Hunt from the Demon Realm

"You're courting death!" the Netherworld Demon Ancestor roared, his greed completely replaced by madness. His Demonic Might surged several times over, sweeping in like a tsunami, freezing the surrounding air. He never expected to be humiliated by a junior from the Immortal Realm, a humiliation he had never felt before. He spat out a mouthful of pitch-black demonic blood, his Essence Blood cultivated for tens of thousands of years, containing a vast source of Devil Cultivation Method. Every drop was priceless, and he would never use it lightly unless it was a matter of life and death. The demonic blood transformed into a boundless ocean of demonic flames in the air, covering an area of tens of thousands of feet. The demonic flames were as black as ink, emitting a strong corrosive and refining power as they burned. Even a Golden Immortal would have their soul burned and their body refined by the demonic flames once touched, never to be reborn.

"Nether Prison Demonic Flame, Heaven-Burning Emperor Formation and destroying the earth!"

The ocean of demonic flames, like a raging river, swept towards Ren Xiaoyao, instantly trapping him in the center and forming a massive black fireball. The flames roared and sizzled, as if they would burn everything to ashes. As the demonic flames burned, the surrounding space was scorched and distorted, the air was ignited, emitting a pungent odor, and even the golden-blue light of the World-Breaking Sword was suppressed and dimmed, the flow of Dao Patterns on the light screen became sluggish, as if it would collapse at any moment.

Ren Xiaoyao's eyes sharpened, not daring to be careless in the slightest. He held the Heaven-Suppressing Shield in front of him, while simultaneously activating the Primordial Chaos Origin within his dantian. The golden-blue light on the World-Breaking Sword intensified, illuminating the surrounding demonic flames like a lighthouse in the darkness. He used the Primordial Chaos Steps, his figure nimbly weaving through the demonic flames as if strolling in a garden. Each step he took left a faint golden-blue mark on the void. The Primordial Chaos Steps were a footwork technique derived from the Dual Emperor Fusion. The footwork was infinitely profound, allowing one to conceal their form and traverse space using the Primordial Chaos Power. Even in such a terrifying ocean of demonic flames, one could find a glimmer of hope. Each swing of his sword cleaved through large swathes of demonic flames. Wherever the golden-blue Spiritual Qi passed, the pitch-black demonic flames were instantly purified, turning into specks of black mist that dissipated, forcefully carving a path through the ocean of demonic flames.

In a short while, Ren Xiaoyao had crossed the sea of demonic flames and arrived a hundred feet away from the Netherworld Demon Ancestor. He could clearly see the ferocity and madness on the Netherworld Demon Ancestor's face, as well as the undisguised killing intent in his Black Hole -like eyes. He could even see the Demonic Runes writhing under his skin, emitting a thick, bloody stench that made him want to vomit.

"The Dual Emperor Fusion, Primordial Chaos Slash!"

A resolute glint flashed in Ren Xiaoyao's eyes as he poured all the Spiritual Qi within his body into the World-Breaking Sword without reservation, not holding back even a trace. This sword strike was the strongest he could unleash at the moment, containing the killing power and Realm Suppression power of the Dual Emperor Formations, and fused with the pure energy of the Primordial Chaos Origin, determined to completely annihilate the powerful enemy before him.

The World-Breaking Sword instantly grew to a hundred feet in length. Golden and azure Dao Patterns patterns intertwined and spiraled upwards on its blade, radiating an unparalleled power capable of tearing apart heaven and earth. Around the blade, the Space Barrier shattered inch by inch, revealing the churning Chaos Current beneath, hissing and crackling. The immense power emanating from the sword caused the entire Profound Abyss Rift to tremble slightly, and distant mountains shook as if about to collapse. Ren Xiaoyao gripped the hilt tightly with both hands, veins bulging on his arms, muscles bulging. He slammed his feet into the ground, his body rising into the air with a do-or-die determination, and slashed fiercely at the Netherworld Demon Ancestor.

This sword strike seemed poised to cleave the heavens and earth in two.

Wherever the sword passed, the pitch-black demonic flames were instantly purified, dissipating into invisible energy in the air. The Demonic Might surrounding the Netherworld Demon Ancestor was forcibly suppressed. He could feel a deadly threat, making his hair stand on end and his very soul tremble. An aura of death enveloped him. "No!" the Netherworld Demon Ancestor roared in terror, his voice filled with fear and resentment. He hurriedly activated all his cultivation, pushing his Devil Cultivation Method to their limit. Billions of wronged souls surged from his body, converging like a tide to form a massive Netherworld Demonic Shield. This Demon Shield, formed from the Soul Power, was indestructible. It had withstood attacks from countless powerful enemies and was his trump card. Even a Golden Immortal Peak would find it difficult to break through.

