The fully demonized Zaro's strength soared, and even when facing dozens of Saints and Taoist ancestors, he was not at a disadvantage at all.
Of course, it is also possible that Baimei and others did not use their full strength. After all, this kind of life-and-death duel is no joke. They all cherish their lives and will not fight as desperately as Zha Luo. This is also human nature.
The more this happened, the more arrogant Zaro became. He had no scruples at all. During the fight, he injured nearly ten people and killed two people. This fighting power was already very terrifying!
At this moment, Long Junhai was still confronting Wu Mang. Wu Mang was very angry and wanted to kill Long Junhai, but he had no ability to do so because all his moves had no effect on Long Junhai!
Seeing that the pressure from Zaro was increasing, Wu Mang finally said angrily: "Boy, don't think you can suppress me! At worst, I can activate the formation in advance!"
Wu Mang knew that he couldn't go on like this. If Zaro died, then even if he opened up the road, he would not be able to lead the demon world to conquer the fairy world!
So Zaro cannot be put in danger, he must end this situation!
Wu Mang no longer had any hesitation, so he teleported to the source of the Seven-Colored River, and then poured all the corpses he had collected into the river. Suddenly, the corpse energy became powerful again.
Although the number of these corpse energies is not enough to reach trillions, it is not much different. It's just that the effect of activating the formation will be weakened at that time. It is still better than trying to get nothing out of it.
That's why Wu Mang activated the formation without hesitation. Suddenly, blood shot up into the sky, and a strange circular formation appeared at the bottom of the Colorful River. Demonic energy was surging around it. This was the demon formation that he had studied for tens of thousands of years!
Long Junhai frowned, still not figuring out what the other party was trying to do.
At this time, Xue Rengui was already shouting, "Stop him quickly! He's about to activate the Demon Realm's great formation! Once the formation is activated, the Seven-Colored River will completely turn into a demonic river! Then there will be no natural barrier to help us defend against the demon army!"
Xue Rengui rushed forward as he spoke, and the Saints and Taoists surrounding him stopped watching and watched, knowing that this was a very critical moment, they quickly followed and rushed forward!
But it was too late. How could something Wu Mang had spent tens of thousands of years preparing be destroyed just like that? So he must have been prepared!
Just when everyone was about to rush to the bank of the colorful river, a strange wind suddenly blew around, the space suddenly changed, and all the masters who rushed over were directly moved to another space!
Long Junhai's heart skipped a beat, knowing that this was bad. All those Saints and Dao Ancestors had actually fallen into the trap! What should he do now?
Right now, the only person who has a chance to stop Wu Mang from opening the formation is Long Junhai himself, but Long Junhai's strength is limited, so it is impossible for him to do it.
Long Junhai also knew that the situation was critical, so he had to find another way.
Watching the formation running at a rapid speed, Long Junhai felt helpless. He could be beaten, but asking him to stop the formation from running was simply impossible!
The demonic energy and blood light completely mixed together, and finally the formation was successfully opened. The originally blood-colored river water now turned dark red, with demonic energy lingering on it, and it looked not much different from the illusion of the demon world.
Although there is much less corpse energy in this formation, Long Junhai had previously used the Nether Sea Blood River to absorb the colorful corrosive power in the Colorful River, so the corpse energy and river water merged quite harmoniously, otherwise the effect would be greatly reduced.
"Haha! The formation is finally completed! Within a month, the entire sea area will be assimilated by the demonic energy, and nothing can stop the demon army!" Wu Mang said with a laugh.
However, at this time, a strange smile appeared on Long Junhai's face, and he walked silently towards the downstream of the Colorful River.
At the same time, Wu Mang began to kill people and fought with Bai Mei and others. With his joining, Zaro's pressure was reduced a lot.
However, not long after, the troops led by Xue Rengui also rushed over from the extraterritorial space, and the two sides started a huge melee. The killing was so fierce that the sky was dark and the sun and moon were dim. After three months, this war was finally over.
Zaro died, and he ultimately died because of his own arrogance and conceit. Although he killed Master Lingguang who was of the same level, his own magic power had been exhausted. After all, this was not the Demon Realm, and it was difficult to replenish his strength quickly, so he was exhausted to death by a group of masters led by Xue Rengui.
Although Baimei's attack power was stronger than Wumang's, he did not have as much combat experience as Wumang. In addition, there were too many people and it was too chaotic. Wumang was also a master of formations, so he finally escaped.
After this battle, the high-level officials of the fairy world and the demon world returned to complete peace. It can be said that both sides suffered losses. Although on the surface the masters of the fairy world suffered more losses, Wu Mang and Za Luo were the spiritual leaders of the demon world. Once Za Luo died, Wu Mang would find it difficult to lead the demon world due to his serious injuries, which would definitely greatly reduce the morale of the demon world.
This time, both the Demon Realm and the Immortal Realm tacitly agreed to keep their troops in place. The Immortal Realm had lost nearly half of its population, and even recruiting soldiers would be difficult. Although the Demon Tribe had no shortage of troops, their people were not united, and the major forces needed to be reshuffled, so it would take a long time before they could make a comeback.
Because there was no news about Long Junhai after the war, many people thought that he died in battle like other saints and Taoist ancestors, so no one paid too much attention to him.
But in fact, Long Junhai was not dead, but was living well. He was now in the lower reaches of the Seven-Colored River, letting his Nether Sea Blood River absorb the corpse qi and the seven-colored corrosive power that had accumulated before.
The colorful rivers have been flowing for so many years, and the Dead Sea where they converge has become a natural barrier between the immortal and demon worlds. Now Long Junhai is using his own Nether Sea Blood River to continuously absorb the power from the Dead Sea. The Dead Sea is no longer the Dead Sea, and has become no different from an ordinary ocean.
Time passed day by day, and in the blink of an eye, it was already five hundred years later. During these five hundred years, Long Junhai had also accumulated a lot of strength. He had successfully broken through the realm of Xuanxian and became a Xuanxian master.
Now both the immortal and demon worlds are badly hurt, and Xuanxian is already considered the top force. As for those masters at the level of Saint Venerable Daoist Ancestor, they basically no longer care about worldly affairs, and they have signed the Heavenly Oath with each other, which is that masters above the level of Saint Venerable Daoist Ancestor cannot participate in the war between immortals and demons, otherwise they will definitely be punished by Heaven!
The oath to Heaven is no joke. Once violated, one will be punished by Heaven. The lightest punishment is no progress in life, and the worst is death.
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