churning beneath—that... It was the purest energy left over from the Beginning of Heaven and Earth, but due to the disturbance of Chaos Current, it became extremely violent, and touching it meant certain death. The Spiritual Qi of the immortal and demonic realms clashed fiercely here. The pure spiritual energy of the Immortal Realm transformed into a white Flood Dragon, its scales shimmering with holy light, and its whiskers flowing like silver threads; the turbid demonic energy of the Demon Realm condensed into a black python, its body coiled with a foul-smelling black mist, its tongue flicking out poisonous miasma. The two tore and intertwined with each other, the roars of the dragon and the hisses of the python shaking the universe. Each clash burst forth with spiritual light and black mist, eventually weaving into a chaotic gray light curtain that enveloped the entire Rift.
Beneath the luminous curtain lay the ruins of Ancient Battlefield, with mountains of bones piled up into rolling hills. Some bones, as thick as peaks, were clearly the remains of High Antiquity behemoths or top cultivators, bearing the marks of swords and spears. Rusty divine weapons were embedded in the scorched earth, their blades cracked yet still emanating a faint aura of blood and decay. Occasionally, a faint spiritual light would flicker, the lingering echoes of Law Treasure, telling tales of the brutal Immortal-Demon Great Battle. Here, there were no strict rules of the Immortal Realm, nor the rigid hierarchy of the Demon Realm; only the Principle of the jungle, where the strong prey on the weak, and strength was the only passport. And it was precisely for this reason that it became an ideal place for hiding and healing.
Ren Xiaoyao's gaze swept across the depths of the Rift, his Divine Sense spreading out like a spiderweb, carefully examining every possible foothold. Soon, he locked onto a Immortal Falling Cave shrouded in a pale golden light. That light was Nine-Revolutions Spirit Gathering Restriction set up by High Antiquity cultivators, its Chaos Current and profound patterns resembling the movement of the Star River. Although it had endured ten thousand years of wind and frost, and its power was reduced to less than a tenth, it still effectively isolated the chaotic air currents and prying eyes of the outside world. The faint fluctuations of immortal energy emanating from within the cave stirred something within him—these fluctuations contained a trace of pure healing Daoist energy. Like spring rain nourishing all things, it was clear that the cultivator who had practiced here in the past was skilled in the art of restoring one's origin. With a flash, he landed outside the Immortal Falling Cave like a ghost. His fingertips stirred with golden-blue Spiritual Qi, probing into the weak point of the restriction like a fine needle, gently prying along the trajectory of the array. With a soft "hum," the High Antiquity restriction shattered like Glazed Ice, revealing a narrow opening just wide enough for one person to pass through. Faint traces of Ancient Runes lingered at the opening, cool to the touch, as if one could feel the remaining will of the High Antiquity cultivator.
Entering the Immortal Falling Cave, a refreshing breeze swept over me, instantly dispelling the fatigue and heat, as if I were soaking in a millennia-old icy spring. Even the stinging pain in my meridians lessened. The cave floor was covered with thick, mysterious ice, its surface crystal clear and smooth as a mirror. The remnants of Ancient Spirit Veins, frozen beneath the ice, were faintly visible. Wisps of Spiritual Qi seeped from these Spirit Vein, radiating a weak yet pure energy that nourished the entire cave. The cave walls were covered with ancient runes, now blurred but still retaining a faint Daoist charm. Some runes glowed with a clear, white light, while others were shrouded in murky black energy. Clearly, a world-shaking Immortal-Demon Great Battle and demons had taken place here, and this Immortal Falling Cave might be the burial place of a fallen immortal. The remaining spiritual and demonic energy intertwined, creating a unique healing environment.
