Chapter 13971 The Powerful Young Demon King
Chapter 13971 The Powerful Young Demon King
The sword automatically pointed at several powerful figures in the sky, emitting a humming sound that yearned to drink blood. The sound was like the beating of war drums, making people's blood boil.
The black patterns on the sword transformed into thousands of sword energies, like a pack of hungry beasts, shooting ahead of Sikong Xuan and Bai Qiuchi's jointly condensed protective spiritual light.
Those sword energies were incredibly sharp, carrying the terrifying power of the Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword, and instantly tore the protective aura to shreds.
Sikong Xuan and Bai Qiuchi were both deathly pale, their eyes filled with terror and despair.
They were merely at the lower level of the Cangyue Realm, but they were considered heroes in the martial world because of their cultivation.
But now, facing the combined attack of these peak Cangyue Realm experts and the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword, they know they have no chance of winning.
With annihilation looming, they had only one thought in their minds: escape!
They're not stupid. In this situation, they can't win a fight, and they don't want to surrender, so their only option is to run away.
After all, if you're alive, at least you still have a chance to make a comeback, but once you're dead, you have nothing left.
They turned around without hesitation, using their fastest movement techniques to flee into the distance, leaving behind only a devastated battlefield and the astonished gazes of the crowd.
"He ran pretty fast!"
The Demon King crossed his arms, his posture arrogant, and a contemptuous smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced indifferently at the two figures fleeing in panic like stray dogs.
His gaze was as if he were looking at two insignificant ants, who, even if they escaped now, would only be clinging to life and would eventually fall back into his control.
The demons and monsters around him were all agile and menacing.
They were dressed in strange clothes, exuded a strong demonic aura, and had a bloodthirsty glint in their eyes, clearly not intending to let the two escapees go easily.
Some experts stomped their feet hard on the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust, and their bodies shot forward several steps like arrows. Their fists clenched, and their joints made a "crackling" sound. Just as they were about to use their movement techniques to chase after him, the Demon King raised his hand to stop them.
The Demon King's arms were long and powerful, his palms were large, and his fingers were long and well-defined.
With a gentle wave of his hand, he created a gust of wind that acted like an invisible wall, forcefully blocking the advancing momentum of the demon sea's experts.
His gaze was deep, like two bottomless pools of ice, and his voice was steady and powerful: "No need, don't pursue a cornered enemy! There are more important things to do right now."
His gaze slowly fell upon the warriors who were scattering and fleeing on the battlefield.
Those warriors from the great towns and dynasties, who might be considered heroes in ordinary times, were now running around like headless flies.
Some stumbled and fell, tripped over the corpses on the ground, then hurriedly got up and continued running for their lives; others ran while looking back, their faces full of terror and despair, as if evil spirits were chasing them.
Fear spread rapidly among them like a plague, and everyone was only thinking about escaping this hell on earth as soon as possible.
"Cleaning".
The young man parted his red lips slightly and uttered two cold words.
In an instant, the Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword was drawn from its sheath, its blade gleaming with a cold, eerie light, as if it were a ferocious beast awakening from the abyss of darkness.
It hovered above her head, emitting a clear, melodious sword cry. The sound was sharp and piercing, like a summons from the deepest hell, sending chills down her spine.
The black patterns on the sword became active again, like a series of agile black snakes, constantly twisting and coiling, transforming into thousands of sword energies that shot towards the fleeing crowd like raindrops.
The sword energy streaked across the sky like a meteor, accompanied by the sound of it cutting through the air.
Each sword aura gleamed with a cold light, tearing the air apart wherever it passed, producing a hissing sound.
A martial artist was running forward desperately when he suddenly felt a chill run down his back. He turned around in alarm and saw a sword aura shooting towards him like lightning. Before he could react, the sword aura had already pierced through his body.
His body froze instantly, his eyes widened in terror and resentment, and then he slowly fell to the ground, turning into ashes.
Where the sword passed, there was only deathly silence.
The holy light that had permeated the battlefield was instantly dispelled by the sharp sword energy, as if it had never existed; and the intense stench of blood also vanished without a trace under the purification of the sword energy, leaving only a chilling demonic aura that permeated the air.
The demonic aura was so tangible that it made one feel as if they were in an ice cellar, chilling them to the bone.
"Cleaning?"
Ling Xiao stood not far away, his brows furrowed, a sudden chill running through him.
His eyes widened as he stared intently at the Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword, which, under the boy's control, transformed into a scythe-like form resembling the Grim Reaper's scythe.
His hands clenched unconsciously, his knuckles turning white from the force.
With each sword strike, a warrior was reduced to ashes and vanished on this brutal battlefield.
His face turned somewhat pale, and he felt a mix of emotions.
To be honest, he really didn't expect that this young demon king could wield such a terrifying sword so easily.
In his mind, this young demon king might have some skill, but he was definitely not powerful enough to unleash the power of the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword to such an extent.
In his eyes, the sword seemed to have become a deadly weapon in the hands of the young demon king, unstoppable by anyone.
At this moment, the warriors of the Demon Sea transformed into various giant beasts and trolls.
Some masters chanted incantations, rapidly forming hand seals, and their bodies began to swell quickly, transforming into enormous black bears.
The black bear exuded a ferocious aura, its fur standing on end like steel needles.
With each step it took, the ground trembled and made a "thump-thump" sound.
It opened its blood-red maw, revealing sharp fangs, and roared as it charged toward the fleeing warriors.
Some masters transform into soaring demonic eagles.
Its wingspan is several meters, and its feathers are as black as ink, shimmering with a metallic luster.
It hovered in the sky, its sharp eyes fixed on the martial artists on the ground, searching for an opportunity to strike.
Suddenly, it flapped its wings and swooped down like a black lightning bolt. Its sharp claws gleamed coldly, and it instantly grabbed a martial artist. Then, it flapped its wings and flew high into the air, carrying the martial artist with it. With a forceful jerk, the martial artist fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground, lifeless.
They advanced like a moving city wall, forming a grappling net with the sword energy of the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword.
Screams, pleas for mercy, and the clash of weapons mingled together, instantly turning the entire battlefield into a bloody slaughterhouse.
A remnant warrior from the Holy Temple, wielding a longsword, frantically swung it, trying to fend off the attacks of the demon sea warriors.
His face was covered in sweat, and his eyes revealed despair and fear.
However, before he could even defend himself for a few moments, a sword aura shot out and pierced straight through his chest.
His eyes widened, the long sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, and his body slowly collapsed.
