Cultivating with Bragging System-Chapter 541 - 263: The Battle at the Pinnacle! Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix!_2
The third layer of the void was growing faintly crowded.
The void was immensely vast; even though the Demon Emperors were large enough to block out the sun, they only occupied a tiny corner of it.
Yet their auras were overwhelming, as if each of them bore the weight of an entire world. Their presence seemed boundless, creating an unmatched sense of oppression.
The Fire Ancestor looked at the demonic flames drifting about in the void and suddenly let out a sigh. "Is it really worth it to fight to this extent?"
"As long as we can win, it has meaning!" Ye Huang replied.
The Fire Ancestor said, "All your subjects are dead. Even if you win, so what?"
Ye Huang’s tone was calm and indifferent. "Winning is winning. There’s no ’so what.’ As long as we live, the Demon Race exists!"
A similar conversation had taken place many years ago, on the very land of Demon Sea Island.
Back then, no one had convinced anyone else.
Today was naturally no different.
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Endless Demonic Qi gathered here like the misty twilight in a drizzle, obscuring all light. The Great Abyssal Demonic Array was truly extraordinary. The number of Demon Emperors had reached eighteen!
Originally, the number of Earth Immortal experts on the Human Race’s side had been greater than that of the Demon Race, but now the situation had completely reversed. Even the recently revived Demon Emperors were not at their peak, their injuries still unhealed. Yet they remained terrifying beyond belief, and their power was a gap that could not be filled by the likes of Saints. The disparity was too great!
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"The outcome is decided!"
Ye Huang stood within the third layer of the void. His black cloak moved without any wind, and his long black hair draped across his chest, as deep as the night itself. His somber eyes were filled with absolute certainty and confidence.
The disparity of several Earth Immortal-level experts was enough to grant him such confidence.
Whether they chose to stay and fight or to leave, the Human Race could do nothing against them.
Of course, they now had no reason at all to leave.
Ye Huang stood with his hands behind his back, a faint smile suddenly appearing on his pallid face. "Our race has always respected the strong. Your power is not weak. If you are willing to lay down your arms and ally with our race, perhaps we can rule the world together?"
Despite having the absolute upper hand, he took the initiative to propose peace talks.
At this moment, Ye Huang seemed less like a member of the Demon Race and more like a Confucian scholar of the Human Race.
The Fire Ancestor’s expression was calm, his tone even more resolute. "When it comes to schemes, the Demon Race is far too lacking. If you wish to shake our Dao Hearts, you are even less qualified!"
The Sect Master of Mount Shu, his bearing dignified and sagely, looked at Ye Huang and the others with a peaceful gaze. "In today’s battle, there is only advance, no retreat!"
The Supreme Elder of Shenyan Cave Heaven was silent.
The Old Heavenly Master of Longhu Immortal Sect also said nothing.
The former Sect Master of Shan Hai Cave Heaven also remained quiet.
Silence meant that there was no need for talk.
If there was no talk, then it was time to fight!
The Fire Ancestor made the first move. His red hair danced wildly as the boundless Laws of Fire spread from him. His eyes burned with a light as bright as two blazing stars.
He raised his hands high, and a boundless sea of fire roared to life, transforming into a world of its own before crashing down.
There was nothing in the void but ethereal, turbulent currents. But now they were ablaze. An astonishing temperature spread rapidly, igniting that patch of cold darkness and sweeping toward the assembled Demon Emperors.
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Mount Longhu’s Old Heavenly Master stood atop the highest peak, lightly flicking his horsetail whisk. Several drops of blood trickled from his fingertips. They radiated an immortal glow and contained pure Immortal Qi as he used them to draw talismans in the air.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Thunder roared as the sky was torn asunder. Bolts of golden thunder descended, bearing immense divine might. This heavenly power was limitless, instantly suppressing the countless streams of Demonic Qi.
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A faint glow emanated from Perfected Daoxuan as his fingers formed a lotus seal, and he stepped onto a rainbow bridge.
A flawless white divine tower emerged from behind him, growing rapidly in the wind until it spanned heaven and earth.
"Demon Suppressing Tower!"
Three ancient characters were inscribed on the tower, gleaming with brilliant immortal light and exuding an otherworldly air. Its aura was terrifying beyond compare.
This was the Sect-suppressing Immortal Artifact of Mount Shu. It was named the Demon Suppressing Tower, and suppressing these demons was certainly not a problem!
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And just like that, the battle erupted.
Dozens of Earth Immortal-level experts unleashed their full power, holding nothing back in the slightest.
The area blazed with brilliant light and churned with chaotic auras. Countless beams of immortal light and Demonic Qi collided and annihilated each other in astonishing explosions.
No one could see the state of the battle clearly.
The Saints in the second layer of the void had all retreated. They no longer had any opponents, as those demon lords had been personally slain by the Demon Emperors, their bodies turned into abundant vitality and blood to serve as nourishment for the Emperors’ revival.
So they returned to Zhenmo City and looked up at the void.
Unfortunately, even they couldn’t make out the situation, let alone intervene. The terrifying fluctuations there were like the legendary, world-destroying astral winds; any divine sense that drew near would be instantly annihilated.
Zhuo Canglang and Dugu Qingqian stood side by side at the summit of Zhenmo City, gazing up at the void.
Zhuo Canglang frowned. "I’m going first!"
Dugu Qingqian said, "You’re the Sect Leader!"
Zhuo Canglang laughed. "Being the Sect Leader means I’m the head of the Immortal Sect. Naturally, I should lead the charge!"
Dugu Qingqian shot him an icy glare. It’s precisely because you’re the Sect Leader that you should hold back in such a high-risk situation. If something happens, who will take responsibility for the Immortal Sect?
Zhuo Canglang understood her meaning. He glanced toward the Black Tower and smiled. "The Saint Heir will be fine!"
Dugu Qingqian said, "He is still young."
Zhuo Canglang laughed. "I was just as young as he is when I took over! If I could manage it, he won’t be any worse!"
Dugu Qingqian fell silent.
Zhuo Canglang grew serious and said softly, "Protect them well!"
With that, he gave his long sleeve a light flick.
His entire being transformed into a ray of light, shooting straight toward the highest reaches of the void.
The surrounding Saints were astonished, and some cried out, trying to stop him.
