readease Chapter 894 Extraterrestrial Evil Clan
Chapter 894 Extraterrestrial Evil Clan
"Heh, you don't need to try to provoke me with your clever words. I'm not that stupid. I won't keep you company today!"
The Demon King has always been arrogant and disdainful of the creatures of this world. However, the figure standing in the air outside has an unfathomable aura, and it is clear at a glance that he is an existence that should not be easily provoked.
He naturally wouldn't risk his life. Even if he had to painfully abandon the Great Desolate Monument, which had been gradually eroding him for tens of thousands of years and was about to be completely under his control, it would still be better than dying on the spot.
The moment the words fell, the countless ferocious dark giant snakes instantly collapsed and scattered like a tide, frantically fleeing towards the space outside the monument, wanting only to escape this dangerous situation as soon as possible.
"Hmph, do you think you can escape with such meager skills?"
Upon seeing this, the spirit of the monument immediately let out a cold snort, but did not move to stop it.
It was only because the Demon King decisively abandoned most of his demonic power to delay and restrain him during his escape that he was able to break free of the suppression and flee at high speed.
However, the spirit of the monument was not flustered at all, as he did not need to take action himself.
The spirit of the monument slowly raised its head, its gaze fixed on the sky beyond the monument.
Above the void, a colossal hand, obscuring the sky and blotting out the sun, had quietly taken shape. Its palm wind surged, its might overwhelming all heavens, and with an irresistible, immense power, it fiercely grabbed at the dark giant serpents that were scattering and fleeing below.
Under the influence of this inexplicable force originating from beyond the heavens, the fleeing dark serpents had no chance to resist. Their bodies uncontrollably and frantically gathered together, eventually reforming into an enormous, pitch-black demonic shadow in mid-air.
The demonic figure suddenly raised its head, its pair of blood-red eyes reaching an extreme of malevolence. Deep within its pupils, endless violence, ferocity, and madness seemed to be constantly churning and surging, chilling anyone who looked upon it.
Sensing the overwhelming and terrifying attack from above, the pair of crimson demonic eyes suddenly narrowed, and a hint of fear and bravado finally appeared in his voice: "Who exactly are you?"
"Stop meddling in my affairs and let me leave immediately, or my Demon Clan will not let this go!"
"He's just a True King of the Otherworldly Demons who has undergone two cycles of reincarnation, yet he speaks with such arrogance."
Xiao Ling's sneer came faintly from the horizon, without the slightest ripple. The colossal hand that blotted out the sky remained undiminished in its power, carrying the vast power to suppress all heavens, and without hesitation, it fiercely grabbed down at the demonic shadow that had taken shape.
The demonic energy surged and churned. Hearing Xiao Ling's disdain, the demonic figure immediately roared to the sky, its laughter chilling and piercing, full of ferocity and arrogance:
"Ignorant brat! When I once roamed the world and dominated the winds of change, there was no one like you in this world. How dare you be so arrogant in front of me now?"
"You should know that I have been infiltrating this space, which is imprisoned by the Great Desolation Stele, for many years and can control a portion of its power!"
Before he finished speaking, a black light flashed in the demon's eyes. He stomped his foot on the void, and in an instant, a monstrous black aura surged out of the entire space like a tidal wave, blotting out the sky and the fierce aura soaring straight into the clouds.
"That ignorant fool dares to dream of fighting against such a powerful figure."
Seeing that the Demon King not only did not flee, but insisted on counterattacking and provoking, the spirit of the monument felt a cold sneer and simply released the restraint and suppression of the demonic power in his body.
Since this demon truly desires death and wants a quick end, he will grant its wish and use this opportunity to completely eliminate the troublesome demonic energy that has been entrenched in its body for countless years, thus preventing future troubles.
As the spirit of the monument withdrew its suppressing power, the demonic energy that had been tightly imprisoned deep within the Great Desolate Monument surged forth and merged with the overwhelming black energy outside.
With the blessing of the primordial demonic energy, the demonic energy in the sky became even more violent and intense, constantly condensing and compressing as it surged and rolled, eventually transforming into a gigantic, pitch-black demonic claw thousands of feet long in the void.
Demonic runes swirled around the demonic claw, exuding an overwhelming evil aura. Its fingertips gleamed with a sharp edge that could pierce through the void, carrying a ferocious momentum of mutual destruction as it furiously grabbed straight at Xiao Ling's massive hand.
Seeing the arrogant and self-important attitude of this Demon King, a faint disdain flashed in Xiao Ling's eyes. He felt a strange sense of familiarity, as if he had returned to the time when he faced the group of madmen from the Soul Clan.
