Demon Extermination Battle

Demon Monarch Wujie raised his head to look at the night sky, where several stars hung in the firmament, flickering with cold light.

However, those stars were drawing closer and closer, their radiance swelling in tandem.

"My messenger, what is that?" One of Wujie's heads rose high, while the other turned toward Ye Hui at his side, his tone filled with confusion.

"Why are these stars so bright? What on earth is..." Before he could finish, an instinctive sense of crisis surged into his heart. Those "stars" were getting closer, and the aura they emitted made him feel disgusted; it was an aura where light and holiness were intertwined, pure to the point of suffocation.

"My Lord, I do not know what that is either," Ye Hui replied respectfully.

"Roar! Aerial troops, intercept!"

Demon Monarch Wujie did not hesitate. In the blink of an eye, the newly formed Flying Devil phalanx soared into the sky, heading straight for the stars rushing toward them.

As the starlight shone and they drew closer, Monarch Wujie realized these were no stars at all, but massive shells infused with the aura of light and holiness.

They were, in fact, a thousand Level 8 Fixed Soul Guidance Shells, Holy Radiance.

Boom, boom, boom.

Explosions rang out one after another, and the Flying Devils that had just taken to the sky fell like raindrops.

Piercing screams echoed across the land, and the light elements and holy elements transformed into a torrential rain of light falling from the heavens.

In an instant, a gale swept through. The Demon Legion that had been ready for battle was now littered with corpses, their formation shattered, and the smell of charred flesh lingered in the air.

"Roar!"

Demon Monarch Wujie let out a roar of fury. His three heads opened their blood-red maws simultaneously, and energy blasts erupted one after another, attempting to intercept the judgment descending from the sky.

Unfortunately, as a mere Quasi-God, he was suppressed by the laws of the Douluo Plane. It was already difficult for him to utilize seventy percent of his power, and he simply lacked the strength to intercept the shells.

And that seventy percent was only possible because he was not powerful enough for the plane's suppression to be that intense.

The bombardment finally ceased.

Wujie panted as he scanned the battlefield; the Flying Devils, Demon Men, and other core forces had suffered heavy losses.

However, the legion's structure remained, and as long as they absorbed enough Life energy, they would soon recover.

Furthermore, his true top-tier combatants remained: the three Three-Headed Giant Dogs he had split from himself, as well as the two Great Devils he had borrowed, had not suffered critical damage.

"Hahaha!" Wujie suddenly looked up and laughed, "Rats are rats after all, only capable of using such flashy tricks. They couldn't even scratch the fur of my kin."

It was at this very moment that a strange, shrill whistle rang out. The sound was exceptionally sharp, like a tolling funeral bell, sending a shiver through Wujie.

The piercing whistle arrived quickly; one could even hear the sonic booms in the air.

The laughter of the Three-Headed Giant Dogs came to an abrupt halt. On the ground, with a soft "pop," drill bits emerged from the soil one after another.

That location was precisely the core area of the remaining Demon Legion, as well as the remaining top-tier combatants.

Several Three-Headed Giant Dogs lowered their heads in curiosity, and one even poked its head forward, wanting to taste whether this thing was delicious.

It was a conical object, its entire body shimmering with silver-white light.

The very instant the Three-Headed Giant Dog bit down.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Continuous explosions rang out once again.

The silver-white light burst forth, and countless fine metal fragments carrying terrifying kinetic energy shot out in all directions.

They were, in fact, Level 9 Fixed Soul Guidance Shells, Destruction Storm.

The Three-Headed Giant Dog that bore the brunt of the blast didn't even have time to scream before one of its heads was blown to smithereens.

The dust raised by the explosion blotted out the sky and sun. The entire core area was like porcelain struck by a giant hammer; the ground cracked inch by inch, and bottomless ravines spread in all directions.

The dust settled.

The once dense Demon Legion was now reduced to only seven lonely figures.

Three Three-Headed Giant Dogs.

Among them, one had a head blown to pieces, leaving it as nothing more than a two-headed giant dog.

Two Great Devils.

Ye Hui, who had been specially protected by Monarch Wujie.

And Monarch Wujie himself.

On the middle head of Wujie, a deep wound was gushing blood, having narrowly missed his eyeball. He looked around in disbelief.

Limbs were scattered everywhere, the ground was charred black, and those subordinates who had been alive just moments ago were now cold corpses.

"My, my legion..."

His voice trembled, and all three heads let out low whimpers simultaneously. An army of tens of thousands of demons, countless elites, had been wiped out in less than half an hour.