Without further hesitation, Ren Xiaoyao sat cross-legged on the Xuanbing ice and took out three healing herbs he had brought from the Brahma Secret Realm: the Thousand-Year Purple Heart Orchid, the Nine-Revolutions Soul-Returning Grass, and the Jade Marrow Lingzhi. These three herbs were all supreme healing treasures. The Thousand-Year Purple Heart Orchid had deep purple petals with a bright red dot in the center, like a dancing flame, capable of quickly repairing damaged meridians; the Nine-Revolutions Soul-Returning Grass had twisted leaves like dragons, with clearly visible veins, containing a powerful life force capable of reviving the dead, nourishing one's essence; the Jade Marrow Lingzhi was pure white, radiating a warm glow, like fine mutton-fat jade, capable of stabilizing cultivation and suppressing the risk of demonic possession. He had obtained these three herbs by chance in the Ice-Fire Yin-Yang Pool of an Ancient Secret Realm realm during his travels in the Immortal Realm, and had endured countless hardships to preserve them; now they were finally coming in handy.
Golden and azure Spiritual Qi flowed from his fingertips, and three spiritual herbs slowly floated in the air. The dewdrops on their leaves were crystal clear, reflecting a faint spiritual light. As Ren Xiaoyao focused his mind, the spiritual herbs gradually transformed into three streams of pure primordial essence, which intertwined like silk threads, forming a warm, pale purple Spiritual Qi current. Like a nimble little snake, it slowly flowed into his Acupoint Baihui.
Where the warm current passed, the stinging pain in the meridians instantly lessened by more than half. Like parched land receiving rain after a long drought, the Damaged Meridians walls began to heal rapidly. The spiderweb-like cracks closed and disappeared at a visible speed, replaced by an even more resilient meridian barrier. The Primordial Chaos vortex in the dantian seemed to be nourished, its tremors gradually subsiding, and it began to rotate slowly and steadily, its speed increasing and its density becoming more and more solid, like a millstone turning, continuously purifying the Spiritual Qi absorbed into the body. The golden and azure Dao Patterns, like awakened serpents, traveled along the meridians, clearing away the previously blocked Spiritual Qi channels one by one, making the flow of Spiritual Qi increasingly smooth. The "destruction and reconstruction" characteristic inherent in the fusion of the Dual Emperor Formations was now fully displayed. With each flow of Spiritual Qi energy, the damaged origin was refined to become even purer, and the Primordial Chaos Aura, like aged wine, became increasingly mellow and condensed. The energy vortex in the dantian also changed from its original illusory state to become increasingly solid, showing a faint tendency to materialize.
Ren Xiaoyao was immersed in cultivation, seemingly oblivious to the Time Stream outside. He continuously absorbed the Spiritual Qi within the Immortal Falling Cave, merging it with the essence of spiritual herbs to nourish his meridians and origin. The Ancient Runes on the cave walls seemed drawn by the Spiritual Qi energy, beginning to flicker and emit a faint golden light, which shone brightly alongside the golden-blue light surrounding him, creating a Strange Scenes —as the runes flowed, they subtly resonated with the Daoist principles of the Dual Emperor Formations. Strands of pure High Antiquity merged into his cultivation, deepening his understanding of the Dual Emperor Fusion. The previously obscure and difficult-to-understand mysteries of the formation were now as clear as the sun breaking through the clouds, as if an Ancient Great Power were guiding him.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
On this day, a magnificent golden-blue light suddenly erupted from within the Immortal Falling Cave, like two blazing suns rising simultaneously, instantly illuminating the entire cave. Even the remnants of the Spirit Vein beneath the ice were clearly visible. The runes on the cave walls flickered even more intensely, like countless stars, seemingly cheering with joy. Ren Xiaoyao's aura surged dramatically, sweeping through the cave like a torrent, causing the rubble inside to tumble and swirl. The Primordial Chaos vortex in his dantian had become incredibly solid, like a refined pearl, its golden-blue Dao Patterns intertwined tightly, forming a core of a vortex about the thickness of a thumb, radiating a majestic power that seemed to have opened up the Primordial Chaos. He slowly opened his eyes, a flash of golden-blue light appearing and disappearing in them like two shooting stars streaking across the night sky, deep and bright, with a trace of the Primordial Chaos Origin radiance still lingering in the depths of his eyes. The hidden injuries in his meridians had healed ninety percent, and his Spiritual Qi had not only returned to its peak state but was even more condensed and substantial than before the battle. The Daoist aura of the Dual Emperor Fusion was completely stabilized, and he was only one step away from the Golden Immortal Realm. He only needed an opportunity to break through.
