As Yuanen Yehui's ninth Soul Skill, " Demon Passage," was activated, the purplish-black light gate gradually stabilized, and a low roar began to emanate from the other side of the gate.
The sound was wild and violent, sending chills down one's spine.
Immediately afterwards, one after another, Three-Headed Hellhound stepped out of the gate of light. Their eyes were like burning embers, and each of their three heads revealed sharp fangs. Saliva dripped from the corners of their mouths, emitting a nauseating stench.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the gate, the size and power of the Demon Legion far exceeded people's imagination.
Each of the great demons was like a moving mountain, over ten meters tall, with enormous wings that seemed to blot out the sky, long, curved horns on their heads like sharp scythes, and a ferocious appearance, exuding an extremely terrifying dark aura.
They are the backbone of the Demon Legion, and it is they who support the opening of the gate, ensuring that the Demon Legion can enter Douluo Star.
As the portal stabilized, more demonic creatures rushed out from within.
Small, pure white imps emerged one after another. Although they were small in size, they were spellcasters in the demon world, skilled at manipulating dark energy and casting various negative spells. Their presence made the Demon Legion's combat power more diverse and unpredictable.
Following the lesser demons, a series of goat-like, jet-black demons with flames on their feet charged out. They were massive, their bodies wreathed in flames, incredibly fast, and unleashed powerful fire attacks. The lesser demons leaped onto their backs, a combination that greatly enhanced the Demon Legion's combat power and survivability.
In addition, many more kinds of demons surged out of the portal like a tide, their numbers seemingly endless.
"These are the creatures from the Demon Plane?"
Chen Xinjie, watching all this from the shadows through the camera, narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Indeed, even the weakest vanguard troops are at least at the level of human Soul Master at the second or third ring. You know what, they're really not weak," Yun Ming analyzed.
"So what?" Chen Xinjie didn't care at all. "If a conflict breaks out, do you think we'd be stupid enough to fight them head-on? With such a huge technological gap, a hundred or so Fixed Soul Cannon Shell could solve the problem. Their attack range isn't even as far as ours. The initiative is entirely in our hands."
"Too."
As time went by, the light from the portal began to flicker, as if it might collapse at any moment.
The nine great demons seemed to have reached their limit; their wings began to tremble, and their ferocious faces showed signs of exhaustion.
Although their power is immense, maintaining such a channel connecting two planes also consumes a huge amount of energy.
Just then, a deafening roar shattered the clamor of the battlefield, a sound filled with rage and domineering power.
Suddenly, the nine Demon Gate emitted a dazzling light. They began to rotate and merge, eventually becoming one, forming an enormous gate of light.
This portal was more stable than the previous one, and the power it emitted was even more terrifying.
Immediately afterwards, a towering and terrifying figure slowly emerged from the portal of light.
He was over thirty meters tall, like a moving mountain, his whole body covered in purple-gold scales, and a pair of sharp, curved horns on his head, each three meters long, seemingly capable of piercing through any obstacle.
Although this demon lord's appearance was strikingly similar to a human's, his eyes revealed only endless cruelty and cunning.
A pair of enormous wings formed from purple flames stretched out from its back, each flap of which stirred up a scorching storm.
The greatsword in his hand, a purplish-gold flame, radiated Destruction heat, as if it could incinerate everything.
As soon as he appeared, the surrounding space began to distort violently, as if the Plane Power was frantically repelling this powerful being.
This repulsive force was like a gentle breeze to the Demon Lord; he merely smiled coldly, a smile filled with disdain and greed for this world.
The appearance of the Demon Lord Alba signifies that the true leader of the Demon Legion has arrived on Douluo Star.
However, when these powerful Demon Legion appeared on the land of Douluo Star, all they saw was a lone human being.
He was dressed in white, the hem of his robes fluttering gently in the wind, like a tranquil painting.
He is handsome with well-defined and harmonious features, and has a gentle temperament that gives people a feeling of warmth and comfort.
The human stood there quietly, hands in his pockets, seemingly oblivious to the thousands of the Demon Legion before him.
His aura was calm and indifferent; judging from it, he seemed no different from an ordinary person, with nothing particularly special about him. But it was precisely this calmness and indifference that caused the vanguard of the Demon Legion to involuntarily slow their pace.
