Slaying

Yan Ning's figure darted through the Star Tower. The first Forbidden Space was a desolate plain covered in blood-red thorns, their sharp branches writhing like living things.

Yan Ning's spiritual sense swept across the entire space.

"No Alien Race..."

Without hesitation, he rushed toward the distorted node at the edge of the space.

The second space was a cluster of floating islands, with countless rocks suspended in midair. Yan Ning stepped onto a boulder and swept his gaze across the surroundings.

"Strange. There isn't even a shadow."

The third space was filled with thick purple fog, with visibility under a hundred meters.

The Chaos Bell at Yan Ning's brow trembled faintly, and invisible ripples scattered the mist.

"Another dead end..."

The fourth space was a scorching world of lava, with boiling magma churning beneath his feet.

Yan Ning hovered in midair, the flames on his War Blade reflecting the glow of the magma.

The fifth space was a mirrored maze, where countless reflections of Yan Ning darted through the mirrors.

He snorted and smashed every mirror with a single slash.

"What a waste of time!"

The sixth, the seventh, the eighth... the tenth.

When he entered the eleventh Forbidden Space, Yan Ning finally sensed a powerful surge of energy.

The space was occupied by a blood-red lake.

Twelve Sealed Kings of the Demon Clan were resting by the lakeshore, their arrogant laughter echoing through the space.

"Hmm, someone's here!"

"Wait, it's Demon Flame King!"

The leading Lion-Head Demon was the first to spot Yan Ning and roared excitedly.

Yan Ning's lips curled into a cold smile.

"Finally... I've found my prey."

"Kill!"

Both sides roared almost at the same time. Twelve figures shot into the sky and collided with Yan Ning's crimson-gold divine flames!

"It's Demon Flame King!"

A Crocodile-Head Demon with Bone Spikes on his back howled excitedly, the giant axe in his hands glowing blood-red.

"He's got a Domain Type treasure!"

"Kill him!"

The twelve Sealed Kings of the Demon Clan immediately fanned out, forming a net around him.

The leading Lion-Head Demon laughed wildly, his golden mane stirring despite the lack of wind. "The treasure is ours!"

"Hahahaha!"

A Snake-Tail Demon with a human torso flicked his tongue.

"We're lucky. We're the first to find him!"

A cold glint flashed in Yan Ning's eyes, but his lips curled into a bloodthirsty smile.

Instead of backing down, he charged straight at the twelve Sealed Kings of the Demon Clan!

"Good!"

The Chaos Bell trembled faintly in his sea of consciousness, and invisible ripples through time and space spread in an instant!

"Vmmm—"

Time in the entire Blood Lake space abruptly slowed. The twelve Sealed Kings of the Demon Clan became sluggish in an instant!

"What?!"

The Lion-Head Demon was horrified. Even the motion of raising his paw had slowed to a crawl.

"Is this... the Time Law?!"

"No!"

The Snake-Tail Demon shrieked.

"It's the effect of a Domain Type treasure!"

Yan Ning's figure had already split into nine afterimages, each wielding a blazing War Blade. "Yan God Codex—Skyburner Ninefold!"

Nine streaks of sword light descended like heavenly punishment, striking nine Sealed Kings of the Demon Clan at once!

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

The sound of flesh being torn rang out one after another. Before the nine Sealed Kings of the Demon Clan could even cry out, their divine bodies were directly annihilated by 30%!

"Damn it! How is he so strong?! He's at the Peak King level!"

"This is bad! The intelligence was wrong. We're no match for him—run!"

How could Yan Ning let them get away?

"Trying to run?"

A cold glint flashed in Yan Ning's eyes. The Chaos Bell in his sea of consciousness trembled again, and a deeper, more resonant chime echoed through the void.

"Dong—"

Invisible ripples through time and space surged outward like a tide. The Sealed Kings of the Demon Clan who had just broken free froze again, their movements slowing by more than tenfold!

"N-no... impossible!"

The Lion-Head Demon realized in horror that the speed advantage he had gained by burning his divine power was gone.

"His Domain Type treasure can restrain us twice in such a short time!"

They had no idea that Yan Ning wasn't using a treasure at all.

And this wasn't even close to his full strength. He was just giving the bell a casual shake!

Yan Ning's figure became a crimson-gold streak of lightning, appearing behind the Snake-Tail Demon at the edge of the group.

"The first."

His War Blade swept through with casual ease, and the Snake-Tail Demon's head flew high into the air, disbelief still lingering in his eyes.

"Bastard!"

The Crocodile-Head Demon roared and turned, swinging his giant axe down in a flash of blood-red light.

Yan Ning didn't dodge. He flicked a finger with his left hand.

"Clang!"

The giant axe snapped in two. The Crocodile-Head Demon's palm split open, blood pouring from the wound.

"The second."

A flash of sword light, and the Crocodile-Head Demon's massive body split cleanly in two!

"Scatter and run!"

The Lion-Head Demon was completely panicked.

"Every one that escapes is one less to die!"

The remaining nine Sealed Kings of the Demon Clan fled in different directions, frantically burning their divine power and even sacrificing their foundations.

Yan Ning gave a cold laugh and flashed about like a ghost.

"Pfft!"

The third Sealed King of the Demon Clan was stabbed in the back, 50% of his divine body annihilated in an instant!

"Argh!!"

The Six-Winged Bird Demon let out a shrill scream, but Yan Ning's second strike was already upon him.

"The third."

The sword light flashed, severing all six wings!

Yan Ning didn't slow down. He sped after his next target.

"P-please don't kill me!"

A Turtle-Shell Demon pleaded in terror.

"Silence."

The sword light pierced through his shell, and the Turtle-Shell Demon, whose defense was the strongest, died instantly!

"The fourth."

Yan Ning's figure flickered through the air above the Blood Lake. Every time he appeared, another Sealed King of the Demon Clan fell.

Each time a red sword light illuminated the entire space, it meant another member of the Demon Clan had died.

"The fifth."

"The sixth."

When the eleventh Sealed King of the Demon Clan fell, the only one left, the Lion-Head Demon, had already reached the edge of the space.

"Almost there. I'm about to get out!"

The Lion-Head Demon rejoiced.

"The twelfth."

A cold voice sounded behind him, and the Lion-Head Demon's fur stood on end!

He turned around in despair and saw Yan Ning's War Blade about to strike between his brows!

The blade rapidly grew larger in the Lion-Head Demon's pupils, its crimson-gold flames reflecting his twisted, terrified face.

"No—!!"

The Lion-Head Demon let out one last desperate howl and flailed his claws, trying to make a final stand.

But—

"Crack!"

The War Blade cleaved through his head without resistance, its edge continuing downward to split the Lion-Head Demon's massive body in two!

"Boom!"

Yan Ning's left hand curled into a claw and plunged into the Lion-Head Demon's split chest. He clenched his fingers, crushing the Demon's divine body.

"Ahhh—"

The Lion-Head Demon's two halves convulsed violently as his divine body visibly disintegrated. A cold glint flashed in Yan Ning's eyes, and the crimson-gold flames on his War Blade suddenly surged!

"Burn!"

The terrifying flames instantly swallowed the Lion-Head Demon's remains, burning away every last inch of his divine body.

The Immortal Divine Power that tried to reassemble him melted away like snow under the flames, empowered by the Chaos Bell.

"Damn Zerg Clan, feeding us false intel..."