But this time, the Netherworld Demonic Shield failed to bring about a miracle.

"Snap--!"

The moment the World-Breaking Sword collided with the Netherworld Demonic Shield, a burst of golden-blue light erupted, like a solar explosion. The blinding light illuminated the entire Profound Abyss Rift as if it were daytime, causing countless Devil Race demons to close their eyes, unable to look directly at it. The Netherworld Demonic Shield was cleaved in two instantly, like paper. Countless wronged souls let out mournful howls, their Soul Power instantly dissipating under the purification of the golden-blue light, leaving not even a trace. The World-Breaking Sword did not stop, slashing straight towards the Netherworld Demon Ancestor. The golden-blue light on the blade grew even more intense, radiating an aura of annihilation.

"No--!"

The Netherworld Demon Ancestor let out a heart-wrenching scream, his voice filled with fear and resentment. He tried to retreat, but found his body locked by an Invisible Power, unable to move at all. He could clearly feel his physical body being torn apart and purified by the golden-blue light on the sword. The Demonic Core in his dantian was as if scorched by a raging fire, instantly disintegrating and releasing dense demonic energy, before being completely purified by the golden-blue light. His body was cleaved in two by the sword light, and pitch-black demonic blood gushed out, scattering across the wasteland like a black rainstorm, dripping onto the ground and corroding deep pits, emitting black poisonous smoke. His remaining soul tried to escape, but was firmly locked by the blue Realm Suppression power on the sword, as if bound by invisible chains, and then completely refined by the golden killing power, leaving not even a trace of his soul behind, utterly annihilated.

With the death of the Netherworld Demon Ancestor, the demonic energy surrounding him instantly dissipated, vanishing like the receding tide. The three Netherworld Demonic Snake, having lost their master's control, transformed into three wisps of black mist, which, purified by the golden-blue light, gradually dissipated into the air without leaving a trace. The Nether Prison Demonic Flame, having lost their energy source, gradually extinguished, leaving only a pungent, burnt smell that permeated the entire wasteland. The Chaos Current within the Profound Abyss Rift returned to calm, with only the hundred-foot-long World-Breaking Sword hovering in the air, its golden-blue light shimmering, radiating awe-inspiring power, like a victorious king overlooking this wasteland.

Ren Xiaoyao slowly sheathed his sword, the golden-blue light around him gradually dissipating. His face was slightly pale, and a faint trace of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, dripping down his chin. That last sword strike had almost exhausted all the Spiritual Qi in his body, and his meridians, unable to withstand such powerful force, had once again developed tiny cracks, causing him waves of stinging pain. However, his eyes gleamed with excitement. Successfully annihilating the Netherworld Demon Ancestor not only verified the immense power of the Dual Emperor Fusion but also made him more proficient in controlling this Divine Ability. He was only one step away from the Golden Immortal Realm, and the Spiritual Qi within his body was fluctuating violently, seemingly poised to break through at any moment.

Unbeknownst to him, the news of the Netherworld Demon Ancestor's death was currently spreading like wildfire throughout the entire Demon Realm, causing an unprecedented upheaval.

The Nether Prison Demonic Palace, located atop the Netherworld Abyss in the northern part of the Demon Realm Netherworld Abyss, is a magnificent palace constructed from black jade and white bones. A thousand feet high, its imposing presence emanates a dense demonic aura. Countless ferocious Demonic Runes are carved into its walls, exuding an aura of bloodshed and slaughter. At this moment, the palace is deathly silent. Countless Demon Soldiers Demon General kneel on the ground in terror, trembling, barely daring to breathe, their faces filled with fear and unease. On the Demon Throne in the center of the hall, the portrait of the Netherworld Demon Ancestor, which had been hanging there, suddenly shattered into countless fragments; the nine demonic banners symbolizing the authority of the Netherworld Demon Ancestor broke off their poles and fell to the ground with a heavy thud. A muffled sound rang out; the demonic lamps inside the palace instantly went out, leaving only darkness. Only the faint demonic energy emanating from the Demon Soldiers Demon General illuminated their terrified faces. Outside the palace, a plume of black smoke shot straight into the sky, reaching tens of thousands of feet high, like a black dragon coiled above the Netherworld Abyss. This was the highest warning in the Demon Realm, symbolizing the fall of a top-tier Devil Ancestor, called "Demon Fall Smoke." Once it rose, it meant that a powerful Devil Ancestor Death and Dao Annihilation. The moment the smoke rose, the entire Netherworld Abyss was plunged into panic. Countless Devil Cultivator knelt on the ground, their faces filled with fear and unease, chanting incantations and praying for the protection of the Demon Emperor.

