At this moment, Ji Fengyao distributed a bottle of the Death Pill to each of them, telling them to just throw it as a hidden weapon.
This Death Pill contains the will to die of the Heavenly Dao, and has a fatal effect on ordinary demonic creatures.
Even the Ten Great Demon Generals would likely be injured if they faced the Death Pill.
Judging from Jiu Yue's strength, Ji Fengyao estimated that the Death Pill wouldn't be as damaging as she had imagined, but it could still deplete his combat power and slow down his attack speed.
If dozens of Death Pills were released simultaneously, it would be equivalent to a tribulation lightning strike, and Jiu Yue would suffer greatly.
Jiu Yue knew that things were not going well today. He wanted to break through and leave, but he was blocked by the patriarchs of various races who came one after another.
Above him was the Crimson Heavenly Dao Millstone, below him were a group of troublesome and thorny old men, and there was also that little brat Ji Fenghua suppressing him with the power of a demon god, and that bitch Yun Yao harassing him with her holy pill!
Jiu Yue gradually became truly enraged, his demonic energy surging to its peak: "Do you really intend to fight to the death?"
Then he said to the Yun family patriarch, the Lan family patriarch, and the Mo family patriarch, "These little brats don't know what's important, and you don't care about them either? Don't push me too hard, otherwise I will destroy the Danling Continent and make everyone pay for my death!"
"Will the Danling Continent collapse here? You can try and see whether the Demon Realm collapses first or the Danling Continent collapses first," Ji Fengyao said with a smile as she looked at Jiu Yue from afar.
Jiu Yue then noticed that their battle area was unknowingly getting closer and closer to the Demon Realm.
"Once the Demon Realm collapses, all three thousand six hundred realms will be doomed," Jiu Yue quickly realized and retaliated with a sinister grin.
"What does that have to do with me? Anyway, I have a magical treasure space that is my own world. It is full of spiritual energy and spiritual plants, so I don't have to worry about food and clothing. The most talented younger generation of each clan are all in my magical treasure space."
Even if you destroy three thousand six hundred realms, only your demon race will become extinct. We'll save ourselves the trouble of exterminating demons year after year.
Tens of thousands of years from now, we will be heroes of the spiritual race, while you will forever be a sinner in the demon race's annihilation. It's a worthwhile trade!
As she spoke, Ji Fengyao reached out and beckoned the magpie, repeatedly taking it in and out of her life space.
The magpie was also very cooperative; it went in empty-handed one second and came out half-eaten with a spirit fruit the next.
Go in again, come out again, and the spiritual fruit has changed to a different variety;
Go in again, come out again, and the fruit turns into pastries.
Later, she even brought out a table full of dishes and calmly started eating hot pot.
Ren Jifengyao kept taking her in and out of her, but she remained unmoved and ate happily.
Seeing this, not only was Jiu Yue speechless, but even the ancestors remained silent.
While eating hot pot, Xique breathed hot air at Jiuyue and chewed, shouting, "Hey, what's up with you, are you going to self-destruct and drag the whole world down with you? I'm begging you, just hurry up and explode, so we can finish this quickly."
Look, we're all pretty tired of sitting here drinking the northwest wind.
Also, those little demon cubs from your demon realm are really annoying; you should pack them all up and take them with you.
If you really do that, then I'll be eternally grateful to your ancestors for eight generations. From now on, I'll definitely burn money for you during every festival!
The group and the Heavenly Tribulation were not defeated by Jiu Yue.
Xi Que's words, which struck at the heart, made Jiu Yue spit out a mouthful of blood.
With his life essence depleted, Jiu Yue's aura also collapsed. Another tribulation lightning bolt followed, along with another round of attacks from the three patriarchs and Shang Xiye, directly knocked Jiu Yue from mid-air to the ground, causing dust to rise everywhere.
It was at this moment that Ghost Face arrived carrying Song Huilan.
Under the bright moon and starry sky, Jiu Yue, dressed in a black robe adorned with spider lilies, was struck down from the heavens by the combined forces of Heaven and others, and fell to the dust.
The scene looked as if Jiu Yue had been beaten to death.
"No!" Song Huilan exclaimed, leaping off the back of the ghost mask and disappearing into the billowing dust. In the dust, she found Jiu Yue and supported him with great anxiety, asking anxiously, "Your Majesty! How are you?"
"..." Jiu Yue shook his head to shake off the dirt and ash from his head, and with a slight tremor of his shoulders, his body was once again spotless.
A natural isolation zone is formed around it, keeping the choking smoke and dust out.
Jiu Yue then looked up at Song Huilan, quite surprised, and asked with his usual cold and distant tone, "Why are you here?"
Song Huilan stared intently at Jiu Yue's face, which bore no resemblance to Shang Beiyu, yet shared the same spirit. Her beautiful eyes glistened with tears, and a relieved yet affectionate smile slowly curved her lips: "I've come to see Your Excellency. I... want to be with Your Excellency."
"Today, I..." Amidst the dust and smoke, Jiu Yue looked up at the blood-red millstone in the sky and those people who were still locking him down from above. His voice was so low that only Song Huilan could hear it: "Perhaps I am going to die."
“Then Huilan will die with Your Majesty.” Song Huilan mustered her courage and boldly threw herself into Jiu Yue’s arms, hugging him tightly, burying her face in his neck, kissing him repeatedly, and whispering firmly, “This time, Your Majesty, please don’t push Huilan away again. If Your Majesty is unwilling or displeased, then kill Huilan now. Huilan does not want to experience the suffering of the world again, nor endure the torment of longing.”
Jiu Yue's hands hung at his sides, his ten fingers slightly spread.
The woman's warm and soft body in his arms was just like the one he had felt in the Demon Shell.
It feels great.
But she couldn't withstand his demonic body; she was far too weak.
Even if he only has half his fighting strength left, even if it's just a simple hug, the demonic energy he traps within will be enough to penetrate her internal organs, including her consciousness and soul, and she won't live much longer.
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