The Demon Emperor—the true Demon Emperor. That aura, how many years had it been since it last graced this world? Even those who had reached the Demon King realm could only tremble under that presence, unable to muster the slightest thought of resistance.
If Hei Mingba had only been a peak Demon King, the two of them might have had a fight. Especially since Oggulastine had the Silver Sky Wolf King beside him, a Rank Nine Magical Beast equivalent to a Demon King. It was like three Demon Kings joining forces; even if they couldn't defeat him, they could certainly hold the line.
But now, he was the Demon Emperor—the legendary Demon Emperor, a being who had transcended this plane entirely. How long had it been since a Demon Emperor graced the Demon Realm? The gulf between a Demon Emperor and a Demon King was like the chasm between a Ninth-Grade Demon Lord and a Demon King.
Never mind that they were merely initial-stage Demon Kings; even if they had reached the peak of the Demon King stage, they would still be no match for him.
Oggulastine, with the Silver Sky Wolf King, might still have a chance to escape, but for himself, there was no reprieve. A despair flooded Krizmand’s heart. He couldn’t fathom why, possessing such immense power, Hei Mingba had been content to remain his Purple Flame Demon King all this time.
With his current strength, perhaps even the Asura King wouldn't stand a chance against him. Why had he hidden it for so long?
Under Krizmand’s horrified gaze, Hei Mingba took a single stride, appearing before Oggulastine, raising a hand to smash down toward his head.
God-Shattering Fist.
Purple, blazing flames erupted. Before the fist even made contact, Oggulastine's heart was already steeped in hopelessness; he didn't even retain the notion to raise an arm in defense.
A Demon Emperor. He was a Demon Emperor.
Smack… With a sharp sound, Hei Mingba’s palm struck Oggulastine’s forehead, instantly pulverizing his skull. A wave of purple flame instantly engulfed Oggulastine’s body.
Oggulastine was slain by Hei Mingba’s single strike before he could even utter a scream.
As Oggulastine perished, the mountain-sized great wolf suddenly threw its head back and howled toward the heavens, the sound piercing the sky. Every hair on its body stood on end, immense power erupting continuously, its eyes blazing blood-red as it prepared to fight Hei Mingba to the death. But then, a figure materialized before the great wolf.
It was a man clad in silver fur. He merely pointed a finger toward the center of the Silver Sky Wolf King’s brow, and the frenzied, agitated beast immediately calmed down.
“Hei Mingba, thank you for clearing the ranks for me. I’d love to help you hold back that Asura fellow, but my strength is insufficient. So, I’ll take my leave first. We shall meet again!” Jinlisjun stood suspended in the void, smiling as he spoke to Hei Mingba. Finally, he mounted the head of the Silver Sky Wolf King, transforming into a streak of silver light that shot toward the heavens, vanishing without a trace in an instant.
Seeing the smile on Jinlisjun’s face, a flicker of unease crossed Hei Mingba’s mind. But his immediate concern was the Demon Sealing mechanism, so he dismissed the thought and spun around, charging toward Krizmand.
Since the attack had begun, there was no room for holding back. Besides, they weren't pure descendants of the Witch Clan anyway; let them all perish!
“Flame Annihilation Burns the Heavens!” Hei Mingba uttered softly, his body instantly appearing before Krizmand, his fist already swinging toward him.
His speed was so extreme that Krizmand had no time to react. He felt as if he had been struck ten thousand times.
Every inch of bone in his body was shattered, his muscles burst forth, and the purple blazing flames consumed his body, granting him no opportunity for healing.
Is this the might of the Demon Emperor realm? This was Krizmand’s last thought: the Flame of Destruction, the ultimate power of the Demon Realm, was utterly beyond his ability to withstand.
Having eliminated two Demon Kings in a single sweep, Hei Mingba coldly surveyed Yu Luosha, who was locked in combat with Yu Xuetian.
Yu Xuetian had clearly sensed Hei Mingba’s overwhelming aura and his heart began to pound; he was already preparing to flee with all his might when Yu Luosha’s voice cut through. “He is mine. You go ahead!”
Hearing Yu Luosha’s resolute voice, Hei Mingba nodded slightly. His body vanished into thin air, reappearing thousands of miles away in an instant—the instantaneous transfer characteristic of the Demon Emperor realm.
Seeing Hei Mingba depart so casually, the tension in Yu Xuetian’s chest finally eased. Observing Yu Luosha, who seemed to have saved his life, a cruel smile curved the corner of his mouth. You insolent fool, I might not be Hei Mingba’s match, but surely I can defeat you?
His body transformed into a streak of blue light, rushing toward Yu Luosha at full speed.
Meanwhile, in the far east of the Demon Realm, millions of kilometers away from the Thunder Marsh, lay a vast expanse of profound blackness. The normally purple sky had dimmed considerably here; this was nearly the fringe of the Demon Realm.
A colossal mountain range sprawled across this land. Viewed from the sky, the entire mountain resembled a gigantic ancient zither.
Not a single tree grew upon the mountain, nor a single living creature could be found. The entire mass was rock—pitch-black rock, utterly devoid of luster, yet conveying an aura of crushing weight.
A figure materialized out of thin air before this mountain—it was Asura, who had emerged from the Asura Clan.
Gazing upon the massive horizontal mountain, a look of grim determination crossed Asura’s face. “Qin Shan (Zither Mountain), the divine peak formed by the Fuxi Zither, the mountain range that seals my clan in the abyss. Today, I shall shatter you!”
Asura spoke calmly, yet waves of crimson light began to emanate from his body, his boundless power surging forth in full measure…
But another figure appeared before him.
It was a burly man with a stern, square-cut face. His expression was utterly devoid of emotion, and he emitted no aura whatsoever. However, Asura, who had been escalating his power, immediately halted.
“Long Zhantian, Hei Mingba is tangled up with those youngsters and won’t arrive anytime soon. You alone are no match for me. Retreat, lest you extinguish the final bloodline of your Yinglong lineage!” Asura said faintly to the imposing man before him, his words filled with immense self-assurance…
The man called Long Zhantian said nothing. He simply took one step forward, and an aura instantly exploded outward, patches of black dragon scales erupting across his body…