They share the same blind arrogance and the same inability to see the gap between themselves and their powerful enemies. This kind of inexplicable self-confidence confirms that villains in all the worlds are all of the same arrogant and foolish nature.
"boom!"
In an instant, the two ultimate forces collided with a deafening roar, like a thunderclap, which resounded throughout the entire desolate space. The aftershocks swept in all directions, and even the surrounding void rippled with distortion.
Suddenly, countless dazzling seven-colored flames rose from Xiao Ling's enormous palm. The flames, dancing with terrifying power that could scorch the heavens and boil the seas, not only easily shattered the thousand-foot-long black demonic claw into a sky full of ethereal mist, but also evaporated all the surrounding demonic energy with overwhelming force, leaving not a trace.
After succeeding, the giant hand continued its momentum without slowing down, descending with lightning speed to completely cover the demonic figure and imprison it firmly within.
"Ah! Damn it, who are you?! What the hell is this flame?!"
Xiao Ling raised his hand and lifted the struggling demonic shadow into the air. The seven-colored flames, like a leech, frantically wrapped around the Demon King, scorching his demonic body and demonic essence.
The Demon King roared in agony as he was burned, his body convulsing violently. Even his deepest demonic soul seemed to be scorched by the eerie flames, experiencing excruciating pain. He tried his best to circulate his demonic energy to resist, but he could not budge the flames even slightly. He could only let out an incredulous roar of anger in extreme pain, his eyes filled with terror and despair.
"Foolish fool! You have no idea what terrifying existence you are facing right now! This lord is an unparalleled powerhouse comparable to the legendary Ancestor of Runes who once shook the heavens!"
The spirit of the Great Desolate Stele watched as the Demon King, who had sought his own death, was indeed utterly destroyed as it had predicted. It immediately let out a hearty laugh, its voice filled with the relief of countless years of suppressed emotions, and its weathered tone revealing an undisguised exhilaration.
In that instant, the vast giant hand in the void suddenly burst forth with dazzling divine light and exploded!
The terrifying power swept in all directions, and the surging demonic energy that trapped the Demon King was rapidly and completely dissolved at a visible speed. The extremely shrill screams of despair echoed intermittently in the space before finally falling into complete silence.
An indescribable, immense shockwave swept wildly from mid-air, causing the void to tremble slightly in its wake. The last wisp of demonic energy permeating the space vanished completely under this supreme power, leaving not a trace of malevolence. As the shockwave slowly dissipated, something floated silently at its center, emitting a warm yet sharp glow. It was a palm-sized triangular crystal, its entire body radiating an ancient and profound aura. However, within the crystal, a wisp of residual demonic energy still lingered, subtly condensing and compressing, eventually transforming into a jet-black bead the size of a longan, quietly dormant within.
At the same time, the entire space, which had been corrupted by demonic energy for countless ages, also underwent earth-shattering changes.
On the Great Desolate Monument, a warm and ancient light slowly gathers and flows, becoming increasingly dazzling.
As light and shadow intertwined, an aged figure slowly emerged from the monument. The old man had a full head of snow-white hair that draped over his shoulders, his face was covered with wrinkles from the years, and he wore a smile of utmost humility and respect. He bowed slightly and bowed deeply in the direction of Xiao Ling in the sky.
"My lord, I am the spirit of the Great Desolate Stele. Thank you for your help in slaying this fiend and relieving me of my suffering."
The old man's voice was aged yet respectful, his tone full of sincere gratitude. He then cautiously inquired, "I wonder what your purpose is in coming here, sir? If there is anything I can do to help you, please feel free to ask. I will gladly die for you."
However, these respectful words received no response.
Above the sky, the black demonic pearl, the size of a dragon's eye, pierced through the void, transforming into a streak of black light that sped towards the space outside the monument without stopping.
Upon seeing this, the spirit of the monument felt a sudden urgency, and a hint of eagerness and reluctance flashed in its eyes.
This peerless expert, comparable to the Ancestor of Symbols, is a once-in-a-millennium opportunity that has descended from the heavens. He has been lying low for countless ages, and finally, this turning point has arrived. He cannot let this opportunity slip by easily.
If we can seize this opportunity, it might be the perfect chance to heal our severely damaged body and fully recover to our peak condition. We must not let it slip away!
Before the thought had even finished, the spirit of the monument flashed with light and immediately, without daring to delay, transformed into a streak of ancient yellow light, closely chasing after the demonic pearl and rapidly hurtling towards the outside world.
