Two monarchs down

Feeling the oppressive aura that made even him uneasy, Wujie glanced at the trembling demons below and cursed himself for having the worst luck of the day.

He truly hadn't expected Alba to cause such a huge mess this time.

Not only did he perish in the Douluo Plane, but he also attracted such a terrifying enemy—Does Alba even have a brain?!

Huo Yuhao scanned the demons below, quickly focusing his attention on Wuliao, the strongest among them.

Is this what Wuliao is?

It's a Three-Headed Hellhound —it just doesn't seem like the kind of creature that's cunning and treacherous.

But Alba's incident has proven that Wuliao is indeed cunning and scheming, and Alba is indeed not as smart as this dog, so Huo Yuhao will not be careless.

Wujie was feeling agitated when he suddenly felt Huo Yuhao's gaze fall on him at the same time. He froze, so much so that he ignored the dimensional portal next to him.

Just then, a furious roar suddenly erupted from the dimensional portal, "Wujie!"

Alba burst forth from the dimensional portal. His armor shattered, his body covered in blood, and his purplish-gold vertical pupils burned with boundless rage. Behind him, the remaining Great Demon followed closely, their eyes also fixed on Wuliao with hatred.

The demons loyal to Alba suddenly looked up, their eyes wide.

The king isn't dead? The king has returned?

Wujie also jolted awake, snapping out of Huo Yuhao's death stare. He turned his gaze to Alba and exclaimed in shock, "Alba, you're still alive?"

"You're disappointed that I didn't die, aren't you?"

Alba sneered and bowed to Huo Yuhao, saying, "My Master, I request permission to fight and kill this treacherous demon to settle this score."

"Lord, Master?"

Upon hearing Alba's address to Huo Yuhao, the demons were in an uproar, instantly realizing that Alba had already sided with Huo Yuhao, and Wuliao felt a strong sense of unease.

If it was speculation before, it's now confirmed.

The human man before them must be a god; only in this way could they make Alba, a powerhouse close to God Rank, submit and act as if he were completely subservient to the other party.

However, when facing a god, a direct confrontation is clearly not advisable.

Wuliao, made a decision almost as soon as Alba's request was made.

He quickly bowed towards Huo Yuhao and the other two, saying, "My lords, I am willing to submit to you like Alba, and fight for you in the future. Please spare my life."

Since a direct confrontation is not an option, then submission is the best course of action. As long as he kneels quickly enough, in the correct posture, and with a sincere attitude, these deities will likely not mind gaining another obedient lackey.

The air suddenly became eerily quiet.

Alba, who was waiting for Huo Yuhao to speak so he could rush up and tear Wuliao apart, suddenly froze, an expression of disbelief on his face.

That bastard Wujie, does he still have any pride as Demon Lord?

Surrendering before the war even begins?! Where am I supposed to vent my rage?!

Alba and the Yuanen family, who had just come out, subconsciously looked at Huo Yuhao.

If Huo Yuhao were to accept Wuliao, they would clearly be unable to exact revenge.

Even Huo Yuhao and his two companions were somewhat surprised by Wuliao's attitude, but Huo Yuhao ignored Wuliao's defection and simply nodded to Alba and Yuanen's family.

"Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor. Today, let us settle our grievances and avenge our wrongs!"

Alba and Yuanen's family were overjoyed.

With Huo Yuhao's arrival, justice will prevail!

Wuliao's face instantly turned ashen.

He never expected that even after kneeling so readily, this human god wouldn't even give him a chance to beg for mercy.

"Grown ups--"

He wanted to say something more, Alba had already transformed into a blur and hurtled towards him.

"Shut up!"

Alba roared, his demonic greatsword, brimming with boundless hatred, aimed straight at Wuliao's head. Even before the blade arrived, the fierce wind had already torn a deep trench in the ground.

Forced to engage, Wuliao's three heads simultaneously opened their gaping maws, spewing out three breaths of distinct attributes: shadow, Lie Yan, and corrosion, which intertwined to form a deadly fire net.

Alba forcefully cleaved through the breath attack and charged in.

In terms of strength, Alba ranks among the Demon Lord; otherwise, he wouldn't have believed Wujie's lies and launched an attack on the Douluo Plane.

As Alba approached, Wujie, who had no desire to continue the fight, tried to create some distance, but suddenly a thunderous roar like a mountain collapsing came from behind him.

"Tai Tan, shatter the heavens!"

Yuanen Zhentian had completed his transformation into the Tai Tan Avatar. His enormous body stood tall and imposing, his fists clenched together, crashing down like a falling meteor.

