Futu Sky-Pillaring Spear

The Nether Demon Emperor saw Futu Yijing charging toward him and roared:

"Xuan Mo Guards!!"

Countless Xuan Mo Guards stamped the ground fiercely, their thunderous roars shaking the skies. Pitch-black battle intent surged skyward like towering waves, resembling a black ocean spreading across heaven and earth from afar.

Screech!

The terrifying battle intent condensed into a demonic figure, which swiftly raised its hand and struck at Futu Yijing.

"Buzzz!!"

Endless Light Body, activate!!

A curtain of light descended, boundless radiance forming a wall. The palm imprint slammed into the wall of light, and terrifying energy spilled from the point of impact.

On the battlefield, the pitch-black demonic figure and the radiant human figure stood on opposite sides. A wall of light divided light from darkness, with fathomless darkness on one side and ultimate radiance on the other.

Then a purple-gold figure crossed the illuminated stretch and plunged into the boundless darkness.

One pair of eyes after another, brimming with demonic intent, turned toward him.

Suddenly, endless sound waves seemed to fill heaven and earth. Demonic voices swirled as an even more terrifying demonic might awakened. Terrifying battle intent condensed, its momentum approaching that of a Demon Emperor.

The figure moved with incredible speed, a spear gripped in his hand and crystalline light erupting all over his body.

As the demonic voices entered his ears, Futu Yijing's speed actually slowed slightly.

Looking ahead, he no longer saw an army, but what seemed to be an enormous Demon Statue. The Demon Statue appeared to turn illusory, as though it could move, demonic energy swirling around it as it uttered demonic sounds that pierced the void.

Futu Yijing parted his lips slightly, and spiritual energy surged wildly back into him.

"True Dragon Precious Technique: Dragon Roar Technique!"

"Roar!!"

A dragon's roar suddenly resounded through heaven and earth.

The sound waves carried potent true dragon intent, clashing against the demonic voices.

At that instant, the battlefield seemed to hold a host of demons joining forces to suppress and slay a true dragon. Demonic shadows blotted out the sky and sun, while the true dragon soared upward, roaring without cease.

Futu Yijing stepped forward, and terrifying blood energy instantly swept through heaven and earth like a storm.

He took another step. The ground trembled, and rumbling echoed without end. The demonic shadows rampaged wildly, yet the radiant human figure blocked them all.

Futu Yijing quickened his steps and pressed forward, his momentum unstoppable.

Standing at the front of the formation, the Demon Emperor bore the brunt of his charge. He raised his hand and unleashed a demonic palm.

Behind him, hundreds of demon generals also raised their hands and unleashed demonic palms.

Hundreds of demonic palms converged. Demons filled this place, suppressing the light as pitch-black demonic energy danced wildly. One demon after another stared fixedly at Futu Yijing, their terrifying black battle intent pressing down on him furiously.

"Boom!!"

The converging demonic palm hurtled straight toward Futu Yijing.

Without slowing, Futu Yijing raised his hand and punched. A fist imprint accompanied by a dragon's roar crushed its way toward the demonic palm.

"True Dragon Precious Technique: True Dragon Fist!"

With a thunderous crash, the fist's radiance shattered, and the palm imprint was blasted apart by the punch.

By then, Futu Yijing had reached the Xuan Mo Guards. He reached out and seized a demon general's head.

Ignoring the terror in the demon general's eyes, his emotions utterly unshaken, he tightened his grip and crushed the demon general's head outright.

In an instant, hundreds of demon generals lunged at Futu Yijing, seemingly without end.

"Mayflies trying to shake a tree!" Futu Yijing's true dragon bloodline boiled, and a dragon's roar shot into the clouds.

Boundless divine radiance flickered across heaven and earth around him. With one sweep of his spear, everything was destroyed.

Futu Yijing strode forward, charging into the Xuan Mo Guards' ranks.

"Xuan Mo Guards, form up!!" roared the Demon Emperor commanding them.

Upon receiving the order, the Xuan Mo Guards reacted swiftly, forming an array with Futu Yijing right at its center.

"Xuan Mo Formation!! Seal!!"

As the Demon Emperor roared, a pitch-black curtain of light enveloped Futu Yijing.

Futu Yijing stopped in his tracks and swiftly scanned his surroundings.

There was no light anywhere. Futu Yijing seemed to stand in a place where the sun never shone, like a prisoner confined within it.

Suddenly, endless sound waves emanated from the Xuan Mo Formation and seeped into Futu Yijing's ears. A figure emerged from the darkness ahead, blood-red demonic light radiating from his entire body.

The sound waves continued, and boundless demonic light shone upon the demonic figure. Then he stepped forward and lunged at Futu Yijing, moving as swiftly as a streak of demonic light. He unleashed a plain, unadorned punch that seemed capable of shaking past and present and piercing the void.

The punch radiated supreme demonic energy, suppressing heaven, earth, and the void, shattering all techniques through sheer strength.

Brilliant radiance flowed over Futu Yijing's entire body as he threw a punch, meeting his opponent's fist. At that instant, he felt towering demonic intent within the opposing fist, seeking to destroy his internal organs, as though boundless demonic might were seeping into his body.

Futu Yijing grunted, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

"This is the interior of the Xuan Mo Formation. The power of countless demon generals is concentrated upon me. Here, I am king!!"

The Demon Emperor's aura was immensely powerful, approaching that of a Profound-Rank Demon Emperor.

Futu Yijing's expression turned grim.

Before him stood a Demon Emperor who held every advantage of timing and terrain, further empowered by the formation.

This was completely different from Futu Yijing's battle against the Western Heaven War Emperor back then.

Now, both sides were fighting to the death and had brought out their trump cards. Being a step behind in cultivation realm could put him at a disadvantage.

Taking down this Demon Emperor might not be easy. I'll have to draw away nearly half the spiritual energy in the Human Emperor Seal.

That means this expedition might not last much longer.

Besides, this is the Demon Domain. Heaven and earth are filled with demonic energy we can't absorb.

Every bit of spiritual energy spent is one bit less remaining.

Black Piece and White Piece also sensed the danger facing their original body. Their expressions turned exceedingly grim, and they frantically cycled through hand seals.

But the two Demon Emperors clearly would not give them a chance to support Futu Yijing.

Seeing Futu Yijing sealed within the Xuan Mo Formation, the two Demon Emperors' morale soared, and their attacks grew even fiercer.

"Damn it!" Black Piece and White Piece looked troubled.

Elsewhere, Yi Jian Heavenly Sovereign and the others were fighting the Fan Profound Demon Emperor, clearly unable to spare any attention for that side.

They had not expected their opponent to have such a move up his sleeve, either. Their expressions were extremely grave.

Futu Yijing raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He lifted his spear, his gaze icy.

"If you want to kill me inside this formation, then go ahead and try!"

He pressed his right hand against the spear. Futu Yijing absorbed nearly half the spiritual energy within the Human Emperor Seal into his body, then poured all of it into the spear.

"I received you from my ancestor. It's time I made your name known," Futu Yijing murmured.

The spear seemed to sense Futu Yijing's resolve. The blood energy upon it erupted instantly, releasing several Demon Emperor shadows that empowered him.

Futu Yijing's eyes turned blood-red, and his long black hair instantly became vivid red.

"Futu Sky-Pillaring Spear, help me slay demons!!" Futu Yijing shouted in a low voice.

"True Dragon Precious Technique: Black Dragon Severs the Firmament!!"