Demon Lord, Die!
A massive figure slowly emerged from the enormous Light Gate not far away.
He was over thirty meters tall, like a moving mountain, his entire body covered in purplish-gold scales, each scale gleaming with a cold, hard luster.
A pair of three-meter-long curved horns on its head bend slightly backward, with dark purple flames faintly flickering at their tips.
His appearance was very similar to a human's, with well-defined facial features, but his eyes were deep purple, with narrow and sharp pupils, carrying an arrogant air of looking down on ants.
A pair of enormous wings formed from purple flames slowly unfurled behind him, the Lie Yan surging but not dissipating, enveloping his entire body in a scorching halo.
After stepping out of the Light Gate, he let out a deafening roar, "Roar!"
He then let out a deep, rough laugh, as if he could already see the world submitting to his power.
"I, the Demon Lord Alba, have finally arrived in this vibrant world!"
He spread his arms wide, his voice filled with a fanatical declaration. "My people, let us kill, let us devour, let us..."
However, he slowly lowered his head halfway through his speech, his gaze falling on the ground below.
His excited and cheerful voice seemed to be cut off in that instant, and the words he was about to say stopped abruptly.
What he saw was not a scene of his people indiscriminately killing and devouring; on the contrary, his people were suffering a one-sided massacre.
He had clearly released more than 20,000 demons under his command, but now, looking around, only a few thousand were still struggling.
Those predators he thought had scattered were now corpses lying scattered on the ground.
Alba couldn't help but roar again, this time without the previous smugness and arrogance, replaced by a furious rage. "Roar! Who is it?!"
His gaze swept over the Spirit Pagoda members below, who were relentlessly slaughtering his people. His purple pupils narrowed slightly; he hadn't expected there to be so many powerful individuals in this world.
His plan was to rapidly expand his territory before the world could react, but now his vanguard had been almost completely wiped out.
Alba's breathing became heavier; he realized that things weren't quite what he had expected.
Huo Yuhao's gaze fell on the demon lord Alba opposite him, calmly sizing him up.
At the same time, Electrolux's voice quietly echoed in his mind, "Beyond that Light Gate lies another dimension."
Huo Yuhao nodded slightly. He had naturally noticed that the aura behind the Light Gate was completely different from that of the Douluo Plane.
He vanished from his spot in a flash, reappearing hovering opposite Alba.
Huo Yuhao looked into Alba's deep purple eyes and slowly said, "It's me."
Alba's enormous pupils contracted slightly for a moment. Although the human in front of him was smaller than the palm of his hand in his view, he felt no contempt whatsoever.
He instinctively sensed danger from this human.
The demon lord who descended upon this world last time was not him, but another being called Wujie.
The Demon Gate was accidentally opened by Yuanen Yehui's mother when she broke through to the Titled Douluo. Wujie's invasion of the Douluo Plane ultimately failed because he encountered Yun Ming.
Later, Wujie passed on the coordinates of the Douluo Plane to Alba, saying that only a strong person like him could conquer this world.
Alba found the flattery very pleasing, as if he could already see himself ruling this new world.
But only now did he realize that Wujie was probably up to no good.
The power of this plane far exceeded his expectations. His Demon Legion had already suffered heavy losses, and the mere presence of this human in front of him was enough to instill in him an unprecedented sense of oppression.
Although Alba felt a sense of fear, he did not show it on his face.
He was, after all, the great monarch of Alba, who had roamed the Demon Plane for many years. How could he possibly show weakness in front of a mere human?
However, when facing Huo Yuhao at this moment, his tone was no longer as tough as before.
"Human powerhouse, if you are willing to negotiate with me, I am willing to order my men to cease their attack."
Huo Yuhao sneered upon hearing this, his tone filled with undisguised mockery. "Stop the attack? Your men are almost all dead."
Alba felt a surge of anger rising within him, and a hint of rage appeared on his ferocious face, but he managed to suppress it.
He growled, "Behind this Demon Gate lies my Demon Legion!"
Huo Yuhao couldn't tell whether the statement was true or false, but regardless, as long as he dealt with this so-called demon lord, everything should be resolved.
He didn't waste any more words. He raised his right hand high, and the Scepter of Destruction appeared from the void, which he held firmly in his palm.
He now understood why Tang San's statues always held the Sea God Trident, instead of his own Martial Soul form—the divine weapon was simply too useful.
The Power of Destruction surging from that scepter was like a dark purple flame, endlessly churning, carrying a somber aura that seemed capable of shattering the very laws of nature.
Alba's pupils contracted sharply, and an undisguised look of terror finally surfaced in his deep purple eyes. He suddenly regretted the harsh words he had just uttered.
"No, no, no! I can lead the legion to retreat right now and never set foot in this world again!"
The demon lord Alba spoke quickly, his originally fierce and ferocious face now appearing somewhat sincere, his deep purple eyes filled with urgency.
Huo Yuhao could tell from the other person's tone that it didn't sound fake, but he didn't stop what he was doing.
Since the other party dared to appear here, they must pay the corresponding price.
Moreover, he has now set his sights on this Demon Plane, and the balance of power has shifted.
On the Scepter of Destruction, the purplish-black Power of Destruction surged and rose like ignited flames.
Alba no longer cared about his men being slaughtered; at that moment, only one thought remained in his mind—escape!
He felt that if he didn't leave soon, he would really die here today.
He suddenly turned around, his massive body rushing towards the Light Gate at a speed completely disproportionate to his enormous size.
However, just as he turned around and was about to step into the edge of the Light Gate, the Scepter of Destruction in Huo Yuhao's hand suddenly shone with purple light, and a purple-black Divine Power of Destruction descended precisely on Alba like a bolt of lightning compressed to its extreme.
Having experienced dealing with the Holy Spirit Cult ten thousand years ago, Huo Yuhao knew clearly that even Limit Douluo could not withstand the Power of Destruction on the Scepter of Destruction.
Although the scepter was damaged, the Divine Power of the God of Destruction before his death that remained on it was still an existence that no God could contend with, while Alba's cultivation level was only at the Quasi-God level.
After being struck by that Destruction God divine light, a layer of fine purple patterns began to appear on the surface of his massive body, spreading rapidly like cracked porcelain and covering his entire body.
The next instant, the purplish-gold body, which was over thirty meters tall, suddenly shattered, turning into countless specks of purple light, which dissipated into the air like a silent firework, leaving no trace.