Within the Demon Realm, fearful demon cultivators had already fled to Yunzhou. Waiting for them were the demon clan, which had already captured most of Yunzhou's disciples. However, they could still rely on the Vajra Mantra chanted by the Buddhist cultivators of Guiyuan Sect to temporarily save their lives.
At this moment, there were only more than a thousand demon cultivators left on Demon Mountain, facing the 300,000-strong demon army.
Demon cultivators were known for their formidable strength, surpassing even those of their peers. However, they couldn't defeat a hundred enemies alone, let alone a demonic race that outnumbered them three hundred to one. Most of the demon cultivators stationed at the Demonic Palace were already injured, and a few were severely wounded, rendering them completely powerless.
However, they cannot and must not retreat!
A day had passed since the Demon Lord roared and shouted at the foot of Demon Mountain. During this day, the demons had not launched a full-scale attack on Demon Mountain. Among them, the Earth-level Demon Lords, equivalent to human Mahayana cultivators, leisurely stayed behind the main army, watching the demon beasts below the ninth level frantically rush to Demon Mountain and fight with the demon cultivators.
Even the strong wind couldn't dispel the thick stench in the air. Rivers of blood gathered, spreading like spiderwebs across the reddish-brown soil of the Demon Realm. On this land, countless corpses lay scattered, their bones jutting, their flesh bloodied and grimacing, a scene so brutal it was unbearable to even contemplate.
In this battle, the Earth-rank Demon Lords were like nobles sitting high in a tavern, drinking and eating, chatting and laughing as they watched their army charge into Demon Mountain with overwhelming force. Meanwhile, all the demon cultivators, save for the Demon Lord, had already rushed into the battlefield.
The Demonic Dao Palace's demon cultivators were all incredibly ferocious, but they were not omnipotent. After they had slain a hundred demon beasts, they still had a thousand left. After they had slain a thousand, they still had ten thousand, a hundred thousand left!
Qin Siyi, the right protector of the Demonic Palace, was dressed in black at this moment, standing on the top of the Demonic Mountain, looking coldly at the five demon lords not far away.
The demon king is called Ming, and there are four sea lords from the tenth to the thirteenth seas in the demon realm.
These five are the most powerful force of the demon clan at the moment. Except for the demon lord Hao Ming, the other four do not pose much threat. However, just Hao Ming is enough to dominate the entire battle.
Qin Siyi stared at Hao Ming in silence, the longsword in his hand flashing a cold light in the sunlight. He backhandedly chopped an ignorant demon beast charging at him in two. Finally, with a sudden sigh, he stamped his right foot and leaped over the demon army, charging towards the leisurely and contented demon lord Hao Ming.
Hao Ming was not nervous. He raised his fingers and directly clamped Qin Siyi's sword.
Hao Ming laughed heartily and spoke arrogantly, "Why doesn't Mo Qianqiu come out? Could it be that he is really trying to reach the Spiritual Transformation Stage?"
Qin Siyi flicked his wrist, and a surge of power emanated from the sword. This sword energy, mingled with demonic energy, filled him, making him seem shrouded in a dark aura, a terrifying sight. He held the sword in one hand, his handsome face expressionless as he calmly spoke, "Does the Palace Master need to report anything he does to a demonic beast like you?"
The smile on Hao Ming's face froze and his expression turned cold.
The next moment, the two most powerful men here started a shocking battle!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
If the Demon Lord does not take action, Hao Ming and Qin Siyi will be the most powerful people at the moment.
Qin Siyi's sword transformed into a giant black dragon, roaring out a sky full of black flames, spewing towards the arrogant demon lord; Hao Ming then took out a mountain seal, and the seal turned into a giant mountain ten thousand feet high, suppressing the giant dragon under the mountain.
Qin Siyi made hand gestures, and thousands of black dragons came straight towards Hao Ming like lightning. Hao Ming's face changed slightly, and the mountain seal immediately shrank into a stone. He wiped his hands on the mountain seal, and the small stone suddenly turned into countless small stones, crashing into the dragons.
The battle between the top powers seemed to have taken away the sun's brilliance, making the sky bright and dark at times.
The turmoil of this great battle had already resulted in the deaths and injuries of countless demon cultivators and monsters on the battlefield, so they temporarily stopped fighting. The monsters retreated to their territories, and the demon cultivators retreated to Demon Mountain, leaving the entire battlefield to these two astonishing powers, awaiting the conclusion of this great battle.
In just a cup of tea, the two sides had fought hundreds of times.
No winner!
The demon lord Hao Ming had reached the Earth Level more than 5,000 years ago, while Qin Siyi only reached the late Mahayana stage 500 years ago, and entered the Great Perfection realm in the last 200 years.
Holding the cold, slender sword, Qin Siyi stabbed his palm with it. Blood seeped into the sword, instantly transforming it into a blood-red blade. Even when the strong wind blew past, a strong smell of blood could be smelled.
He seemed to feel no pain, but just pointed his sword towards the sky. Suddenly, thunderclouds gathered between heaven and earth!
The dense thunderclouds were unlike any other; the entire cloud layer was a vibrant blood-red color. Qin Siyi's eyes narrowed, and he swung his sword. Suddenly, blood-red dragons tumbled out of the clouds, stirring up a terrifying hurricane and blowing towards the rugged and vast Demon Lord.
"Burn the sky and destroy the devil!"
Hao Ming naturally did not dare to be careless. He let out a long howl and suddenly turned into a giant three-eyed wolf!
This wolf was enormous and ferocious, only an inch smaller than the Mountain! The three eyes on its forehead gleamed with a fierce light, and its sharp teeth and claws revealed its terrifying strength.
When long blood-red dragons rushed towards the giant wolf, the giant wolf slammed the ground with its foot, and the earth was torn apart in an instant!
Hill after hill collapsed, and the rocks and earth that obscured the sky coalesced into hundreds of wild wolves. These wolves howled and charged frantically at the blood dragon. Their claws slammed the dragon to the ground, their fangs biting through its neck. Qin Siyi spat out a mouthful of blood, and his breath dropped sharply.
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