Chapter 656: Celestial Demon Hei Lin

As a celestial demon of the Demon God Realm, second only to the Three Petals Realm, its power was utterly terrifying—on the Xuanyuan Continent, it would be equivalent to a Tribulation Crossing cultivator.

And this celestial demon was not alone, but one of a group.

At this moment, united, they sought to forcibly breach this line and storm onto Earth.

With the destruction capability of a celestial demon, crushing cities was effortless; it would take little time for Earth to be thrown into chaos, with countless dead and wounded. Moreover, this time the enemy had clearly come prepared, hiding great demons among the celestial demons, and unexpectedly tore through Wu the Daoist's Five-Color Net to escort several celestial demons past the line.

Others wished to intercept, but if a celestial demon was determined to flee, it was nearly impossible to stop it.

But just at this moment.

A long howl suddenly erupted from one corner of the line—a roar like a true dragon, shaking the heavens; then a visible crimson aura surged into the clouds, instantly staining heaven and earth red.

A figure, brimming with murderous intent, as if forged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, moved with astonishing speed, charging straight toward one celestial demon.

"Martial Qi? Such a level of martial qi is inconceivable." Li Yi's eyelid twitched at the sight.

"That's Luo Tianyou's senior brother from another world, named Ji Wu—a fearsome martial powerhouse who came to Earth after hearing it was filled with experts and peril, seeking strong foes to hone his martial path." Bai Sinan said at once.

Even as he spoke, the martial powerhouse Ji Wu struck from afar—a fist like a crimson dragon of martial qi, shaking heaven and earth, its power boundless, carrying an unmatched, domineering fist intent.

This blow forced the celestial demon to abandon its plan to cross the line; it roared loudly, swung its great blade, and unleashed countless traces of dao to meet the attack.

Terrifying power erupted across the heavens; the domineering martial qi clashed with the unique dao traces and divine might of the Demon God Realm, and in that instant, the celestial demon was thrown into a disadvantage—it spat blood profusely, then its massive demonic body reeled backward.

A tall, burly figure now appeared—bare-chested, muscles bulging, crimson martial dragons coiled around his body, his fist clenched in a killing posture, eyes gleaming with divine light, radiating an overwhelming, domineering aura.

Even from afar, one could feel the terrifying fist intent.

One blow had repelled a celestial demon—clearly, Ji Wu's martial strength was nearly on the verge of the Three Petals Realm; on the Xuanyuan Continent, he would be equivalent to a Mahayana cultivator.

And he had reached this level solely through martial arts, revealing how extraordinary the martial path of that world truly was.

Not only that.

At another point on the line, a black lightning bolt appeared out of thin air; a woman clad in a ritual robe, holding a staff, chanted ancient incantations, commanding black thunder to strike a celestial demon attempting to cross the line.

The celestial demon sensed the danger of the black lightning, shifted its body, and split into countless illusions to evade.

The lightning pierced one illusion after another, finally locking onto the demon's true form.

But the celestial demon was no pushover; enraged, it unleashed a strike, dao traces appearing, forcibly repelling the black lightning—but it was forced to halt, losing its chance to cross the line immediately.

Yet immediately after, violent winds erupted around the demon, instantly forming a tornado connecting heaven and earth.

The woman in the ritual robe was clearly chanting another ancient incantation, summoning mysterious power to delay and trap the celestial demon.

"This woman isn't an Earthly expert—she was summoned across dimensions by the military," Bai Sinan recognized the incantation-chanting woman, but pulled Li Yi along: "Celestial demons are terrifying—we're no match. Li Yi, get out of here."

He had already seen one celestial demon cross the line unopposed, and it was nearly upon them.

Bai Sinan feared the demon might casually kill him and Li Yi as it passed.

Though unwilling, he had no choice but to retreat before absolute power.

But Li Yi broke free of his grip and said: "If we let this celestial demon pass, Tianchang City is in danger. I don't know if my strength can stop it, but I want to try."

As he spoke, his body blurred into a sea of mist, then from within the mist, a golden auspicious cloud shot forth, racing straight toward the celestial demon.

"Li Yi, don't be reckless!" Bai Sinan shouted, trying to stop him—but it was too late.

Li Yi's Cloud-Riding Mist-Walking technique was already highly refined; his speed was faster than, or at least equal to, the celestial demon's.

"Don't worry—I have control. Bai Sinan, go first." His voice came as he soared into the clouds, about to collide with the celestial demon.

The celestial demon had no intention of attacking Li Yi or Bai Sinan; having barely breached the line, it intended to lie low on Earth—why waste time on two insignificant insects?

After all, the line still held other experts.

But the moment Li Yi appeared, the celestial demon instantly became alert.

"Not an insect—this human cultivator's power is strong."

Realizing this, the celestial demon gripped its long spear tightly, unleashed demonic power, wove ancient dao traces, stirred the celestial energies, and slashed a blade of ultimate cold light toward Li Yi.

