After a brief clash of Divine Ability powers--
The outcome is decided.
Divine Yang Martial Lord on the sea, his golden robes spotless, his Qi and Blood surging, as if boiling the surrounding seawater.
In his right hand, he held a heart that was still beating on its own. It was the natal demon heart of the Demon Lord Baiyu, and wisps of pure white cold air swirled around it, yet it could not harm the golden-robed youth in the slightest.
The four enormous corpses of demon lords floated on the sea, their deaths extremely gruesome. Their demon souls had been extracted and then, along with their remaining demon bodies, were sent to the Purple-Gold Heavenly Gate high in the sky to be suppressed.
At this point, four of the five demon lords have departed.
Two golden-white lights flashed, accompanied by a mournful howl, and the Crimson Fire Crow, its body flowing with purple flames, landed heavily on the volcano that had turned into a snow mountain.
The old demon king, covered in blood, with its wings severed by Chen Shuangbai, lay alone on the snow-capped mountain, its aura weaker than ever before, its crimson bird eyes filled with despair and resentment.
He looked at the four demon lord corpses floating on the sea, then at Chen Shuangbai standing on the Heavenly Gate, expressionless and looking down at him, and at the Divine Yang Martial Lord below, whose golden robes were stained with blood and whose Sha Qi aura soared to the sky. Suddenly, he let out a shrill laugh.
Chen Shuangbai landed in front of the old crow.
Humans are so small in the face of this Crimson Fire Crow, yet looking down at this enormous creature, the sword blade, gleaming with golden light, rests between his brows!
Hahaha... Hahahaha...
The laughter sounded extremely terrifying.
It was filled with sorrow and irony.
It's unclear whether he's mocking himself or the current situation.
"I have cultivated for over two thousand years, enduring countless hardships to finally achieve the Nascent Soul, establish the Crimson Fire Cave, and dominate this region... I thought that although I had no hope of Spirit Transformation in this life, I could still live a carefree and peaceful old age..."
He raised his head, staring intently at Chen Shuangbai, his voice hoarse and shrill. "I never imagined that in the end, I would be defeated by a junior cultivator like you, who has cultivated for two hundred years!"
"It's all about the victor being king and the loser being villain. Now you're saying all this, do you still expect me to spare your life?"
That's all the sword immortal said.
Upon hearing this, the Crimson Flame Demon Lord let out another bitter laugh, "Yes... in the end, it's the difference in strength that has led to this calamity... I accept it!"
"Stop! Let go of my ancestor!"
A streak of fire erupted from the sea, revealing Crimson Fire Crow engulfed in purple flames, its eyes bloodshot. A violent power emanated from its demonic body, and it stared at Chen Shuangbai with eyes full of hatred.
A slightly chilly breeze ruffled a corner of Chen Shuangbai feather robe, causing it to flutter high. She slowly raised her free hand and gently flicked it towards the sea not far away.
clang!
A beam of golden light shot out; it was a magic ring.
The magic ring moved with a roar, and in just a moment it landed on the Crimson Fire Crow that was about to self-destruct. Then... after a deafening explosion, only a broken demon body remained, crashing onto the beach at the edge of the snow mountain.
The old demon lord, whose wings had been severed, widened his eyes in disbelief and hissed incessantly, repeatedly shouting, "Fool! Fool!"
"I sent you away a long time ago, why did you come back?!"
Why!
The tattered body of the Crimson Fire Crow Demon, with only one remaining bird eye, stared at the Crimson Flame Demon Lord eyes were weeping blood. It coughed heavily twice, as if coughing up its heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys all at once. Its breath rapidly declined, and it murmured almost in a dreamlike state:
"My father is dead, and now you are going to die... How can I... How can I... live on..."
Chen Shuangbai recognized him.
Back in Ning Country, he had his physical body severed by himself. This is the direct descendant of the Crimson Blaze Demon Lord, the Demon King Junli.
This must be someone who has possessed the body of a younger person, attempting to live another life!
The old demon suddenly took a deep breath, as if replenishing some strength for its severely injured body. Using its enormous bird head, it kowtowed heavily to Chen Shuangbai, the force of which shook the snow-capped mountain.
"Sword Immortal! The esteemed Far-Reaching Luminous Sword Immortal!"
"I am willing to offer my demon soul, my Demon Core, and even all the treasures of the Crimson Fire Cave —my entire life's treasures—just for you... just for you..."
The old demon wept uncontrollably, pleading desperately.
But Chen Shuangbai remained silent, only staring coldly at him.
This old fire crow, who had cultivated for nearly a thousand years and was a Nascent Soul Middle Stage demon lord who dominated one side, was now like a stray dog, crawling at the enemy's feet, sobbing and begging.
"I only beg you... to spare my grandson..."
His voice was extremely hoarse, mixed with the ever-flowing demon blood, and filled with deep despair.
On the beach.
As Junli dying, blood and tears mingled in his single remaining eye, dripping onto the snow with a hissing sound.
"Grandpa... don't beg... him..."
No matter how much they pleaded, cried, or put on a touching display of affection between grandfather and grandson, Chen Shuangbai remained expressionless as she looked at him. In her dark, deep eyes, crimson crescent moons slowly turned, revealing no trace of emotion.
Until Jun Junli breathed his last.
The wingless Nascent Soul Middle Stage demon lord roared to the sky, filled with endless grief and indignation, before being pierced through the head by a Sword Intent formed from golden-white light, thus following in the footsteps of his offspring.
From the very beginning, Chen Shuangbai had no intention of saving the lives of any of the Crimson Fire Crow left behind on this volcano by the Crimson Fire Cave.
Leaving yourself with future troubles is the most foolish thing to do!
Clang!
Two beams of colorful light descended from the Purple-Gold Heavenly Gate, sweeping away the physical bodies and demon souls of the Crimson Flame Demon Lord and the Demon King Junli, leaving only an ancient Bronze lamp that landed crisply on the snow.
In addition, there was the animal hide from that ancient battle formation diagram.
Chen Shuangbai stepped forward, put the animal hide into his robes, and held the ancient lamp in his left hand.
The light of Divine Ability gradually spread from the lamp body, and suddenly the golden-red flame on the lamp swelled up violently, and a burning pain came from the palm of the hand.
Shenyang walked up from the side, looked at the [ Bing Sun Divine Lamp ], his eyes flickered slightly, and said, "After all, it is one of the ten symbols of the sun; it should be refined slowly."
Chen Shuangbai nodded slightly and used his Divine Ability to suppress the somewhat riotous divine lamp, handing it over to Haoming Boy for suppression as well.
A streak of azure light sped from the distant void, landing nearby and transforming into Gao Ling's figure.
The second-in-command of the Azure Wave Gao Clan, his face filled with shock and astonishment, simply said, "Sword Immortal, we have news of Su Po's whereabouts."