Journey to the West: Treasure Vase of the Great Dao-Chapter 591 - 326: Self-Detonation_2
The mark instantly radiated light, and Joy felt the most terrible pain in the world, the pain of the soul which was far more terrible and unbearable than any physical pain.
It was just a moment of Kung Fu when Joy felt as if he were being slashed by thousands of knives, and the pain was so acute that there was no chance of becoming numb to it.
His face contorted with agony, his body began to be enveloped by a black aura, and it seemed as if hard horns were about to grow from his head.
In the blink of an eye, Joy's appearance had vanished, replaced by a newborn Demon, but he seemed to have no reason, just standing there blankly.
Just then, the Demon let out a piercing scream. As it opened its mouth wide and took a deep breath, the newborn Demon was sucked into its belly and quickly, the Demon's form became even more massive, and a strong aura burst from its body, filling every corner of the room in an instant.
In everyone's ears, it seemed like terrible whispers arose, filled with endless temptation, magnifying the desires of the heart, and several people's eyes gradually turned red, as they were on the verge of succumbing to their desires.
Just then, an old but steadfast voice came, "The Lord said that evil will eventually dissipate, and the earth shall return to tranquility."
As soon as the voice fell, the endless whispering sounds were driven away. A brilliant Holy Light lit up the entire room, filling it with an incomparable warmth.
"It's you!" the Demon roared in anger, its gaze moved past Arthur and the others to the white-robed, barefoot old man standing outside with a smile on his face. His cheeks were exceptionally rosy, not at all like an old man's, and his white hair was meticulously combed.
"It is I, where there is darkness, there must be Light. Since a Demon appears here, it is my duty as a servant of the Lord to eradicate it," the Old Monk said in a deep voice, his eyes squarely on the Demon, shining with determination.
"It seems you have forgotten, your opponent is me," the Demon was taken aback, but then heard Arthur's roaring voice; turning its head, it saw Arthur with the Sword in the Stone, charging with an unstoppable momentum.
A black Treasured sword burning with flames was drawn from the void, clashing with the sword in Arthur's hands in mid-air. The sound of metal striking metal echoed through the heavens and earth, the enormous force demolishing the castle. Amid falling giant stones, two figures shuttled back and forth, clashing countless times in a short span.
Each clash generated a huge gust, and countless boulders were shattered into flying debris by the two combatants.
With a "boom," the two landed from the air, surrounded by stone rubble. The castle, once the pride of Arthur's ancestors, had turned into ruins, and countless people wailed within the debris.
Arthur shook his numb wrist, the Demon that had absorbed Joy's soul seemed to have changed, its style of fighting became wild and reckless, as if it had become a formidable warrior.
However, this was to Arthur's liking. Rather than the Demon's deceptive and alluring powers, he preferred a duel between warriors.
"Come on, I'm not going to lose to you!" Arthur laughed out loud, wielding the Sword in the Stone, he began a new round of fighting.
The Demon, looking at the battle-hungry Arthur, felt a pang of irritation. Arthur seemed untiring; even after a high-intensity battle, he could still start another round full of vigor, but the Demon already felt a sense of exhaustion.
Its eyes emitted a crimson light, and instantly a bizarre Mental power transformed into an arrow shooting towards Arthur. However, at that moment, the commanding voice of the Old Monk resounded, "Evil, be gone!"
The arrow was immediately dissipated by a strange force, unable to approach Arthur at all. The Demon cast an angry glance at the Old Monk surrounded by a pure Holy Light; with this detestable fellow around, it was utterly impossible to use its peculiar powers. The beings they represented restrained each other.
Yet Arthur would not give up his attack. At that moment, the Sword in the Stone seemed to transform into a raging storm, relentlessly striking the Demon's body.
The Demon, concentrating intently, endlessly blocked Arthur's onslaught with his own black greatsword, but Arthur seemed tireless, maintaining the Sword in the Stone's initial rhythm, ceaselessly attacking the Demon. Even as time passed, the treasured sword in Arthur's hand moved even more swiftly; the blade seemingly disappearing in mid-air, for its speed was too fast for the human eye to follow.
Even using all his might, the Demon appeared extremely disheveled, as numerous attacks he couldn't block were allowed to slash across his body. Thus, at this point, his body was covered with bright cracks, looking as though it was about to shatter.
Realizing the critical situation, the Demon knew that Arthur and the Old Monk's combination had suppressed the power of this body in all respects. If this continued, he would face nothing but death.
Deep in the divine kingdom of the God of Forest, the true body of the Demon coldly watched this battle, considering whether he should intervene and eradicate Arthur and the Old Monk once and for all.
However, the azure figure previously perceived by his avatar made him opt for observation. Such a terrifying existence was beyond his match. Therefore, to ensure this identity's safety, he couldn't afford to act so brazenly; he needed the right excuse and the perfect moment, after all, this Divine Spirit's body was crucial to his future scheming, an existence too valuable to lose.
As he pondered, the battle on his territory had entered a climax. The Old Monk unleashed technique after technique; his words echoed through the air. Each sentence seemed to carry a powerful force, altering the rules of the surrounding space. The bright Holy Light gradually illuminated the area, significantly weakening the Demon's power when combined with the glow from the Sword in the Stone in Arthur's hand.
Arthur's tireless combat also caused immense headaches for the Demon, who, in a moment of inattention, received a massive wound to his chest from Arthur's sword, leaving a gaping wound that caused agonizing pain with every movement.
"Damn you, you've forced my hand!" In his dire state, the Demon suddenly roared.
His body strangely began to round, his belly ballooning as if inflated, seemingly harboring terrible power within.
"This is bad, he's going to self-destruct." The Old Monk immediately recognized the Demon's ploy, hastily shouting a warning, leading the people around him to flee at high speed.
As the Demon's body grew larger and the power within him grew stronger, the Old Monk glanced at Arthur and then pulled out a book that shone with a pure Holy Light.
Flipping open the book, golden letters danced off the pages, inscribed with ancient and mysterious script that made one's head spin just by glancing at it.
With authority, he declared, "The Lord says, where the Holy Light shines, there shall my protection be."
A dazzling Holy Light emanated from the book, enveloping the entire castle area, as a formidable force descended from the void, reinforcing the space.
Meanwhile, having accumulated power for a long while, the Demon finally met destruction; his dark and massive body exploded completely, a mushroom cloud suddenly appeared before everyone's eyes. The terrible shockwave swept through with intense heat; plants around withered instantly, and the blasting wind peeled a layer away from the ground.
This apocalyptic force left the surrounding onlookers stunned, each with mouths agape, dumbstruck by the terrible spectacle.
Infinite Holy Light converged, forming a white cage that restrained this terrible power within the boundaries of the castle, preventing it from destroying the surrounding dwellings.
But the power of the Demon's self-destruction was simply too strong, and the white cage started to crumble, cracks spreading across its surface.
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