The core area of the Demon Realm, Demon Emperor's Palace.

A figure clad in a purple-gold Demonic Robe sat atop the supreme throne of the Demon Emperor. He wore a purple-gold crown, inlaid with a massive black Demonic Pearl that emanated a dense demonic aura, swallowing the surrounding light like Black Hole. His face was shrouded in shadow, obscuring his features; only a pair of eyes, gleaming with pitch-black light, were visible, as deep as an abyss. The Demonic Might emanating from him was so immense and heavy that it made the entire hall suffocate. The Demon General within knelt on the ground, too afraid to even raise their heads, their bodies trembling. This was none other than the Lord of the Demon Realm — the Demon Emperor, a top-tier powerhouse of unfathomable cultivation, rumored to have reached the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm. He held the power of life and death over the Demon Realm, and no one dared to defy his will. Even the top three Devil Ancestor had to bow down to him.

The moment the Netherworld Demon Ancestor's divine soul completely dissipated, the Demon Emperor abruptly opened his eyes. Two jet-black beams shot out from his eyes, instantly piercing through the roof of the hall and landing in the direction of the Profound Abyss Rift. His eyes flashed with boundless rage and killing intent, like a volcano about to erupt. The Demonic Might around him suddenly surged, and the entire Demon Emperor's Palace shook violently. The stone pillars inside the hall broke one after another, and rubble fell down in a flurry. Huge ravines cracked open in the ground, and black demonic energy gushed out from the ravines like fountains, filling the entire hall.

"Who is it?" The Demon Emperor's voice, as cold as ice, carried undisguised rage and killing intent, echoing throughout the Demon Emperor's Palace and even reaching the core region of the Demon Realm. "How dare you kill the Third Devil Ancestor under my command!"

The roar, like thunder, resounded throughout the core area of the Demon Realm. Countless powerful Devil Race prostrated themselves on the ground, not daring to make the slightest move, for fear of angering the Demon Emperor and bringing disaster upon themselves. The Demon Emperor's wrath was enough to incinerate everything, and even powerful Devil Ancestor dared not easily withstand it.

The news of the fall of the Netherworld Demon Ancestor spread like wildfire throughout the entire Demon Realm, causing a huge uproar and shaking countless Devil Race.

In the eastern part of the Demon Realm, at the Blood Fiend Demonic Palace, a middle-aged man clad in a blood-red Demonic Robe abruptly stood up. His wine cup shattered instantly, the red wine mixing with Black Blood, dripping onto the ground and corroding small pits. He was none other than the Blood Fiend Demon Ancestor, ranked fifth in the Demon Realm, Mid-stage Golden Immortal in cultivation. His nature was cruel and bloodthirsty, finding pleasure in slaughter, and the blood of countless living beings stained his hands. A flicker of shock and fear crossed his eyes, his tone filled with disbelief. "That old ghost from the Netherworld, whose cultivation had already reached the Late-stage Golden Immortal, with unparalleled defense, whom even I dared not easily provoke, actually perished? What terrifying figure has arrived in the Immortal Realm?"

In the western part of the Demon Realm, at the Ten Thousand Poisons Demonic Hall, a beautiful woman leaned back on a demonic chair. Her smile froze instantly, and the venomous snakes coiled around her hands trembled and cowered, afraid to make the slightest move. She was the Ten Thousand Poisons Demon Ancestor, ranked fourth in the Demon Realm, a master of poison, killing silently and with unfathomable poison skills. Her "Soul Erosion Powder" could annihilate even Immortal's Soul. A hint of seriousness flashed in her eyes. She tapped her fingers lightly on the armrest of her chair and said in a deep voice, "To be able to kill the Netherworld Demon Ancestor, this Immortal Realm cultivator's strength has probably reached the Golden Immortal Peak realm, or even... a Grand Unity Golden Immortal? This matter must be reported to the Demon Emperor, or my Demon Realm will be in grave danger!"