The remaining three Three-Headed Giant Dogs huddled together, trembling, their eyes filled with terror.

"Destroying my legion, killing my kin—I will tear them limb from limb!"

Monarch Wujie let out a roar of rage. No sooner had he finished speaking than a light chuckle drifted over from the distance.

"Well, Clan Leader Yuan'en, I didn't lie to you, did I?"

In the distant sky, several figures flashed into view.

Leading them was Xie An, with Yuanen Zhentian standing by his side.

Behind the two, five War Gods from the War God Temple stood in a line alongside Yuanen Tiangang.

"In that case, I'll handle the leader. You six take care of the remaining five. No problem, right?"

"As for Tian Dang, go get your wife back, how about that?"

Xie An flashed forward to appear before Wujie, his World-Breaking Spear gripped tightly in his hand.

"People from the Demon Plane, guests are guests, so let me treat you well."

A massive domain enveloped Wujie, revealing itself to be the Spear God Domain that Xie An had comprehended.

"Roar!"

Wujie's three heads let out a roar, continuously spewing energy orbs from their mouths.

The World-Breaking Spear danced up and down in Xie An's hands, blooming with spear flowers that blocked Wujie's attacks while leaving hole after hole in his body.

Although Wujie resisted with all his might, the spear moved like a swimming dragon, and soon his body was covered in wounds.

They were not fatal, but if this continued, he would certainly lose.

"A dignified Demon Monarch, is this all you've got?"

Xie An stood holding his spear, the Spear God Domain acting like an invisible cage, locking Wujie within.

His spiritual power spread out like mercury, not only covering the battle before him but also taking in the entire battlefield at a glance.

For one, his cultivation was more than enough to deal with Wujie, who was being suppressed by the Douluo Plane.

On the other hand, he also wanted to see if his subordinates could break through their limits when facing new challenges.

A hundred yards to the right, Yuanen Zhentian was locked in a fierce battle with the Great Devil that was nearing the limit level.

The Titan Giant Ape patriarch stood as steady as a mountain, his fists clenched, his eyes as calm and deep as water.

The Great Devil's wings burned with dark red hellfire, moving with astonishing speed and leaving trails of flame in the air.

But the moment it tried to sweep past from the side, Yuanen Zhentian moved.

He threw a punch. It was simple, unadorned, and silent.

Yet, where the fist wind passed, space suddenly distorted.

Before the punch even arrived, the suffocating pressure made the Great Devil shriek and veer sharply, barely avoiding a direct hit.

The fist wind grazed its side and slammed into a small hill a hundred yards behind it.

"Boom!"

There was no flying debris; the hill simply vanished under the aftermath of that punch, pulverized into dust.

Titan God Fist, using strength to break through technique, contained a trace of the Law of Strength.

The Great Devil dared not be careless; its purple-gold wings erupted with dark red flames, condensing into a massive shield of fire and forming layers of defensive barriers.

Yuanen Zhentian didn't even look, throwing a second punch.

"Boom!"

The shield of fire trembled violently, its light dimming. The Great Devil let out a muffled groan, sliding back over ten yards and leaving two deep furrows in the ground.

The third punch.

"Crack."

The shield of fire shattered with a bang. The Great Devil shrieked as it soared into the high sky; it finally realized that trying to tank this human's attacks was the greatest mistake it had made.

Yuanen Zhentian did not pursue. He simply looked up and slowly clenched his right fist.

The fourth punch, aimed at the sky.

A pillar of air condensed into substance shot upward, pushing the air aside as it passed and tearing a visible vacuum channel through the sky.

With a soft thud.

Dark red blood exploded in the air. A large chunk of the Great Devil's left wing was torn away, and it screamed as it spiraled toward the ground.

But it was, after all, the strongest among them besides Wujie; the moment it fell, it spat out a mouthful of essence blood, coating its right wing.

That wing instantly ignited with even more intense flames, allowing it to forcibly stabilize its body and flee into the distance like a streak of fire.

Yuanen Zhentian remained where he was, slowly retracting his fist and exhaling a breath of turbid air.

"As expected of the Yuanen Clan patriarch." Xie An's spiritual power enveloped the entire field, taking in this scene.

He gave his World-Breaking Spear a light flick, knocking away an energy orb spat by Wujie, and silently praised, "Though he hasn't stepped into the Quasi-God realm, in terms of pure strength alone, there is likely no one in the human world today who can surpass him."

Xie An nodded, no longer focusing on that side, and instead looked toward the members of the War God Temple.