Joining Forces, Purging All!

With shared interests, the five demons tacitly reached a consensus.

The five Demon King stared at the lightning spear crackling with purple lightning in Shi Jian's hand, remaining silent for a long time; they were wary of Shi Jian's combat power, yet also afraid of missing such an opportunity.

The temptation to break free from the shackles of heaven and earth was too great, so great that it was enough to make them suppress their fear of Shi Jian and gamble their lives on the table.

"Now that we've made the decision, we need to get rid of the rats in the house first."

Shi Jian put away his thunder spear and turned his gaze westward.

"What does Fellow Daoist Shi mean?"

"If the Kunyuan Secret Realm is destroyed, the outcome will be uncertain; but if we are injured or even lose most of our forces during the breakthrough, the Demon Race will also decline."

"After ten thousand years of struggle, the Profound Spirit Continent must never fall back into the hands of the Human Race."

"Let's go to the West Sea together and wipe out those two escaped bastards, as well as the Devil Cultivator from overseas, in one fell swoop, severing the last vestige of Human Race's lineage."

"In this way, even if most of us perish in the end..."

"Human Race is no longer able to resist, and my race can still dominate the Profound Spirit Continent; my Demon Race must never again be enslaved by Human Race!"

Upon hearing this, the Eight-Tentacled Demon King waved his tentacles. "Cutting the weeds and eliminating the roots is exactly what I want; the Human Race reproduces too quickly, leaving a few Nascent Soul will only create trouble a few thousand years later."

"Then let's go." Shi Jian turned around.

The clouds churned in the sky, White Crane, fanning itself with a folding fan, descended as a streak of white light. "Fellow Daoists, how could I be absent from such a wonderful occasion?"

"The flesh and blood of those Devil Cultivator from the West Sea must taste quite unique."

White Crane arrived quietly, and seven Nascent Soul demons gathered here.

After reaching a tacit understanding, seven long rainbows pierced the heavens and the earth; they instantly rose from the ground, tore through the sky, and headed straight for the boundless West Sea.

West Sea, Yama Archipelago.

This is the stronghold of overseas Devil Cultivator. Three hundred years ago, the Devil Cultivator were suppressed by the three sects of the Wei Kingdom and could only hide here.

However, as time went on, the islands in the West Sea were developed into a monolithic entity.

The formations were layered upon layered, and demonic energy soared into the sky.

Main island, Yama Hall.

The newly ascended Demon True Lord, Youquan, sat high upon the throne of white bones.

His face was effeminate, and his body was shrouded in a dense aura of Blood Sha; below him, Xuanlie and True Lord Zhaohuo, their faces slightly pale, were sitting upright in the guest seats.

"Fellow Daoists, I am deeply gratified that you have come to join us, bringing with you the strength and resources of the Grand Purity Sect."

Youquan toyed with a blood-red skull cup and chuckled, "The situation on the continent is changing rapidly these days. It's truly a pity that the nine provinces of the central and western regions have fallen into the hands of the Demon Race."

"But no matter how arrogant Shi Jian, he would never dare to set foot in my West Sea."

Xuanlie nodded slightly, relaxing a bit, and said, "The West Sea Grand Formation was left behind by the ancient sages of the demonic path, and it is connected to the Boundless Sea, so it must be indestructible."

"Although Shi Jian is strong, the Demon Race is unfamiliar with formations, so even they can only sigh in despair upon arriving here."

Zhaohuo nodded in agreement. "If we rest and recuperate here, we might have a chance to return to the mainland a few hundred years from now, when the Demon Race is in turmoil."

Youquan laughed loudly, "Exactly! My West Sea Demonic Path has a complete lineage and abundant resources. As long as..."

Boom--!

A deafening roar interrupted Youquan's words.

The entire Yama Hall shook violently, and the defensive array patterns on the dome of the palace flickered wildly, emitting a piercing tearing sound.

"What's going on?!" Youquan suddenly stood up, and his Blood Sha aura erupted.

Xuanlie and Zhaohuo exchanged a glance, the last glimmer of hope in their hearts completely vanished, replaced by an indescribable fear.

The three rushed out of the main hall and looked up.

The once clear sky has now turned into a deathly gray-black.