"Just one last step away." Ren Xiaoyao smiled and was about to get up and leave the Immortal Falling Cave to find an opportunity to break through to the Golden Immortal realm when a Heavenly Demon power, like dark clouds pressing down, suddenly enveloped the entire Immortal Falling Cave, causing him to stiffen and his newly healed meridians to feel a faint stinging pain again.
This demonic energy was cold and domineering, carrying a terrifying aura that could devour everything and destroy all things. It was as cold and piercing as Ten-Thousand-Year Profound Ice, as if it could freeze even the soul. His meridians, which had just healed, began to ache again, as if countless fine needles were piercing them, causing his blood and qi to surge and almost causing him to lose his breath. The Chaos Current outside the cave seemed to be stunned by this Demonic Might, instantly becoming dead silent, even the sound of the wind disappeared. Then, a muffled rumble came, like a boulder crushing the earth. The entire Immortal Falling Cave trembled slightly, and rubble fell from the cave walls, hitting the black ice with a crisp sound and scattering ice shards.
"A mere cultivator from the Immortal Realm dares to heal on my territory? You have quite the audacity." A hoarse, deep voice pierced through the barrier, like a demonic whisper, causing the ice within the cave to shatter into countless ice shards. The voice seemed to emanate from the Nine Nether Hell, carrying endless chill and killing intent, sending shivers down one's spine. Each word struck like a heavy hammer, making one's soul tremble. Before the voice had even finished, a pitch-black Demonic Palm suddenly slammed down from outside the cave. The palm print was covered with hideous Demonic Runes, each one writhing and roaring, as if containing the resentment of countless wronged souls. Demonic Runes palm wind howled, containing the terrifying power to shatter mountains and split seas, to destroy the heavens and the earth, and struck directly at the High Antiquity barrier of the Immortal Falling Cave.
"Snap--!"
With a crisp crack, the High Antiquity restriction that had held for ten thousand years crumbled like paper, instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks, before shattering into countless Golden Light Spots that dissipated into the air. Amidst the flying debris, a majestic figure appeared at the entrance of the Immortal Falling Cave, standing like a mountain. The Demonic Might emanating from his body caused the entire Immortal Falling Cave ice at the bottom of the cave began to melt, turning into droplets of water that flowed down the ice surface, forming small patches of water on the ground, only to be instantly frozen back into ice by the demonic energy.
The newcomer wore a dark, Demonic Robe embroidered with countless ferocious Demonic Runes. Each Demonic Runes seemed alive, writhing and howling on the robe, emanating a thick, bloody aura— Demonic Runes formed from the blood of millions of living beings, containing boundless resentment. Each writhing movement seemed to echo the wails of countless creatures, sending chills down one's spine. He wore a white bone crown, constructed from countless tiny skulls, each with an eerie green flame burning in its eye socket, radiating a chilling aura. These were the lingering resentments of the dead, capable of corroding one's soul and plunging one into endless terror. Fear gripped him. The man's face was withered and ghostly, his skin clinging to his bones, devoid of color, like a dried-up corpse. His cheeks were sunken, revealing sharp cheekbones, and his eyes were bottomless Black Hole, devoid of any spirit, yet capable of instilling a deep-seated terror, as if being stared at by those eyes would devour one's very soul. Surrounding him were three thick, inky black mists, within which countless wronged souls could be vaguely seen wailing in agony, stretching out their withered arms to break free of their restraints, but struggling in vain within the black mist. The resentment and malevolence emanating from them were enough to cause an ordinary cultivator to mentally collapse and instantly suffer a qi deviation.