The three heads of the Wujie simultaneously raised their heads, their pupils suddenly contracting.

He barely managed to raise his forelimbs to block, but was slammed into the ground by the punch, causing rocks to crumble and spiderweb-like cracks to spread outwards.

"You—" Wujie was both shocked and furious. He struggled to get up, but Yuanen Zhentian fists and Alba's sword shadows were already pouring down like a storm.

"You old fool, you've finally met your match!"

Alba slashed at the neck of Wujie on the left side of his head, and black blood splattered.

He was tricked by Wuliao into entering the Douluo Plane, nearly died, and lost all his dignity as Demon Lord. Now, he can finally rightfully reclaim everything.

The sword sliced through, leaving a deep wound that exposed bone.

The Wujie out in pain, and its middle head suddenly turned towards Alba, opening its gaping maw and spewing out dark purple hellfire, forcing Alba back.

Just when the old force had been exhausted and the new force had not yet been generated, Yuanen Zhentian's fist arrived again.

Despite having never rehearsed, the two, driven by their thirst for revenge, worked together seamlessly.

The punch landed squarely on the jaw of Wuliao's head, the immense impact causing Wuliao's head to tilt backward and breaking several of his teeth.

"Wujie, more than a decade ago, you opened the Demon Passage, unleashing carnage upon our people. My clansmen died at your hands. Now is the time for our revenge, and the time for you to pay the price!"

The battered and bruised Wujie looked at Yuanen Zhentian, whose eyes were gleaming with cold light, and realized that Yuanen Zhentian was the guy who blocked the Demon Gate back then. He completely gave up the idea of surrendering.

These humans are here seeking revenge; there's no way they'll let him go.

With this in mind, Wuliao subtly observed the situation around him and realized that while he and Yuanen Zhentian were fighting, his subordinates had been blocked by Yuanen Tiandang and Yehui and could not help him. He could only rely on himself.

He glanced at Huo Yuhao and the others, then suddenly shouted, "Wait, I have a secret that involves gods. Don't you want to hear it?"

In this predicament, he couldn't think of any way to save his life, so he could only bring up a topic that might interest everyone.

Alba and Yuanen Zhentian's offensive faltered, and they subconsciously looked at Huo Yuhao and the other two.

Huo Yuhao was speechless. "What's there to listen to? Once we capture him, we can just search his soul."

He was actually hesitating at this moment, and he seriously suspected that the blessing of fortune bestowed by the Demon Plane had a brain-damaging effect.

Wuliao:

What a vicious bastard! My life is over.

Despite his thoughts, Wuliao did not give up the idea of survival. Taking advantage of the slight pause in Alba and Yuanen Zhentian's attacks, he suddenly unleashed his power.

Boom!

A ball of pitch-black hellfire exploded from his center, and the violent shockwave forced Alba and Yuanen Zhentian back several steps. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wuliao opened his three heads at the same time, but instead of breathing, he spewed out three thick streams of black mist.

The black mist spread rapidly, enveloping an area of several thousand meters in such a dense fog that visibility was extremely low, making it difficult even for Divine Power to detect.

"Trying to run?"

Alba sneered, his purple-gold vertical pupils suddenly brightening, his penetrating power allowing him to instantly see through the black mist's disguise.

Just as he was about to draw his sword and give chase, he caught a glimpse of a spatial rift that had quietly opened in front of Wuliao.

"Don't even think about it."

-"

Alba roared and his figure transformed into a streak of purplish-black light as he charged forward. Yuanen Zhentian also attacked at the same time, his blood energy surging into the sky, and followed closely behind.

However, when their attacks landed on that figure simultaneously, the expected carnage did not occur.

The figure shattered like a bubble, turning into a cloud of black mist and dissipating.

"What?"

Alba's pupils contracted sharply.

As the black mist dissipated, Wuliao was nowhere to be seen. What remained was merely a disintegrating clone.

The real Wuliao, under the cover of his clone, had quietly escaped tens of thousands of meters away.

"It's a clone!"

Yuanen Zhentian's face turned ashen. "That beast!"

Alba's vertical pupils suddenly turned to the distance, and he activated his power of insight to the fullest extent. Finally, he caught a glimpse of the true form of Wuliao —the three-headed dog was frantically traversing the void, each flash creating a distance of thousands of meters.

Moreover, an aura comparable to Wuliao's is rapidly approaching from another direction in the Hell Plane.

"Haha, this place is really lively today, what happened?"

Laughter rolled in from afar, and a gigantic figure tore through the void, appearing in the direction Wuliao had fled.

