Chapter 664: Timely Rescue

The ambush by over a dozen Tian Yao left Li Yi facing unprecedented peril.

This assault was enough to reduce him to ashes—even divine blood, even mastery of multiple arts, none of it mattered; the only thing he could rely on now was the Crimson Feather Purple Gold Armor on his person.

He hoped this Dao artifact could protect his life.

Yet at this very moment, the Crimson Feather Purple Gold Armor, which had been surging with crimson aura and echoing with the cries of spiritual birds, suddenly manifested a fifth-colored radiance—a barrier appearing before his eyes.

This fifth-colored barrier looked fragile and thin, yet in truth it was unimaginably resilient.

One after another, the Tian Yao attacks struck, yet none shattered the barrier—only ripples spread across its surface, while Li Yi, protected within, remained utterly unharmed.

This sight struck the other Tian Yao with disbelief.

"How is this possible? He's still alive? With so many of us working together, how did he block the attack?"

"Such a technique cannot belong to any human evolutionist—he must have used some hidden trump card. Ignore it; he won't last long. Kill him quickly and reclaim the Moonbow and the Black Gold Arrows."

"Something's off—the enemy's reinforcements have arrived."

The Tian Yao exchanged rapid words, then one suddenly sensed a familiar and powerful aura entering their perception range—they recognized it.

It was the aura of one of Earth's top-tier experts, whom they had once seen fighting a Great Demon; the sheer scale of that battle had sent shivers through their souls.

Li Yi now realized: this fifth-colored radiance was almost certainly the work of Old Wu Dao—he cultivated the Five-Color Luo Tian Art and wielded fifth-colored energy with exquisite mastery.

"Is Old Wu Dao here?"

He immediately scanned the heavens and earth, and saw that the sky above had been bathed in fifth-colored light, the entire world awash in radiant auroras; standing midair within this multicolored realm was a middle-aged man in a sharp suit.

It was none other than Old Wu Dao, who had arrived just in time—but on Earth, his name was Wu Yong.

"Thank heaven I made it in time—if I'd been a moment later, this would've been a disaster. Why are these Tian Yao from the Demon God Realm acting so recklessly today?" Old Wu Dao exhaled slightly as he saw Li Yi unharmed.

Yet immediately, he felt puzzled.

What could possibly warrant a dozen Tian Yao from the Demon God Realm uniting?

"Forget it—I won't overthink it. First, deal with these Tian Yao." Old Wu Dao didn't dwell on it; since he had revealed himself, he wouldn't let these Tian Yao run rampant along the frontline.

It was precisely because he held this position that the Tian Yao dared not easily cross the border.

He raised a finger, and light wove together, forming the shape of a sword—brilliant, radiant, yet brimming with lethal intent; merely appearing, it seemed ready to tear the heavens apart.

"Five-Color Divine Sword—go!"

Old Wu Dao flicked his finger, launching the Five-Color Divine Sword; it pierced the sky at an impossible speed, instantly striking toward the Tian Yao.

One Tian Yao sensed the mortal danger and knew he was no match for this opponent—he immediately abandoned chasing Li Yi and turned to flee without hesitation—but he hadn't flown far.

A flash of fifth-colored light passed—and his head was severed instantly.

Blood sprayed.

Then the Tian Yao revealed his true form: a massive, headless corpse plummeted from the sky.

A powerful Tian Yao was slain silently, without even a chance to resist.

This was the gap in realm.

Without the power of a Great Demon, none of them could survive a single strike from Old Wu Dao—especially now, for Old Wu Dao was no longer what he once was; since arriving on Earth, he had not only restored his power to its peak but also cultivated Daoist arts.

Though Old Wu Dao was a Three-Flower Realm cultivator who had only bloomed one flower, his combat power far surpassed what it had been in the Declining Dao World.

The Five-Color Divine Sword circled and danced in midair, not dissipating, but turning to strike another Tian Yao.

"Fall back! A Great Demon-level expert has appeared—we're no match. If we keep trying to kill this human evolutionist, we'll all die here. No hesitation—leave now!"