"The Netherworld Demon Ancestor!" Ren Xiaoyao's eyes narrowed, and his heart sank. He had seen records of this Demon Realm figure in the ancient Immortal Realm book, <The Myriad Demons Record of the Demon Realm>—the Demon Realm Devil Ancestor, ranked third in the Demon Realm, whose cultivation had already reached the Late-stage Golden Immortal, only one step away from the Golden Immortal Peak. He ruled the Nether Prison Demonic Palace, commanded a million Demon Soldiers, and occupied three million miles of territory in the northern part of the Demon Realm. He was cruel and bloodthirsty, turning cities into scorched earth and turning living beings into wronged souls wherever he went. He was Terrifying Existence that both the immortal and demon realms feared. It was rumored that he had used the souls of a million immortal soldiers to refine the Netherworld Demonic Snake. The souls of those immortal soldiers howled in the Refining Furnace for three whole years before turning into nourishment for the demon serpent. His methods were extremely ruthless, and no one dared to provoke him. Even Mid-stage Golden Immortal cultivators in the Immortal Realm were unwilling to easily become his enemies.
The Netherworld Demon Ancestor's Black Hole, abyssal eyes swept over Ren Xiaoyao, a glint of greed and fervor flashing within them, like a hungry wolf spotting its prey. A ferocious grin spread across his lips, revealing two rows of sharp, knife-like fangs. "Primordial Chaos Origin... I never expected to encounter such pure Primordial Chaos Origin here! Truly, heaven is on my side!" He had come to the Profound Abyss Rift to investigate the movements of the Immortal Realm, preparing to unite with other Devil Ancestor to launch Immortal-Demon Great Battle. However, he unexpectedly sensed this extremely pure Primordial Chaos Aura, like a beacon in the darkness, following its trail. He never expected to encounter "prey" like Ren Xiaoyao. Primordial Chaos Origin was the purest power at the Beginning of Heaven and Earth. If he could devour and refine it, he could not only break through to the Golden Immortal Peak, but even have a chance to challenge the Grand Unity Golden Immortal Realm. Naturally, he would not let such fortuitous opportunity slip by.
"Cultivator of the Immortal Realm, hand over the Primordial Chaos Origin within your body, and I, your ancestor, may spare your corpse and allow your soul to rest in peace." The Netherworld Demon Ancestor grinned, his fangs gleaming with a chilling luster. Black saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth, falling to the ground and instantly corroding a small, dark pit. Black smoke billowed from the pit, emitting a pungent stench that made people want to vomit. The surrounding Xuanbing ice sizzled as it corroded the saliva.
Ren Xiaoyao slowly stood up, his golden-blue Spiritual Qi erupting instantly, forming a light barrier several feet thick, completely protecting him. Golden-blue Dao Patterns flowed across the light barrier like endless water, emanating a faint pressure that resisted the Demonic Might of the Netherworld Demon Ancestor. He could clearly feel the terrifying pressure emanating from the Netherworld Demon Ancestor, far surpassing that of the previous Great Brahma King. The Late-stage Golden Immortal cultivation was like a towering mountain, making him feel immense pressure, as if even breathing had become difficult, and a huge boulder was pressing on his chest. But at the same time, a strong fighting spirit was burning fiercely in his heart—after the Dual Emperor Fusion, he needed a tough battle to test his strength, and the Netherworld Demon Ancestor before him was the perfect touchstone. If he could kill a Late-stage Golden Immortal Devil Ancestor, he could not only intimidate the Demon Realm, but also use the opportunity of the battle to break through to the Golden Immortal Realm, achieving two goals at once.