The barren wasteland, which was originally devoid of any vegetation, has now quietly sprouted tender shoots, and lush greenery has gradually spread. A faint, fresh vitality slowly permeates and diffuses between heaven and earth, dispelling the ancient desolation and death.
In the center of the earth, the evil black patterns that permeated the towering Great Desolate Monument were fading away at an alarming speed.
The mottled marks that were originally tainted by demonic energy have all disappeared without a trace. In their place is a pure, profound, ancient and vicissitude-like feeling that comes from the distant past, vast and peaceful, completely restoring the majesty and profound heritage that this ancient divine object should have.
Outside the Great Desolate Monument space, as the enormous hand landed completely, the black spots that had been hidden for tens of thousands of years and were extremely evil disappeared without a trace in just a few breaths on the thousand-foot-tall Great Desolate Monument.
The next moment, a jet-black bead the size of a longan broke through layers of space from inside the ancient stele, transforming into a stream of light and landing steadily on Xiao Ling's outstretched palm in mid-air. The icy demonic energy spread slightly along his palm.
"Boy! How dare you treat me like this! My clan will never let you get away with this!"
Within the black bead, a distorted black reflection suddenly appeared, writhing wildly and emitting a furious roar filled with resentment and unwillingness.
"I saw it long ago. You are just like the Ancestor of Runes back then. You are not from this world at all! Do you know how powerful my clan is? This mere Tianxuan Continent is a lower plane that my clan can destroy with a flick of our wrist! If you let me leave as soon as possible, I might be able to forgive you and spare your life!"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Ling smiled faintly, his expression calm and unwavering, completely disregarding the threat.
"Your tone is exactly like those people's. Except, I've already wiped them all out."
He spoke with a light chuckle, his tone indifferent.
"Moreover, you can rest assured that I will clean up the alien demons on the Tianxuan Continent one by one. As for those extraterrestrial evil races, their minds are entirely focused on the main battlefield of the Great Thousand World, and they have no time to care about this lower plane. Your threats will not affect me in the slightest."
He understood that this Demon King was merely trying to intimidate him by using the name of the Extraterrestrial Evil Race. Although the Extraterrestrial Evil Race was powerful, its energy was entirely focused on the conflicts in the Great Thousand Worlds, and it paid no attention to this remote Tianxuan Continent.
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Ling casually flipped his hand and put away the black bead that imprisoned the remnant soul of the Demon King.
He planned to interrogate the Demon King more thoroughly when he had some free time, trying to extract more confidential information about the Demon Race and even the extraterrestrial evil races from him, in order to prepare for future plans.
As Xiao Ling's vast aura gradually subsided, the remaining pressure in the world dissipated, and the turbulent space around him gradually returned to normal.
Only then did Yin Xuanzi dare to lead the Dao Sect elders to quickly approach. Everyone looked at the Great Desolate Stele, which was completely renewed and no longer had any evil aura. They were all shocked and looked at Xiao Ling with awe.
"Lord Xiao Ling, were you the one who caused that earth-shattering disturbance just now? I wonder... was the one you were dealing with the Otherworldly Demon?"
Yin Xuanzi stepped forward, bowed to Xiao Ling, and asked in a tone that was both solemn and curious,
"It's just a demon king that has been suppressed for countless ages by the Great Desolation Stele. I'll just grab it and keep it for some research."
Xiao Ling spoke calmly, his expression unwavering, merely responding with a faint murmur, as if dealing with a powerful Demon King was nothing more than a trivial matter.
"It's actually... the Demon King! My Dao Sect has been suppressing such a terrifying demon all this time!"
Upon hearing this, Ying Xuanzi's expression changed drastically. The Dao Sect elders behind him trembled, their faces filled with disbelief and horror. Their gazes toward the Great Desolate Stele were now tinged with fear and apprehension.
Since its founding, the Dao Sect has existed for a long and long time. As a top super sect in the Eastern Xuan Region, its ancient books contain detailed records of the calamity of the alien demons that swept across the world back then.
They knew better than anyone just how terrifying a King-level Demonic Being was. Its power, comparable to that of a Reincarnation Realm expert, was something that the current Dao Sect could not contend with.
A chill ran through everyone, and they were filled with lingering fear. If this Demon King were to break free from the Great Desolation Stele's suppression and emerge from its seal, the entire Dao Sect would face annihilation. No one in the sect would be able to withstand the slaughter of such a supreme demon, and a catastrophe of unimaginable devastation would ensue. (End of Chapter)