Clatter—
In the desolate expanse of the ancient city district, the sound of dragging chains echoed, startlingly loud, startling many. Even powerhouses of Ye Chen and Daochu's caliber grew solemn, sensing several terrifyingly powerful auras rapidly approaching.
"Be careful. Truly fearsome creatures have appeared, likely no weaker than the fifth level of the Divine Transformation Realm," the Saint of the Northern Netherworld Family warned, his voice filled with vigilance.
Roar—
Suddenly, a terrifying roar erupted, scattering the thick mist and haze, restoring clarity. Ahead, a massive beast charged toward them, accompanied by howling winds that caused the entire ancient city district to rumble.
It was a fearsome Dragon-Scaled Lion, its entire body covered in dense, hard scales. Its eyes glowed crimson, entwined with sinister black energy. Its pillar-like limbs were restrained by pitch-black chains, exuding a demonic aura that made people's expressions change.
Undoubtedly, this was a very powerful Dragon-Scaled Lion. But it was also astonishing because this lion was clearly under control. The four black demonic chains restrained it, causing it to fall and become a Demonic Lion, evidently controlled by the alien race demons.
Behind it, alien race demons emerged, flapping their black bat-like wings, staring at Ye Chen and the others with sinister, murderous intent and demonic energy.
"Everyone, be careful. This Dragon-Scaled Demonic Lion is very powerful, not easy to deal with," several Saints and Saintesses said with grave expressions, not daring to be careless.
Roar—
The Dragon-Scaled Demonic Lion roared and charged forward to attack.
"I'll handle it."
Daochu stepped forward proactively. He was a remarkably handsome and sunny young man, his body shimmering with divine radiance. With every movement, sparkling treasure light flickered, containing astonishing kingly power as he stepped into the air.
Boom—
The moment he acted, he unleashed a supreme divine technique, a powerful divine technique from the Daoyan Sacred Land. Kingly divine might rippled out, accompanied by surging, dazzling light as he strode forward, colliding head-on with the Dragon-Scaled Demonic Lion.
It must be said that Daochu was truly powerful. As the Saint of the Daoyan Sacred Land, his strength was at the False King level, a king among the younger generation.
Now, a pair of treasure wheels appeared in his hands, Dao marks interweaving and glowing. One wheel generated blazing divine fire, the other emanated dark, icy Netherfire—the dual divine fires of Yin and Yang.
The Yang Fire burned, evaporating the mist, raising the temperature of the surrounding world.
The Netherfire flickered, freezing frost, chilling people's hearts and minds.
Alternating between the Yin and Yang fires, controlled by Daochu, he strode forward. The Netherfire corroded all vitality, while the Yang Fire incinerated all vitality. The complementary union of Yin and Yang was absurdly powerful, blasting the Dragon-Scaled Lion away upon impact, sending splatters of dark, evil blood flying.
But the Dragon-Scaled Demonic Lion was also powerful, clad in dragon-scale armor. Even someone as strong as Daochu couldn't truly slay it immediately. Moreover, the Demonic Lion roared, its pitch-black demonic scales shimmering with demonic light, shooting forth streaks of black light containing fearsome corrosive evil power, attacking Daochu.
On another front, among the alien race demons, it wasn't just this one fearsome demonic beast like the Dragon-Scaled Demonic Lion. Several other terrifying fallen demonic beasts were released, each extremely powerful, no weaker than the Dragon-Scaled Demonic Lion fighting Daochu, all charging forward.
"Everyone, let's act. Resolve this quickly. I have a feeling we're about to encounter major trouble," the ethereal, fairy-like Saintess of the Northern Netherworld Family also spoke, her voice crisp like silver bells but also grave.
It was said the Purple Mansion Sacred Land had no life left. Now it seemed many spirit beasts and demonic beasts once raised here had been tamed by these demon-like alien races, transformed into savage demonic beasts.
Boom—
Ye Chen and the other Saints and Saintesses had no choice but to act.
The Saintess of Daoyan Sacred Land, the Saint and Saintess of the Northern Netherworld Family, and the Goddess of Southern Divine Mountain each confronted four fearsome demonic beasts no weaker than the Dragon-Scaled Demonic Lion, engaging in fierce battles. Divine energy surged, each move earth-shattering, causing nearby halls and pavilions to collapse in rumbles.
More alien race demons charged forward to interfere, demonic energy sweeping out, streaks of deathly black light shooting past, even attempting opportunistic sneak attacks on the powerhouses.
Zhao Tianyi let out a great roar, his black hair dancing wildly. Though not as powerful as the others, he was still a formidable young prodigy, a powerhouse in the Divine Transformation Realm, mastering various divine techniques of the Immortal Empire. A divine mirror hovered in the air, treasure light shining, a war sword clanging as he slew alien race demons trying to interfere.
Everyone was engaged in fierce combat, causing many young powerhouses who had followed from behind to change expressions, realizing the terror and power of the demonic beasts they were fighting, far beyond their ability to contend with.
Roar—
A terrifying roar sounded. A pitch-black demonic flood dragon, hundreds of zhang long, soared through the air, charging over like a mountain range, crushing and scattering large swathes of mist and haze in the ancient city district.