In the southern part of the Demon Realm, in the Blazing Demon City, a burly man engulfed in raging Flame Sect slammed his fist onto a stone table before him, instantly reducing it to dust and Mars flying. He was the Blazing Flames Demon Ancestor, ranked sixth in the Demon Realm, Mid-stage Golden Immortal, known for his fiery temper, impulsive nature, and reckless actions. He roared, "How dare they kill my Demon Realm Devil Ancestor! This grudge will be avenged! I will lead my men to the Profound Abyss Rift and tear that murderer to pieces to avenge the old ghost of the Netherworld!" With that, he rose to summon his troops.

"Flame Sect, don't be impulsive!" The adjutant beside him hurriedly dissuaded him, "That murderer was able to kill the Netherworld Demon Ancestor, so his strength must be extremely strong. If you go rashly, you will probably suffer a loss!"

The Blazing Flames Demon Ancestor glared at his lieutenant, his eyes blazing with fury. "Are we just going to let that murderer Xiaoyao? Where is the dignity of my Demon Realm?"

The lieutenant's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly said, "That's not what I meant. It's just that this matter needs careful consideration. It would be best to go together with the other Devil Ancestor to have a sure chance of capturing them!"

Upon hearing this, the Blazing Flames Demon Ancestor pondered for a moment, the anger in his eyes gradually subsiding somewhat. He coldly snorted, "Fine, I'll listen to you. I'll go contact those two bastards, Blood Fiend and Ten Thousand Poisons, right now!"

Discussions resounded throughout the Demon Realm as countless powerful Devil Race rushed towards the Profound Abyss Rift, eager to investigate and awaiting the Demon Emperor's orders. The Netherworld Demon Ancestor, a top-tier warrior of the Demon Realm, had guarded the Profound Abyss Rift for tens of thousands of years without a single defeat, yet he had been slain on his own territory. This was unbelievable to all Devil Race, and a deep sense of fear arose within them. A powerful figure capable of slaying Late-stage Golden Immortal Devil Ancestor was undoubtedly a tremendous threat to the entire Demon Realm; if not eliminated, he would surely become a major problem in the future.

The instigator of all this, Ren Xiaoyao, had already sheathed his World-Breaking Sword and turned to fly towards the Immortal Realm. He could sense that with the fall of the Netherworld Demon Ancestor, countless powerful Demonic Might were converging towards the Profound Abyss Rift, surging in like a tide. Among them were many auras of Golden Immortal level, clearly indicating that other Devil Ancestor had come upon hearing the news. If he continued to stay, he would inevitably be surrounded. Two fists cannot fight four hands. Even if he could kill a Devil Ancestor at the Late-stage Golden Immortal, he would find it difficult to withstand the combined attack of several Devil Ancestor. At that time, his chances of survival would be slim. He had to return to the Immortal Realm as soon as possible and find a safe place to break through to the Golden Immortal Realm. Only by truly stepping into the ranks of Golden Immortal and possessing greater strength could he gain a foothold in this Three Realms of Immortal-Demon rivalry and cope with the various crises to come.

On the desolate plains of the Profound Abyss Rift, only the black bloodstains and tattered dark Demonic Robe of the Netherworld Demon Ancestor remained, gradually buried in the dust by the Chaos Current, as if this earth-shattering battle had never happened. However, the news of the Netherworld Demon Ancestor's demise was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up a monstrous wave in both the immortal and demonic realms. Ren Xiaoyao's name, though not yet widely known, had already become a taboo in the Demon Realm realm, and he himself was about to unleash a storm that would sweep across the heavens and earth, changing the entire landscape of the Three Realms.

Within the Void Passage where the Profound Abyss Rift meets the Immortal Realm, flowing light surged and Chaos Current darted like silver snakes. Ren Xiaoyao, stepping on the Primordial Chaos Steps, transformed into a golden-blue afterimage, swiftly traversing the Broken Space barriers. The emptiness of his depleted Spiritual Qi was like a bone-deep ailment, and the stinging pain from the cracks in his meridians intensified. With each activation of his divine Divine Ability, a trickle of crimson blood appeared at the corner of his mouth, dripping into the void and instantly swallowed by the Chaos Current.

He dared not pause for a moment. Behind him, the Demonic Might emanating from the Profound Abyss Rift grew increasingly intense, like thousands of heavy hammers vibrating in the void. Among them, three auras were particularly domineering—the bloodthirsty and malevolent aura of the Blood Fiend Demon Ancestor, the Cold Poison of the Ten Thousand Poisons Demon Ancestor Blazing Flames Demon Ancestor, and the blazing Heavenly Fire of the Blazing Flame Demon Ancestor. The three intertwined to form an invisible net, sweeping in with overwhelming force.