"If you want my Primordial Chaos Origin, then we'll see if you have the ability." Ren Xiaoyao sneered, his voice carrying a hint of disdain and determination. Before his words even finished, his figure transformed into a Golden-Azure Streamer, instantly rushing out of the Immortal Falling Cave and landing on the desolate plain outside. He raised his hand and waved, and the Primordial Chaos Formation of the Dual Emperor Fusion in his dantian instantly unfolded. Golden and blue light shot into the sky like two giant pillars supporting the Heavenly Demon energy and radiating a majestic power capable of opening up Primordial Chaos and World-Splitting realms. The moment the array unfolded, the surrounding Chaos Current was forcibly suppressed, and a faint vitality appeared on the scorched earth. Tender green grass broke through the soil and swayed in the wind, forming a stark contrast with the turbid demonic energy of the Netherworld Demon Ancestor. This was the life force contained in the Primordial Chaos Origin, capable of purifying all evil.
"Hmm? This formation is quite ingenious." A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the Netherworld Demon Ancestor, his Black Hole- like pupils slightly contracting. He could sense the killing and Realm Suppression power contained within the formation; these two completely different forces intertwined, forming a strange and powerful aura that even made him feel a sense of threat. But this surprise vanished in an instant, replaced by an even more intense ferocity and greed. "But before me, it's nothing but a child's play!"
Before he finished speaking, the Netherworld Demon Ancestor rapidly formed hand seals. As his fingers danced, countless dark Demonic Runes surged from his fingertips, burrowing into the three wisps of black mist surrounding him like living beings. He chanted incantations, the obscure and incomprehensible Demonic Incantation echoing across the wasteland like a curse, thickening the surrounding air. "Netherworld Demonic Snake, emerge!" he roared, his voice like a thunderclap, shaking the entire wasteland. Fine fissures cracked in the ground, from which black demonic energy gushed forth like fountains.
Three plumes of black mist suddenly surged, instantly transforming into three ten-thousand-foot-long Netherworld Demonic Snake. Their bodies, as thick as small mountains, coiled in mid-air, blotting out the sun and shrouding the entire wasteland in shadow, preventing even sunlight from penetrating. The serpents' scales were jet black, shimmering with a metallic sheen, their edges covered in barbs, emanating a deadly poison. Each scale was branded with a hideous Demonic Runes, formed from the pent-up resentment of wronged souls. Their heads were as large as small mountains, their eyes glowing with eerie green flames, burning with fierce resentment, fixed intently on Ren Xiaoyao, as if... It wanted to burn his soul to ashes; from its gaping maw, fangs were as sharp as swords, and dripping Black Venom fell onto the ground, instantly corroding large black pits. Even the Chaos Current were scorched and sizzled, emitting a pungent odor. Three Netherworld Demonic Snake were linked head to tail, forming an impenetrable demonic array. The turbid demonic energy emanating from their coiled bodies condensed into a thick black light screen. Countless wronged souls howled on the light screen, stretching out their withered arms, as if to drag Ren Xiaoyao into hell, crushing him down, determined to devour him and the array together.
Ren Xiaoyao remained expressionless. With a thought, the Primordial Chaos Formation instantly split. Golden killing power gathered like a tide, condensing into a World-Breaking Sword tens of feet long before him. On the blade, golden and cyan Dao Patterns intertwined like dragons and phoenixes, flowing endlessly, radiating a sharp aura that could cut through everything. The space around the blade was torn open with fine cracks, and the Chaos Current beneath could be vaguely seen. Meanwhile, cyan Realm Suppression power condensed around him into a thick Heaven-Suppressing Shield. The shield's surface was interwoven with cyan patterns, as stable and heavy as the Kunlun Mountains. Each Dao Patterns contained the power to suppress worlds and lock down the Realm Suppression. The pale cyan light emanating from the shield acted like a solid barrier, completely isolating the surrounding demonic energy, preventing even the slightest trace of yin and turbid energy from penetrating.