It was a demon a head shorter Alba, covered in dark gold scales, with its four arms crossed over its chest and a smug smile on its lips.

"It's the Demon Lord Balu. His territory is far from here, so his arrival at this time means the Demon Plane is protecting Wujie."

Alba's face was somewhat gloomy.

He was all too aware of this situation.

As Son of Destiny of the Demon Plane, they are protected by fate and can escape from desperate situations—that's their basic ability. Perhaps that's a bit of an exaggeration, but within the plane, they can indeed be considered an invincible force. Even two Demon Lord Demon Lord Undying other.

but----

Alba glanced at Huo Yuhao and the other two, who had been watching the show.

Today, even the protection of the Demon Plane is of no use.

Invincible?

Then let the enemy come from the sky!

"That's quite interesting."

Huo Yuhao observed this scene with his Divine Power, seemingly with a sigh, "However, a beggar can only protect the Son of Destiny within the scope of his beggar's mask ability. Beyond that, it's up to the law spirit."

He has a lot to say on this.

He was also Son of Destiny of the Beggar Kings of Douluo Continent, but wasn't he just as powerless against Tang San Ten Thousand Years Ago?

Even the beggar-faced son is ultimately a child of the world, and the protection of fate has its Limit.

Wuliao understood this as well, so when he noticed Balu, he quickly called out, "Balu, let's go!"

The three heads of the Wujie roared, their voices echoing under the dark red sky, "Outsiders want to invade our Demon Realm! Cliff, do you see? Alba has betrayed us! He has sided with humans, wanting to kill us and become the sole ruler of the Demon Realm! We must quickly gather a large army to punish them!"

In a few words, he gave a general overview of the situation and even accused Alba of wanting to kill all the kings, thus eliminating any possibility that Balu might defect to the other side.

When Balu saw Alba chasing Wuliao, he thought the two had some kind of conflict. Now that he was closer, he heard Wuliao's words, noticed Yuanen Zhentian and Huo Yuhao and others in the distance, and also noticed Lu Dui.

"A powerful human? Is what Wuliao said true?"

Balu paused, finding it hard to believe that Alba had sided with humans, but the facts were undeniable, and he was convinced.

This made his expression serious.

The Demon Beggar's Face has been invaded, and the Demon Lord has betrayed them. This is the first time in history that such an event has occurred, and it is a crisis for the entire Beggar's Face.

His first instinct was not to flee, but to send messages to other kings and summon a large army to intercept the enemies.

And in fact, that's exactly what he did.

But this terrified Wuliao.

Because the moment Balu took action, Huo Yuhao appeared in front of Balu.

"You should have listened to him and run away quickly, even though it would have been useless—"

Reincarnation Avatar!

Emperor Sword - Seven Luminaries Return to the Void!

In Balu's shocked gaze, he only saw a brilliant sword light before his consciousness was cut off.

The moment Balu's head hit the ground, the sky suddenly split open, and a Tribulation Lightning, carrying the raging fury of the demonic beggar, struck Huo Yuhao directly.

However, the Spirit Pagoda above Huo Yuhao's head trembled slightly, and it shielded Huo Yuhao from this Tribulation Lightning.

Only Sisi of lightning struck Huo Yuhao, causing him no trouble.

Seeing that Balu was instantly killed, and that even the mighty heavens were powerless against Huo Yuhao, Wujie was utterly terrified.

These are the gods; the demons have absolutely no power to resist them!

He tried to escape, but escape was impossible. After a fierce battle and a desperate escape, he was suppressed in despair and ultimately devoured by Huo Yuhao using the Reincarnation Domain.

Upon seeing this, Yuanen Zhentian roared to the sky, his voice echoing across the land. The hatred he had harbored for over a decade exploded at this moment, transforming into a triumphant roar that reverberated for Jiujiu under the heavens.

At this fortunate moment, Yehui and Yuanen Tiandang also freed you from the followers brought by Wuliao.

Huo Yuhao searched Wujie's memories and discovered that his previous words about the gods were false. Without feeling regret, he calmly ordered, "Now that you've resolved things here, begin the attack. Divide your forces into four groups and suppress the Demon Beggar Face within five days!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and waved it, causing the Beggar's Face passage to expand once more. A vast expanse of gray-white figures surged out like a tidal wave. Skeletons, Lich, Death Knight, and Bone Dragon— the undead covering the mountains and plains—stepped onto the Demon Beggar's Face, completely dyeing the dark red sky Dead Silence Gray.

These undead were divided into four groups, led by Huo Yuhao, Gu Yuena, Snow Empress, and Alba, and quickly swept away in four directions.