Slaughter Heaven Devil Emperor

His figure was enormous, twice the height of an ordinary demon god, and his jet-black armor was covered with dark red patterns, like lava flowing on the iron armor.

His face was cold and stern, as if carved by a knife. A dark purple demonic mark on his forehead resembled a third eye, radiating an eerie light. His long hair was as black as ink, draped over his shoulders, and moved without wind.

The moment that figure appeared, the group of demons beside him all knelt on one knee, bowed their heads, and shouted:

"Greetings, Slaughter Heaven Devil Emperor!"

The voices were unified, filled with an irrepressible awe and fervor.

Qian Renxue stood in the void, looking at that figure, and involuntarily shivered.

[This... this aura! It's far stronger than Tang San and the others!]

She could feel that aura, like a tangible mountain, pressing down on everyone's hearts.

Even she, standing here as an observer, felt a sense of suffocation.

The Divine Realm who faced him directly turned deathly pale.

Behind him, Fu Shiyan's voice rang out, her tone heavy as she spoke:

"According to the gods of the Divine Realm, this person should be one of the Three Great Devil Emperors of the Abyss Demon Realm."

"The Devil Emperor ' cultivation levels are all above level 160..."

"The Xiao San and her friends... are in danger!"

Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue turned and glanced at him.

Fu Shiyan frowned, her long silver hair fluttering gently in the air, her eyes filled with solemnity.

His hands hung naturally at his sides, his fingertips slightly curled, as if he wanted to do something, but knew he couldn't do anything.

Seeing this, Qian Renxue also withdrew her gaze and turned her attention back to the battlefield.

Tang San knelt on one knee on the sea of clouds, the Asura Demon Sword stuck in front of him, supporting his swaying body.

A trickle of golden blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, his white hair was disheveled and draped over his shoulders, and his crimson pupils were filled with resentment.

He gritted his teeth, trying to stand up, but found he didn't even have the strength to lift his arm.

That attack just now had shattered most of the divine power within him.

The Slaughter Heaven Devil Emperor looked down at him, a cruel smile playing on his lips, his eyes filled with contempt.

"Is this all the God King of the Divine Realm can do?"

As he finished speaking, he raised his right hand, and black light surged in his palm, condensing into a black energy ball the size of a fist.

Although the energy sphere was small, it exuded a terrifying aura that sent chills down one's spine, and the surrounding air was compressed into a piercing, exploding sound.

He slowly raised his hand, and the ball of black energy slowly rotated in his palm, growing larger and brighter.

"God King of the Divine Realm, your journey... comes to an end."

As soon as he finished speaking, he hurled the energy ball in his hand at Tang San!

The energy ball transformed into a black streak of light, trailing a long tail of flame, and hurtled straight toward Tang San!

Qian Renxue's heart clenched suddenly, and she cried out in a trembling voice:

"Tang San!!!"

The moment Fu Shiyan saw the black streak of light shooting towards Tang San, she rushed forward, her eyes filled with urgency and worry, and shouted hoarsely:

"The Xiao San!!!"

His figure shot out like an arrow, heading straight towards Tang San.

Qian Renxue was startled by his action. Without thinking, she grabbed his arm and held on tightly, urgently calling out:

"A-Yan! Calm down!"

"Have you forgotten that we can't interfere at all? We can't do anything, we can't touch anything!"

Her voice was urgent and shrill, and her eyes were red.

Fu Shiyan was grabbed by her, her body stiffened abruptly, and she stopped in her tracks.

He stood there, his chest heaving violently, his fists clenched, his teeth clenched, and the veins on his forehead throbbing.

He stared intently at the approaching black streak, his eyes filled with pain and helplessness.

Qian Renxue a slight sigh of relief when she saw that he had stopped rushing forward. Only then did she realize what she had just shouted—

A-Yan.

Her face flushed red instantly, and she glanced at Fu Shiyan instinctively.

Fu Shiyan seemed completely oblivious to her address to him; his entire attention was focused on the battlefield and on the figure locked onto by the black streak of light.

Qian Renxue lowered her eyes, a complex emotion welling up inside her.

He didn't hear me...

She didn't know whether she felt fortunate or disappointed.

"Boom--!!!"

The black streak of light struck Tang San's location with pinpoint accuracy, and a deafening explosion erupted! Flames and dust shot into the sky, completely engulfing the area, obscuring everything.

Qian Renxue's heart leaped into her throat as she stared intently at the plume of smoke.

Fu Shiyan suddenly closed his eyes, his long, silvery-white hair trembling slightly. He turned his head away, his expression pained, his lips tightly pressed together, as if he couldn't bear to watch what was about to happen.

Just then—from the smoke, a hand reached out first.

The hand was long and powerful, held steadily in front of him, with a ball of purple light gathered in the palm, radiating a terrifying aura of Destruction. That purple light, filled with Destruction energy, not only blocked the remaining power of the black stream of light, but also kept out the aftershocks of the explosion.

Then, a figure emerged from the smoke.

His long, silvery-white hair cascaded over his shoulders, fluttering gently in the wind. He wore a dark robe, the hem of which rustled in the breeze. One eye was emerald green like spring, the other a deep, dark purple, both slowly rotating in the depths of his pupil.

Destruction God King Fu Shiyan.

He grabbed Tang San by the collar with his left hand, shielding Tang San behind him. Although Tang San was in a sorry state while being carried by him, his injuries had stopped worsening.

Beside the God of Destruction, Fu Shiyan, a golden figure followed closely.

She had long golden hair, wore golden divine armor, had a delicate and aloof face, and held a long sword burning with golden flames.

Angel God Qian Renxue.

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In the void, Qian Renxue, who was observing from the sidelines, felt her heart leap the moment she saw the figure that looked exactly like herself appear, and her eyes instantly reddened. She subconsciously covered her mouth, but still couldn't suppress the gasp that escaped her lips:

"A-Yan!"

The voice was urgent and trembling, filled with barely suppressed excitement and joy.

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly realized what she had just shouted, and her cheeks instantly burned. She lowered her head in a panic, her fingers twisting the hem of her clothes tightly, wishing she could grab those two words back from thin air.

[He shouted it out again...]

Did he hear me?

She subconsciously turned her head and secretly glanced at Fu Shiyan beside her.

Fu Shiyan opened her eyes abruptly the moment she heard the name "A-Yan".

He turned his head and looked at the battlefield.

The silver-white figure was carrying Tang San, standing steadily on the sea of clouds, with purple Destruction light still flowing in its palm.

Tang San, who should have been swallowed by the black light, was now safely protected behind him.

Fu Shiyan stared blankly at the scene, her chest heaving violently, then she let out a long breath, her tense shoulders finally relaxing.