This cold light seemed to cleave the sky, dividing yin and yang.

Clearly, the celestial demon saw Li Yi as a threat and struck without mercy—its opening move was lethal.

Li Yi was no fool; he had prepared. He clenched his fist, and four-colored magic power surged upon it, each strand condensing into an ultimate, brilliant divine light.

The four divine lights intertwined, forming an invincible fist tip.

This was the Great Method of Dividing Rivers into Land—formed by four types of magic power.

This seemingly simple punch concealed profound dao-artistic power; only those deeply versed in dao techniques dared channel four spells at once, and it required immense magic power to sustain.

Fortunately, Li Yi met both conditions.

Thus, the instant the celestial demon unleashed its strike, Li Yi raised his arm and launched a four-colored fist of light.

The cold light and the fist of light collided.

Terrifying residual energy erupted; the ground trembled. Had this area not been fortified by the Dao Art of Turning Earth to Steel, even the shockwave alone would have torn the land apart.

"How did Li Yi's power become so strong?" Bai Sinan, watching from afar, widened his eyes.

Just last time, when he and Li Yi teamed up against Du Bai Zhi, he wasn't like this—how much time had passed? Already such a drastic transformation.

This clash seemed evenly matched.

Li Yi had not yet completed his Five Qi Realm—he was missing one of the Five Elements—so his fist tip was unstable. Otherwise, with the Five Elements harmonized, shattering the opponent's strike would have been effortless.

"Indeed, fighting across realms isn't easy—even with twelve times the magic power of my peers, I still can't manage it." Li Yi's gaze darkened.

!

He had assumed that mastering multiple arts would let him easily fight a celestial demon across a realm.

But now it seemed his strength was roughly equal to that of a celestial demon.

In fact, the celestial demon's expression was grave as it regarded Li Yi—it sensed the human's realm was low, yet his displayed power was astonishing, his combat strength beyond imagination.

"Being targeted by this human cultivator, escaping won't be easy. I must end this quickly—kill him here, or I'll fail the Demon King's orders."

Thinking this, the celestial demon abandoned flight and roared: "I am Hei Lin, celestial demon of the Heavenly Moon Demon King. Human, what is your name?"

Heavenly Moon Demon King?

Li Yi had heard that name—when Du Bai Zhi crossed dimensions, she possessed a jade rabbit, whose father was the Heavenly Moon Demon King, of noble bloodline and extraordinary status.

"A dying man—why ask so much?" Li Yi did not reveal his name.

If he spoke his name, he'd instantly draw the pursuit of the Demon God Realm—after all, Du Bai Zhi had died at his hands. He wouldn't be foolish enough to reveal himself.

"Die."

The celestial demon Hei Lin roared in fury, brandishing a spear forged from some creature's fang and lunging forward.

At one moment, his body ignored spatial limits, appearing before Li Yi as if teleporting, and thrust his spear straight at him.

The spear came like a comet striking the moon.

This strike was utterly unexpected.

Even Li Yi's soul warning couldn't fully prevent it—he narrowed his eyes, instinctively dodged vital points, and blocked the near-fatal strike with his Chi-Yu Zi-Jin Armor.

BOOM!

Terrifying power erupted.

Simultaneously, the Chi-Yu Zi-Jin Armor on Li Yi's body flared crimson light; these crimson rays intertwined, forming a red spiritual bird that spread its wings and forcibly repelled the attacker.

When Hei Lin saw the crimson spiritual bird, his face changed instantly—he gnashed his teeth: "The essence of the great demon Feng Yu? Damned fool—you're Li Yi, the killer of the Demon King's daughter?"

Clearly, Hei Lin had seen the great demon Feng Yu and recognized the origin of the Chi-Yu Zi-Jin Armor.

"So what?" Li Yi, having blocked the strike, instantly activated his dao art.

At this moment, his entire body blazed with fire; he opened his mouth and exhaled.

Summon Wind!

Heartfire surged with the gale—this time, to amplify the power of the Summon Wind Art, he directly channeled his dwindling incense power, for incense power would fade with time anyway; better to use it now to kill this celestial demon.

With incense power enhancement, the Summon Wind Art became ferocious.

Within the sky-spanning sea of fire, flames transformed into serpents, beasts, and birds—alive and countless, surging toward Hei Lin; fueled by the gale, the flames penetrated every crevice, scorching flesh and burning souls.

Hei Lin screamed in agony—his body burned, smoke pouring from his skin, his flesh rapidly dissolving to reveal metallic-gloss scales, each scale possessing astonishing defensive power, like armor woven onto his body.

"Die."

He braved the Summon Wind Art, raised his fang-like spear again, and instantly wove countless black dao traces across it; the already razor-sharp spear now became terrifyingly lethal, like a black serpent lunging forward.

This strike aimed straight for Li Yi's head, seeking to end his life.

(End of Chapter)