This piqued the interest of Alba, the demon lord and leader of the vanguard Demon Legion.
"My messenger, tell me, who is he?"
Alba suddenly felt uneasy and asked Yuanen Yehui, who was standing next to him.
"Your Majesty, I don't know either."
Yuanen Yehui answered Alba with great respect.
"Interesting." Alba immediately turned his gaze to the white-clad figure before him, his voice booming like thunder, making one's eardrums ache. "In this world, there is actually someone who can withstand the overwhelming power of the Demon Legion. You will become my first sacrifice."
Wow, you speak with such class!
The man in white smiled slightly and said in a slightly exaggerated tone.
"Looks like I need to learn a lot from you to improve my ability to show off."
The demon lord Alba frowned slightly, then a cruel smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
"Dare to provoke me? You have quite the courage." Alba sneered. "Before absolute power, you will be reduced to dust. Weak human, Demon Legion, heed my command! Charge forth, tear these humans to shreds, and then conquer Douluo Star!"
Despite the provocation from the demon lord Alba, the man in white remained calm, only offering a faint smile as he gently shook his index finger.
"Just you guys? That probably isn't enough."
The next second, the white-clad man's Martial Soul Possession, eight rings flashed out, and terrifying lightning power spread out.
Suddenly, dark clouds filled the sky, and thunder rumbled, as if the heavens were angry and the people were resentful.
A massive, dense barrage of lightning descended from the sky, landing within the enormous Demon Legion.
These thunderbolts were not ordinary lightning; they contained the incomparably noble Heavenly Thunder Attribute, which was most effective against creatures like demons.
Each bolt of lightning was like a wildly dancing Thunder Dragon, carrying Destruction power, moving with ease and abandon, as easily as clearing away weeds.
The pitiful Demon Legion, though powerful, was as fragile as paper before this man's thunderous might.
The power of thunder swept across, and in the blink of an eye, the entire Demon Legion was annihilated.
The bodies of the greater demons turned to ashes in the lightning, and the spells of the lesser demons were powerless against it; everything paled in comparison to the power of the thunder.
The entire battlefield was enveloped in the brilliance of thunder, and the roar of thunder became the sole dominant melody.
The roars and howls of the Demon Legion ceased abruptly under the power of the thunder, replaced by the booming of thunder and the screams of the Demon Legion.
The demon lord Alba's expression finally changed; he had not expected this human to be so powerful and terrifying.
He single-handedly wiped out his Demon Legion?
A flicker of fear crossed Alba's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by rage. He roared, brandishing his purple-gold flaming greatsword, ready to take the field himself.
But in the next second, the man in white was already in front of him.
Its speed was so fast that it almost achieved the effect of Teleportation...
When... did he come to me?
Looking at the human in front of him, Alba unconsciously swallowed.
He clearly didn't use any power at all!
The man in white looked at Alba with a smile.
"On behalf of Douluo Star, I welcome you and extend my warmest greetings."
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly threw a punch at Alba. The punch was simple and direct, without any fancy moves, but it contained unparalleled power.
As the man in white threw his fist, the surrounding space seemed unable to withstand the force, shattering instantly and creating numerous cracks.
These cracks spread out like a spider web, devouring everything around them, even distorting the light.
The power of this punch caused the entire space to tremble instantly, as if even the Plane Power paled in comparison to it.
The fist struck Alba squarely in the chest. In that instant, Alba's entire body caved in. His purple-gold scales were as fragile as paper in the face of this force, utterly unable to withstand it.
Blood splattered everywhere, and Alba spat out a jet of blood. His life force almost vanished completely in the blink of an eye.
The power of that punch was so terrifying that Alba's massive body was sent flying back into the portal like a kite with a broken string.
His body glided through the portal of light, eventually disappearing into the depths of the purplish-black portal.
The remaining demons witnessed this scene, and their eyes revealed an unprecedented fear.
The demon lord Alba, the invincible being in their hearts, was actually defeated by a single punch from the man in white...
No.
It was a blazing instant kill...
The man in white was Yu Longyue. Looking at the remaining demons, his smile grew increasingly friendly.
"This generous gift of life, along with the power of the Demon Plane, is something I'll gladly accept without hesitation."
"I'm truly grateful to you all. You even boosted my combat power before the final battle. Thank you so much, I thank your whole family, no, my ancestors for eighteen generations."