One Tian Yao shouted—he was rational, knowing killing Li Yi was now impossible, for the enemy's expert could wipe them all out in moments.

And with such a powerful protector, Li Yi could not be killed.

The other Tian Yao understood the tide had turned; they scattered without hesitation, for only then could they avoid being wiped out entirely.

But retreating now would inevitably come at a heavy cost.

Soon, a second Tian Yao was pierced through the body by the Five-Color Divine Sword; though he unleashed torrents of demonic power and wove countless ancient Dao traces in defense, it was useless—this was an attack from a Three-Flower expert, how could he possibly block it?

With the second Tian Yao dead, the Five-Color Divine Sword turned again, seeking its third target.

Yet these Tian Yao were battle-hardened veterans; once they realized they couldn't win, their retreat was swift and utterly without hesitation.

Though this tactic was sound, they had still underestimated Old Wu Dao.

The next instant.

They found a vast fifth-colored net appearing before them—it looked familiar, similar to the one they'd used to trap Li Yi—but this time, Li Yi was no caged bird; they were the fish on the chopping block.

The remaining Tian Yao immediately attacked the net, but it was stronger than the Dao-trace-woven barriers they had crafted; even their full-force strikes only damaged a small portion, insufficient to tear it open and escape.

"You think you can escape my Heaven's Net and Earth's Web?" Old Wu Dao, controlling the Five-Color Divine Sword, severed another Tian Yao's head; within moments, five Tian Yao lay dead.

The surviving Tian Yao were stunned and furious—they hadn't expected to fail in killing today, only to be trapped themselves.

If all twelve Tian Yao perished here, it would be a devastating blow to the Demon God Realm's frontline; Great Demons were scarce, and Tian Yao elites were few—they couldn't afford such losses.

!

Just as Old Wu Dao prepared to annihilate the remaining Tian Yao—

Suddenly—

He sensed something and snapped his head toward the Demon God Realm.

A staggering demonic aura surged like a great dragon, its force terrifying; the moment it appeared, it tore a gap through the fifth-colored net.

"Retreat."

A voice rang out from the monstrous demonic aura.

The remaining Tian Yao, seeing this, erupted in ecstatic relief.

A path to survival had opened.

A Great Demon had intervened, forcibly creating an escape route for them.

"Go now!" The Tian Yao surged toward the gap.

"A Great Demon from the Demon God Realm has intervened," Li Yi muttered inwardly, disappointed.

With a Great Demon coming to their aid, Old Wu Dao would hardly be able to wipe them all out.

Old Wu Dao frowned—he knew he couldn't keep all these Tian Yao here today, but neither could they leave unscathed; he immediately sent the Five-Color Divine Sword chasing after them, trying to slay a few more before they escaped.

"Wu Yong, you have no respect for the Demon God Realm! You knew I had arrived personally, yet you still dare kill my subordinates?" A roar erupted from the surging demonic aura, followed by a golden figure bursting through the sky.

The heavens and earth trembled as a purple-gold iron cudgel slammed down, shattering the Five-Color Divine Sword in an instant and forcibly shielding the remaining Tian Yao.

At this moment—

A Great Demon stood in the sky, clad in armor, covered in golden fur, half-human, half-ape; he held a purple-gold iron cudgel, radiating terrifying power.

"Great Demon Yuan Cang."

Old Wu Dao's eyes narrowed—he recognized this Great Demon; he had served on the frontline long enough to remember every one he'd fought, and Yuan Cang stood out as the strongest.

"Yuan Cang, rein in your subordinates. Don't keep crossing the border. Haven't you learned yet from losing so many Tian Yao today? Keep fighting like this, and I fear you'll all die—and your territory will be swallowed by other Demon Kings."

"If you're wise, take your people back to the Demon God Realm and stop causing trouble."

He scolded sharply.

Yuan Cang's face twitched, his grip tightening on the purple-gold iron cudgel.

He truly wanted to crush Wu Yong into paste with one blow.

(End of Chapter)