Ren Xiaoyao! Spare your dog's life!

The roar of the Blazing Flames Demon Ancestor pierced the void, causing Ren Xiaoyao's blood to surge. He glanced to the side and saw three demonic lights soaring into the sky a thousand miles behind him: a blood-red Demonic Clouds rolled, with countless ferocious blood shadows roaring within it; a dark green poisonous gas spread, corroding the void with black spots wherever it passed; and a crimson Flame Sect surged, as if it would set the entire void ablaze. The three Devil Ancestor, leading hundreds of thousands of Demon Soldiers Demon General, formed a massive demonic formation, like a black torrent, relentlessly pursuing his trail.

"Hmph, Mid-stage Golden Immortal dares to chase after me?" Ren Xiaoyao's eyes turned cold. Although his spiritual Spiritual Qi was depleted, his fighting spirit remained undiminished. He knew that he could not afford to be entangled at this moment. The only way to escape was to return to the heart of the Immortal Realm as soon as possible and rely on the power of the Immortal Realm Realm's formation.

He abruptly activated the last wisp of Primordial Chaos Origin, and the World-Breaking Sword once again emitted a faint golden-blue light. As the sword trembled, it cleaved through the Chaos Current blocking its path, its speed suddenly increasing by thirty percent. However, the Ten Thousand Poisons Demon Ancestor had already laid a contingency plan. The dark green poisonous gas suddenly surged, transforming into countless poisonous threads that enveloped him like a spider web. These threads contained the terrifying power of the Soul Erosion Powder; once touched, even with the Purifying Power of Primordial Chaos Origin, it would require a great deal of mental effort to resist.

"Beware of this poison!" Ren Xiaoyao circulated his Spiritual Qi to protect his body. The golden-blue light barrier collided with the poisonous threads, producing a sizzling sound. The light barrier was instantly corroded with countless tiny holes. He groaned, staggered, and his speed involuntarily slowed down.

Seizing the opportunity, the Blood Fiend Demon Ancestor's crimson Demonic Clouds accelerated rapidly. Within the Demonic Clouds, countless blood blades condensed and rained down on Ren Xiaoyao. Each blade contained a dense killing power, enough to easily tear apart the defenses of Early-stage Golden Immortal.

"Heaven-Suppressing Shield!" Ren Xiaoyao held the Heaven-Suppressing Shield in front of him. On the shield, Primordial Chaos Dao Patterns flowed, supporting a thick Defense Light Barrier. The blood blade struck the light barrier, producing a dense roar. The light barrier trembled violently, and countless cracks spread out, seemingly on the verge of collapse.

"Ren Xiaoyao, you have reached the end of your road. Surrender quickly, and I might spare a wisp of your soul!" The Blood Fiend Demon Ancestor's voice was filled with tyranny and greed. He had long coveted the Primordial Chaos Origin on Ren Xiaoyao's body. If he could capture this person and extract his Origin Power, he might be able to break through to the Late-stage Golden Immortal.

Ren Xiaoyao sneered, a resolute glint in his eyes. "If you want my life, you'll have to see if you have the ability!"

He hurled the Heaven-Suppressing Shield, which transformed into a streak of light and crashed towards the Blood Fiend Demon Ancestor's Demonic Clouds. At the same time, he gripped the World-Breaking Sword tightly with both hands, frantically channeling the last of his Spiritual Qi into the blade. At this moment, he had no way out; only by fighting to the death could he seize a sliver of hope for survival.

"Primordial Chaos Slash!"

This sword strike, though not as overwhelmingly powerful as the one that slew the Netherworld Demon Ancestor, still contained Ren Xiaoyao's last remaining strength. The Golden-Azure Dual Color Sword Qi tore through the void, slashing towards the most fiercely pursuing Blazing Flames Demon Ancestor. Wherever the Sword Qi passed, the crimson Flame Sect were instantly cleaved open, and even the void itself was cleaved with a long crack.

The Blazing Flames Demon Ancestor's expression changed. He hadn't expected Ren Xiaoyao to be able to unleash such a powerful attack under such circumstances. He hurriedly activated all his Devil Cultivation Method, and a huge shield of flames condensed in front of him.

"Snap!"

The Sword Qi collided with the fiery shield, instantly shattering it. The Blazing Flames Demon Ancestor was forced to retreat, spitting out a mouthful of black demonic blood. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ren Xiaoyao flashed forward, accelerating again, and flew towards the heart of the Immortal Realm.