"Break!" Ren Xiaoyao roared, his voice carrying the power of the Primordial Chaos Origin, echoing across the wasteland like thunder, shaking the surrounding withered bones until they trembled and shattered. He gripped the World-Breaking Sword tightly with both hands, veins bulging on his arms and muscles bulging, and fiercely slashed at the onrushing Netherworld Demonic Snake. The World-Breaking Sword, wrapped in golden and azure Spiritual Qi, tore through the sky like Meteor Chasing the Moon. Wherever the blade passed, the air was torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound, even splitting the Chaos Current in two, forming a long vacuum zone.
"Clang--!"
A deafening roar, like a thousand war drums beating simultaneously, pierced the eardrums and shook the very soul; the entire Profound Abyss Rift trembled slightly. The World-Breaking Sword collided with the scales of the Netherworld Demonic Snake, unleashing a burst of golden-blue light and Black Demonic Qi, forming a powerful shockwave that swept across the wasteland like a tsunami. The shockwave whipped up rubble, sending it flying like a torrential rain. A deep trench, several meters deep and over a hundred meters long, was carved into the scorched earth, emitting wisps of smoke and a burnt smell. The scales of the Netherworld Demonic Snake shattered, Black Blood gushing forth and splattering across the wasteland, hissing and corroding the ground, creating small pits that emitted black, poisonous smoke. The three serpents let out mournful howls, like ghosts wailing, echoing throughout the Profound Abyss Rift. Their massive bodies were forced back by the impact, the Demonic Runes on their bodies dimming, clearly indicating they had suffered considerable damage.
At the same time, the Heaven-Suppressing Shield steadily blocked the aftershocks of the demonic array. Ripples spread across the shield like waves, reflecting all the demonic energy and impact back. The shock caused the three Netherworld Demonic Snake to tremble slightly, and the wailing of the wronged souls on their bodies became even more mournful, as if they would dissipate at any moment.
"What?!" The Netherworld Demon Ancestor's pupils constricted, his face filled with disbelief, a flicker of shock and rage flashing in his Black Hole, abyssal eyes. He never expected that this seemingly young Immortal Realm cultivator could withstand his full-force attack, and with such formidable array power. This Netherworld Demonic Snake was forged from the souls of millions of wronged souls, and when activated by the demonic array, even a Mid-stage Golden Immortal would find it difficult to withstand. Yet now it had been repelled by a single sword strike. His greed was instantly replaced by fury. He had guarded the Profound Abyss Rift for tens of thousands of years; how could he have ever suffered such humiliation?
"It's my turn!" Ren Xiaoyao pressed his advantage, a sharp glint in his eyes. His figure transformed into a Golden-Azure Streamer, his speed reaching its limit. He rushed into the demonic array as if Teleport, leaving behind a series of afterimages. The World-Breaking Sword danced in his hand, transforming into thousands of golden-blue sword shadows, as dense as a meteor shower. Each sword shadow carried the power to Sky-Rending Strike, slashing wildly towards the three Netherworld Demonic Snake. Wherever the sword shadows passed, the air was cut, emitting sharp whistling sounds and forming tiny Space Cracks.
"Sizzle sizzle sizzle--!"
As the sword flashed, countless deep, bone-revealing wounds were instantly slashed across the Netherworld Demonic Snake's body Black Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining a large area of wasteland red and forming black streams on the ground, emitting a pungent, poisonous stench. Piteous howls echoed throughout the entire Profound Abyss Rift as the three serpents writhed in agony, trying to escape the sword's attack, but they were powerless to avoid it. The Demonic Runes on the serpents flickered, attempting to heal their wounds, but were trapped by the sword's attacks. The contained golden killing power suppressed the demonic energy in the wound, purifying it and causing it to dissipate as specks of black mist, making healing impossible. The head of the first Netherworld Demonic Snake was struck by a sharp sword shadow, instantly extinguishing the eerie green ghost fire. The massive head crashed to the ground with a dull thud, stirring up a cloud of dust. The serpent's head rolled several feet away, the ghost fire in its eyes completely extinguished, leaving behind a cold corpse, with Black Blood still gushing from its neck.