It could be said this demonic flood dragon was terrifyingly powerful, more so than the other demonic beasts. It possessed True Dragon bloodline, albeit thin, but its massive size indicated it was at least a fearsome demonic flood dragon of the sixth level or above in the Divine Transformation Realm.
Its appearance made everyone present change expressions, even the heirs of immortal forces, because this demonic flood dragon seemed even more terrifying and powerful than the Dragon-Scaled Demonic Lion and the other demonic beasts.
The demonic flood dragon roared, then opened its maw and spewed a jet of pitch-black dragon breath, transforming into surging demonic mist that instantly blanketed the sky, filled with sinister corrosive power. If struck, even a fifth-level Divine Transformation Realm expert would be completely dissolved and corroded, body perishing and Dao extinguished.
The powerhouses present all changed expressions. Even if they were hit, they would suffer heavy injuries.
"Focus on your fights. I'll handle this flood dragon," Ye Chen spoke. Among them, only he hadn't acted yet.
Facing the fearsome evil dragon breath, though not displaying the invincible divine might of an Immortal True King, Ye Chen activated the Holy Light Art. Immediately, his skin glowed with auspicious light, his entire body filled with holy light, as if transformed into a holy light body impervious to all arts, sacred and inviolable.
Holy light surged like a torrential flood, inundating the sky above. Instantly, over a dozen alien race demons charging forward were purified alive by the holy light, turning into wisps of smoke, utterly annihilated.
The surging holy light clashed with the dragon breath, sacred and evil colliding, sizzling loudly. Vast amounts of vapor steamed and churned, mutually canceling each other out.
"What fearsome dragon breath," even Ye Chen slightly furrowed his brows. If it were ordinary evil energy, someone as powerful as him could easily purify everything even without using all his strength.
But this dragon breath only allowed him to cancel it out, which was sufficient to prove its potency.
Swish—
He took a step, his entire body condensing into a streak of dazzling golden light that shot into the sky. Between his fingers and palms, surging holy light soared, condensing into one hundred-zhang-long holy light divine sword after another, scattering layers of mist and haze, crashing down upon the demonic flood dragon.
Crack! Evil blood splattered. The sinister scales' defense was easily broken by Ye Chen, deep enough to see bone, almost severing it into several sections. It roared in pain, then swung its dragon tail horizontally, as if about to crush the void.
Boom—
Ye Chen raised his hand to meet the skyward strike, not using any laws or divine abilities, directly confronting it with his physical body. His fingers and palms shone brilliantly, containing boundless power. With a rumble, his palm possessed immense strength, even shaking the void as it met the dragon tail.
Boom—
Blood light erupted—only it was black. The demonic flood dragon's thick tail was shattered by the palm strike, white bone exposed, demonic blood flowing, corroding entire swathes of buildings.
The demonic flood dragon roared in pain, its eyes crimson, long having lost reason. But at this moment, its massive, mountain-like demonic body rapidly shrank, finally becoming less than five zhang long and only as thick as a water vat. Yet it became much more powerful, its aura more violent and fearsome. Its demonic body's black scales shimmered with demonic light, its physique far surpassing that of humans.
After shrinking and transforming, this demonic flood dragon, as it moved, caused the earth to crack, fierce winds to rise, tearing apart swathes of ancient city halls, engaging in slaughter. Even a fifth-level Divine Transformation Realm powerhouse encountering it would undoubtedly be torn to shreds.
But unfortunately, it encountered Ye Chen, an Immortal True King whose treasure body was sufficiently powerful, far exceeding ordinary people.
Clang—
Ye Chen raised a fist to meet it, taking a hard blow. A dark golden great halberd appeared in his hand, condensed from his blood energy, sweeping forward, pressing down on the heavens, wielding fearsome Dao power.
Between his fingers and palms, streams of golden radiance flowed out, soaring against the sky, transforming into a dazzling starry river with stars rumbling as they rotated, directly crashing down, shattering the void.
Boom—
Ye Chen clashed head-on with the demonic flood dragon, fighting this powerful flood dragon possessing True Dragon bloodline to a standstill. A series of divine energy explosions surged, stirring the void, causing swathes of ancient city halls to continuously crumble.
This left many young heroes watching from afar stunned, feeling that this level of physical prowess was somewhat excessively powerful.
Everyone knew the demonic flood dragon's physical body was strong. As a demonic beast, possessing True Dragon bloodline, and having shrunk, it could be considered impervious to blades and swords. Ordinary magical instruments couldn't harm it, absolutely an existence even kings would avoid.
But under Ye Chen's assault, its scales were shattered, pitch-black evil blood constantly splattering—truly astonishing.
Just how powerful was this Ye Chen?
On another front, a demonic ape charged forward, about three zhang tall, its muscles thick and robust, fur lush, shimmering with black light, also extremely terrifying. It actually joined forces with the demonic flood dragon to attack Ye Chen.
One ape, one flood dragon—two demonic beasts attacking Ye Chen together. Even other kings changed expressions, and Zhao Tianyi's expression drastically shifted.
"Roar—"
Ye Chen suddenly opened his mouth and let out a great roar, shaking heaven and earth, rumbling like thunder exploding through the nine heavens.