Becoming Great Emperor by Playing Game-Chapter 546: Can’t Grant Your Wish

To become the supreme one is enough.

Rokaka laughed, such an easy sentence, but how many people can actually succeed.

So, this is the Demon Slayer!

"I won’t give up!!!" Rokaka roared angrily, unleashing an aura more terrifying than before, as if he had gone mad.

At the same time, the Hellish Illusory Dream created by Chen Lan trembled violently, as if resisting some terrifying force.

"Interesting, actually comprehending the Dao temporarily." Chen Lan said with a faint smile.

Because of just one sentence from him, Rokaka’s comprehension of the Great Dao of Life deepened. This was a thirst for life that allowed him to break through. If he successfully comprehends the Dao, perhaps his Dao Mirror could break through to an Illusory Dream.

This Rokaka is quite a character. If given a few more years, he could comprehend the Illusory Dream and greatly increase his strength.

It’s a pity he didn’t have this opportunity.

"I want to live, I want to survive!!!" Rokaka roared, and the Hellish Illusory Dream kept trembling, as if it was about to shatter.

"Calm."

At this moment, a voice rang out, and the Hellish Illusory Dream instantly stabilized. Rokaka fell to the ground, lying like a toad, unable to rise because of the weight on his back, suffocated by fear and despair!

"No, no! My Illusory Dream, I want to break through, I must break through!!" Rokaka screamed in collapse, just a little more!

Just a little more!

Then he could break through the Illusory Dream stage, and there would be hope of counter-killing Chen Lan!

Tap tap——

The sound of footsteps approached, and a terrified Rokaka lifted his head as Chen Lan walked towards him step by step. The crisp sound of footsteps reverberated like thunder in his ears and heart!

Each step brought the terror of death, making it difficult for him to breathe and causing his heart to race.

He didn’t want to die yet, he was to be the Evil King’s ruler of the Evil Race, intending to rule the Evil Race, dreaming of killing the Demon Slayer and becoming the strongest of the heavens. How could he die here?

He was the Evil Domain Monarch! 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

How could he die so easily here? This was wrong, this wasn’t the outcome he envisioned!

Rokaka was in utter despair; before coming, he thought of every possibility of how to kill the Demon Slayer—whether by overwhelming strength or prolonged attrition—but never considered his own demise.

Because he had absolute confidence from millions of years of hard training, believing he could absolutely avenge this Demon Slayer, return to the heavens with his head, and gain the proudest glory!

But now, the Demon Slayer used an Illusory Dream to shatter his illusions.

At least, if he were to die, he shouldn’t die so humiliatingly.

Rokaka gritted his teeth, propping himself on the ground, exerting all his strength to rise, but the pressure on his back kept him down. Even as his bones cracked loud, he refused to give up.

Energy continually healed his injuries, his face flushed with humiliation, lying prostrate like a begging loser pleading for Chen Lan’s mercy!

"Demon Slayer, I’m going to kill you, kill you!" Rokaka kept roaring in anger, his humiliation reaching its peak.

He was the mighty Evil Domain Monarch, when has he suffered such humiliation? Once a million years ago, and now again, both times at the hands of this man before him!

Would he really not escape this fate in his lifetime?

"Do you know, it’s a grave mistake in warfare to make bold claims without understanding your enemy’s strength and launching rash attacks." Chen Lan stopped five centimeters from Rokaka, speaking flatly.

"It’s not your place to lecture me; if you want to kill or torture, do as you wish. Even if you kill me, there are countless others in the heavens you’ll never defeat in your life. You will die eventually, Demon Slayer!"

Boom!

Chen Lan stomped down, stepping on Rokaka’s back, pinning him underfoot.

Rokaka lay on the ground in humiliation, gritting his teeth, a furious hate burning within, wanting to kill Chen Lan and flay him alive.

But it could only ever be a fantasy.

"Die? I’ve died twice already. If they want to kill me, I kill them back. If you wish to die, I shall grant it."

Chen Lan’s eyes turned cold, snapping his fingers lightly.

Snap——

The next second, he walked away slowly. In the forest, came the rustling sounds, and Rokaka looked in horror, widening his eyes to see a dozen small red ghosts holding tongs approaching, their mouths splitting into eerie smiles, quickening his heartbeat.

"What are these demonic things?!" Rokaka shrieked in terror.

Just ordinary ghosts, of which he had killed countless, yet now he felt an extreme aura of death!

"This is my domain; the first punishment, Tongue Pulling Hell. Enjoy it."

As the words fell, the ground turned to lava instantly, and Rokaka laid on a rock while lava surrounded him. He couldn’t escape, and dozens of crimson arms reached out from the lava, seizing his limbs, holding him immobile.

The little ghosts holding the tongs approached Rokaka with sinister snickers.

Rokaka, trying to scream in terror, found he couldn’t speak, a mysterious power pulling out his tongue, with the tongs clamping it tight!

Splat!

Blood splattered, the large wet tongue was forcibly pulled out, flopping on the ground like a limp eel!

The instant pain made Rokaka wish to scream, yet no sound came forth, just a contorted face with eyes full of hate and fear staring at Chen Lan, lips moving as if saying, "You’re truly a devil!"

And soon, his energy rapidly healed him, regrowing the tongue only for it to be pulled again, over and over, a fate worse than death!

At that moment, Rokaka wished he wasn’t part of the Evil Race, yearned for the chance to die quickly rather than suffer this torment.

He desperately wished Chen Lan would just kill him outright.

But Chen Lan’s next words plunged him into despair.

"The Illusion Dream Space won’t vanish; you’ll stay here. But don’t worry, I’ll bring more people to join you."

Chen Lan displayed a devilish smile, his form gradually fading, leaving only the powerless, contorted Rokaka to endure the torture!

...

Outside.

By now, the battle had turned the skies dark, countless lives lost on Blue Star. Yet, the Heaven’s Evil Race still had the advantage due to their immortality, making them hard to kill.

Only the Demon Race could kill them, but it wasn’t easy. The Heaven’s Evil Race’s overall strength was much greater than Blue Star’s. In just the moments Chen Lan entered, innumerable Blue Star’s people suffered deaths and injuries, especially those with lower realms.

Even the Yellow Emperor and others found it hard to cope.

Among many Dao Ancestors, only Nuwa and Pangu could manage, possessing the Supreme Treasure of Transcendence.

Under Artax’s leadership, the victory fully leaned towards the Heaven’s Evil Race.

"Hahaha, as long as General Rokaka kills the Demon Slayer, we’ve won for sure!" Artax laughed, already celebrating mid-battle.

The other Heaven’s Evil Race members cheered loudly at his words, confident in Rokaka’s victory.

Nuwa and the others showed troubled expressions, praying in their hearts for Chen Lan’s victory; otherwise, this battle might soon be lost.

"I’m sorry, it won’t go as you wish."