Zhou Mu's gaze was fixed on the 100,000-strong army.

The once invincible and unstoppable army of 100,000 demons now appears to Zhou Mu as childish and laughable as a child's toy.

To play with in the palm of one's hand.

He stretched out his palm, about to repeat the action from before, when he suddenly paused, then recovered and laughed, "Such an attack is a bit too lenient on you. You've committed so many evils, you deserve to suffer some physical pain before you die."

Zhou Mu smiled, revealing a set of white teeth.

But this seemingly harmless smile sent chills down Jintian's spine, sending a cold shiver straight to his mind.

This feeling was even more intense than the chilling aura brought by the great wizard.

"The Great Wizard was right after all," Jintian said through gritted teeth, a murderous glint already appearing in his dark eyes.

At that moment, he was unaware that he had become a fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others. All the expressions he showed were merely seasonings before being cooked, only adding to the amusement.

Zhou Mu clenched his fist, and a surge of powerful spiritual energy erupted from his palm, cascading down like a waterfall.

Around the demon army, the space around them suddenly contracted like a tide, and an invisible pressure came from all directions, as if a giant hand had quietly grasped everything.

Feeling the immense pressure, as imposing as Mount Tai, Jintian's expression suddenly changed. His withered face, hidden beneath the brim of his hat, revealed a look of terror.

That feeling was like a tiny ant facing a god in the heavens.

He immediately exhaled a deep breath, and after dispelling the fear in his chest, his breath slightly solidified. He shouted loudly, and layers of demonic energy floated out of his mouth.

"The Demon Army's First Move: Become a Demon."

The jet-black light suddenly intensified, as if it possessed the power to devour everything.

The vast army of 100,000 demons was changing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A layer of hazy demonic energy wrapped around their faces, and the shape of their body hair underwent a dramatic change.

If these demons had previously resembled humans, they are now completely unrecognizable as human.

Thick black hair inexplicably rose from the hideous face, the eye sockets were deeply sunken until the eyeballs were completely obscured, the upper jawbone shrank, the cheekbones widened, and the teeth on the upper jaw grew wildly, the gleaming white teeth reaching all the way to the chin, giving it a somewhat ivory-like appearance.

After this transformation, the demonic energy above it instantly became much denser, increasing exponentially.

splash ...

At this moment, Jintian was surrounded by turbulent demonic energy, resembling a vast black ocean.

He chuckled coldly, his voice chilling, "You ants of the Nine Provinces Continent, let me show you the true terror of the Demon Army, hehehe..."

"Demon Army Second Form: Enchantment."

Becoming a demon means that the demonic energy of the demon army surges to a truly terrifying level, thereby fully unleashing the potential of tens of thousands of demon soldiers.

The second technique, enchantment, involves attaching all the magic power to a commander, allowing the commander to unleash this immense power.

If the commander's physical strength is insufficient and he cannot withstand this power, causing him to explode and die, then it will also cause some damage to the demon army.

This damage is irreversible and is distributed among every demon soldier. Those with slightly weaker cultivation will instantly perish and turn into dust.

It's like hurting the enemy a thousand while losing eight hundred of your own.

Generally speaking, this killer move will not be used lightly unless it is the last moment or when there is no other way to retreat.

Clearly, Jintian felt immense pressure when facing Zhou Mu. He considered himself a know-it-all and was very knowledgeable about the affairs of the Nine Provinces Continent.

However, what he was seeing now was beyond his comprehension.

Generally speaking, only when one reaches the Saint level and burns their divine soul can they temporarily enhance their strength. At the very least, they will become a half-step Saint or reach the Divine Treasure Realm.

However, Zhou Mu was merely a minor Profound Spirit Realm cultivator. Among his 100,000 demon soldiers, the weakest were all at the Dharma Aspect Realm, according to the realm classification of the Nine Provinces Continent.

Moreover, and most importantly, when Zhou Mu burned his divine soul, the power he briefly gained reached the level of a Great Emperor.

If he could still understand the previous one, then this one was far beyond his comprehension.

Generally speaking, burning one's soul can only advance one level at most.

If a saint burns their cultivation, they can briefly reach the Saint King realm, and with a little effort, they can even reach the Quasi-Emperor realm. However, under such circumstances, their final moment will only last for a few seconds at most, and then they will immediately vanish into thin air.

Zhou Mu's transformation was a leap from a minor Profound Spirit Realm cultivator to a peak existence on the continent, and he has remained so for so long without any signs of fading away.

Could it be that the creatures of the Nine Provinces have evolved?

If every martial artist could briefly reach the Great Emperor realm by burning their divine soul, it would be nothing short of a bolt from the blue for the extraterrestrial demons.

Even a single Great Emperor warrior requires tens of thousands of demonic troops from the extraterrestrial demons to fight against, yet to this day, the extraterrestrial demons only possess five million demonic troops.

Moreover, the Kyushu continent has no shortage of people who will protect this land.

With that thought, he took a deep breath.

All eyes turned back to the situation at hand.

What should have been a crushing victory turned out to be a situation where Zhou Mu decisively prevailed.

Therefore, he felt a deep sense of dread towards the person in front of him.

He immediately shouted and clenched his fist. The heavy demonic energy from the 100,000 demons below surrounded him, and a powerful force swept out, shining brightly in his palm.

With a dazzling flash, a long spear appeared in his hand.

Both the sharp blade and the gun barrel were a terrifying, dark black, with faint blood-red patterns spiraling upwards like a long snake, both ferocious and obscure.

The instant the black spear appeared, Jintian also suddenly unleashed a tremendous power, his body undergoing a dramatic transformation, swelling up like a balloon.

The black cloak shattered into countless fragments with a bang and disappeared, revealing a well-built body. Under the baptism of demonic energy, it grew many times larger, with well-developed and muscular muscles, as if it possessed immense strength.

Clearly, the immense demonic energy of the 100,000 demons had all been concentrated on Jintian, whose cultivation had reached the level of a Demon Emperor. The overwhelming demonic energy emanating from him was in a state of equilibrium with the golden light emanating from Zhou Mu.

"That's interesting."

A smile appeared on Zhou Mu's lips.

Perhaps because he was nearing the end, he had a more playful side. However, after feeling the spiritual energy gradually draining from his body, his expression slowly turned serious.

call

He exhaled a breath of stale air.

Immediately, his palm shot out like a hawk, and with a whoosh, a torrent of spiritual energy swept out, forming a towering giant palm in mid-air.

It does resemble the Five Finger Mountain of the Buddha.