The seven Nascent Soul Dao powers, like seven great mountains, pressed down heavily on the Yama Archipelago, causing countless low-level cultivators to immediately kneel on the ground, unable to control themselves.

The island's protective formation could only barely hold on.

Shi Jian stood in the center, wielding the Thunder Firmament Dragon-Slaying Spear, with purple-gold lightning leaping at its tip; White Crane spread his wings, blotting out the sky, and the sea of clouds churned; Yuan Shan leaned on a giant pillar, resembling a demon god; the four demons— Mountain-Moving, Sea-Overturning, Eight-Tentacled, and Abyss Fish —each occupied a side, sealing off all escape routes.

The Seven Demon King!

Xuanlie's legs went weak, and he almost turned and ran away again:

"Why... why are they all here?!"

Youquan's face was ashen, but he forced himself to remain calm and raised his head to shout, "Fellow Demon King! My West Sea Devil Cultivator and the Myriad Demon Domain have never interfered with each other. Why have you invaded our territory today?"

Shi Jian looked down at Youquan without even glancing at him.

"Break the formation!"

Boom!

The Thunder Firmament Dragon-Slaying Spear flew out of his hand, transforming into a purple-gold thunder dragon, carrying the resentment of the dragon's soul, and crashed fiercely into the island's protective formation.

Click!

The light barrier shattered, and spiritual power trembled; the demonic array, which was said to be indestructible and borrowed the power of the boundless ocean, only managed to withstand one attack before the light barrier, like glass, exploded with a deafening roar.

Kill! Leave no one alive!

At Shi Jian's command, all the demons charged out.

The massacre then began.

With a wave of his folding fan, White Crane unleashed a torrential downpour of clouds, instantly shredding thousands of low-level Devil Cultivator into pieces, staining the island crimson with blood mist.

Yuan Shan swung his towering pillar, sweeping away half a mountain peak with a single blow, smashing hundreds of Foundation Establishment cultivators into a bloody pulp.

The Eight-Tentacled Demon King's tentacles pierced into various parts of the island, dragging out the hiding cultivators and stuffing them into its gaping maw to devour them continuously.

"Shi Jian! You've gone too far!"

Youquan's eyes were bloodshot with rage. His painstakingly built empire was as fragile as paper in front of the seven Demon King. He roared and unleashed a white bone banner, a sea of blood rising to the sky, which rushed straight at Shi Jian.

"Noisy."

Shi Jian raised his hand, and the thunder spear flew back into his palm; he took a step forward, instantly piercing through the sea of blood, and appeared in front of Youquan.

Thunder roared forth!

The spear thrust out, piercing straight through Youquan's chest.

The raging Dao of Lightning source instantly destroyed Youquan's physical body, along with his nascent Nascent Soul, turning them into ashes in the purple-gold lightning.

The only newly promoted Demonic True Lord in the West Sea couldn't even withstand a single move.

He was killed with a single shot!

Xuanlie and Zhaohuo were filled with despair.

Their prized heritage, their long-held escape route, are nothing but a joke in the face of absolute violence.

"Split up and escape!"

Zhaohuo roared, flames erupted around him, and he transformed into a streak of fire that shot into the deep sea.

Xuanlie then unleashed the last few life-saving magic Law Treasure of the Grand Purity Sect, frantically fleeing in the opposite direction, constantly trying to escape.

Can they escape?

The Mountain-Moving Demon King sneered and suddenly raised both hands upwards.

The sea surface, spanning a radius of a hundred miles, instantly rose a thousand feet, transforming into a wall of water that forcefully slapped True Lord Zhaohuo back.

The Abyss Fish Demon King flashed and appeared directly behind Zhaohuo, swallowing him whole and letting out a satisfied burp.

On the other side, Xuanlie had only rushed ten miles when he was locked onto by Shi Jian's Divine Sense.

"The Grand Purity Sect's debts need to be settled."

Lightning flashed between Shi Jian's brows; his Soul Lightning moved with a single thought!

Xuanlie froze. The protective magic Law Treasure of the Grand Purity Sect were simply no match for this kind of attack that directly targeted the soul.

Shi Jian raised his hand and threw out the Thunder Spear. The purple-gold light instantly pierced Xuanlie's head, pinning him firmly to a reef.

Xuanlie's Nascent Soul let out a shrill scream and dissipated inch by inch amidst the thunderous roar.