"Damn it!" Blood Fiend Demon Ancestor roared, about to continue the pursuit, but was stopped by Ten Thousand Poisons Demon Ancestor.

"No need to rush after him." The Ten Thousand Poisons Demon Ancestor gazed solemnly in the direction Ren Xiaoyao had gone. "He is already severely injured and his Spiritual Qi is depleted. He can't go far. Ahead lies the ' Southern Heaven Barrier ' of the Immortal Realm. If we rashly intrude, it will surely arouse the vigilance of the powerful beings of the Immortal Realm. It would be better to set up an ambush here and wait for his injuries to flare up before capturing and killing him in one fell swoop."

The Blood Fiend Demon Ancestor pondered for a moment, then nodded. "Very well. However, there are often Immortal Realm cultivators patrolling near the Southern Heaven Barrier, so we must proceed with caution and avoid alerting them."

The Blazing Flames Demon Ancestor wiped the demonic blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes blazing with fury. "Hmph, this time I'll make sure he dies a horrible death!"

The three Devil Ancestor then led their Demon Soldiers Demon General, hiding in the buffer zone between the Void Passage and the Southern Heaven Barrier, and set up a massive "Netherworld Poison Fire Formation". Within the array, demonic energy, poison gas, and flames intertwined, forming a Death Domain. As long as Ren Xiaoyao stepped into it, he would be instantly trapped and unable to escape.

At this moment, Ren Xiaoyao finally saw the golden light curtain that stretched across the sky and earth in front of him— the Southern Heaven Barrier. On the light curtain, countless immortal Immortal Dao flowed, exuding a majestic and sacred aura. It was the first barrier of the Immortal Realm to Repel Foreign Enemies.

He was overjoyed and was about to use his Spiritual Qi to pass through the barrier when his injuries suddenly flared up. The cracks in his meridians widened rapidly, causing excruciating pain. His Spiritual Qi was completely cut off, and he involuntarily fell from the void, crashing into the sea of clouds below.

"Not good!" Ren Xiaoyao cried out inwardly, his consciousness gradually fading. He knew that he was no longer able to control his body, and if he fell into the sea of clouds, he would surely be discovered by the Devil Ancestor who was about to arrive.

At this critical moment, a gentle golden light shot out from the Southern Heaven Barrier, instantly enveloping his body and slowly lifting him up. Immediately afterwards, two figures flew out from the barrier, one old and one young, both dressed in Immortal Dao, their auras calm and composed.

"It's Profound Void True Human and Azure Mist Fairy Maiden!" Ren Xiaoyao felt a sense of relief, and then completely lost consciousness.

Profound Void True Human frowned slightly as he looked at Ren Xiaoyao's pale face and the chaotic energy within his body. "Such severe injuries, and the intense Demonic Qi Erosion. It seems he was pursued by a powerful Demon Realm."

Azure Mist Fairy Maiden lightly tapped her jade finger, and a gentle stream of Spiritual Qi flowed into Ren Xiaoyao's body, relieving his injuries. "True Person, a powerful Demonic Might is approaching from behind, seemingly Devil Ancestor- level figure from the Demon Realm."

Profound Void True Human's eyes narrowed as he looked towards the Void Passage, a hint of apprehension flashing in them. "I didn't expect the Demon Realm to send so many powerful figures to hunt down a junior. It seems this boy is extraordinary. Let's take him back into the barrier first, and then decide what to do next."

After saying that, the two of them carried the unconscious Ren Xiaoyao and quickly passed through the Southern Heaven Barrier, disappearing into the sea of clouds.

A moment later, the three Devil Ancestor arrived with their Demon Soldiers Demon General. Their faces turned ashen as they stared at the empty void and the closed Southern Heaven Barrier.

"Damn it! We're still too late!" the Blazing Flames Demon Ancestor roared, slamming his fist into the void, causing the surrounding air currents to churn.

The Ten Thousand Poisons Demon Ancestor' eyes were sinister. "It's alright. He has already been severely injured by us and poisoned by my Soul Erosion Powder. Even if he is rescued by the people of the Immortal Realm, he won't live for long. Moreover, we already know his aura, and we will have the opportunity to take his life in the future."

Blood Fiend Demon Ancestor nodded. "Let's leave this matter for now. We'll return to the Demon Realm, report the situation to the Demon Emperor, and then make further plans. I believe it won't be long before this junior from the Immortal Realm who killed the Netherworld Demon Ancestor Immortal Realm the focus of attention throughout the Three Realms."