Chapter 775: The Demonic God

"Is this Li Yi's strength? Truly terrifying—no wonder he could easily shake this survival base the other day. Even a great demon would tremble at this power."

"I thought Li Yi was insane for attacking out of nowhere, but now I realize there really is a traitor in our survival base—is it Zhang Tianxing? He was among the first evolvers, attended the Golden Academy, and fought in cross-dimensional wars. Could someone like him really be compromised?"

"Stop chatting here—evacuate everyone nearby, get as far away as possible. This level of battle is beyond our capacity to join."

The experts within the survival base quickly discussed, then swiftly withdrew from the area.

Immediately afterward, the survival base's defensive array activated. The sixth-generation AI, Xiao Fei, controlled the array to form an energy shield that rapidly shrank, enveloping the entire region in an attempt to contain the battle's residual force within a limited range.

The battle between Ye Jingtian and Zhang Tianxing continued.

The towering purple-and-green sword light was suddenly engulfed by darkness—deep, oppressive, radiating ominous energy. From within that darkness, a terrifying force surged forth, seeking to drown all things.

Ye Jingtian's strength was indeed formidable. Despite such profound darkness, his twin swords still tore through it with overwhelming force.

From the torn darkness, massive chunks of crimson flesh fell, splattering across the survival base's surroundings.

After landing, these fleshy masses continued to writhe, constantly gathering as if attempting to regenerate—but purple-and-green sword light coiled around them, each flash of radiance preventing their healing.

Clearly, the purple-and-green twin swords in Ye Jingtian's hands were no ordinary artifacts; they could suppress these demonic flesh to some degree. Otherwise, he would have already been swallowed by the darkness.

Yet even so, Ye Jingtian was furious and alarmed.

He could sense a monstrous, colossal evil presence lurking deep within the darkness—over a dozen strange eyes constantly watching him, and among them, he detected Zhang Tianxing's aura.

"Zhang Tianxing, come out."

Ye Jingtian roared again, crossing his twin swords. The purple-and-green sword light merged, cutting through all things without obstruction, instantly piercing deep into the darkness.

In the glow of the blades, he caught a glimpse of the monstrous figure's form.

It was a humanoid monster, its body covered in tentacles, its head adorned with over a dozen eyes, its massive form coiled within the darkness. Zhang Tianxing stood before it, expression cold, his eyes identical to those of the monster.

At this moment, Zhang Tianxing held a massive cross-shaped sword, its blade etched with crimson patterns, a single red eye embedded in its surface—deeply unnatural.

Moreover, the blade fused with his arm, as if one and the same, radiating intense malevolence and an extraordinary, terrifying power.

Zhang Tianxing swung the sword. Darkness surged like a tidal wave, violently extinguishing the incoming purple-and-green sword light, then without pause, swallowed Ye Jingtian's entire form.

As the darkness clung to him, Ye Jingtian's face changed instantly. He felt his body undergoing some bizarre transformation—his skin crawled as if infested with countless ants, itching terribly. He looked closely.

It was no illusion. He truly saw strange little insects growing on his skin—parts of his own flesh, mutated by the darkness.

"Damn." Ye Jingtian did not hesitate. Countless brilliant energies surged from within him, forming sword light that enveloped his entire body, severing every mutated area.

But the cost was severe damage to his flesh—his body drenched in blood.

"Ye Jingtian, you are no match for me." Zhang Tianxing's cold voice echoed. The next instant, he surged forward, cloaked in darkness.

The cross-shaped sword, its eyes gleaming, struck downward.

The entire dark space trembled.

Surrounding him, the whispers of the demonic god filled the air. Under their influence, Ye Jingtian's head throbbed as if splitting, his soul suffering unbearable torment—his formidable strength now crippled.

Yet facing Zhang Tianxing's assault, Ye Jingtian forced himself to calm, merging his purple-and-green twin swords into one.

Sword light interwove, unleashing earth-shattering power, forcibly repelling the darkness, silencing the demonic whispers, then roaring, he swung his blade once more toward Zhang Tianxing.

BOOM!

The two terrifying forces collided again. Countless sword flashes erupted like sparks, piercing countless holes through the dark space. Outside light streamed in—as if the darkness were beginning to retreat.

Yet Zhang Tianxing's strength was no less formidable. Behind him, the demonic god amplified his power. Even under the combined strike of the purple-and-green blades, he remained cold, not retreating an inch.

Clearly, in raw power, Zhang Tianxing surpassed Ye Jingtian.

But the next moment—

The cross-shaped sword in Zhang Tianxing's hand suddenly cracked. The cracks multiplied, as if on the verge of shattering.

"Your weapon is inferior to mine. Killing you today won't be hard. Zhang Tianxing, a master like you, controlled by evil power? How pitiful. Let me send you to your end myself."

Ye Jingtian roared, pouring all his cosmic energy into the blade. The unified purple-and-green sword erupted with blinding radiance.

The next instant—

Zhang Tianxing's cross-shaped sword shattered completely. The terrifying sword light instantly cleaved this world—and his body—in half.

He assumed this blow would finally end Zhang Tianxing.

But a strange thing happened.

Inside the severed body of Zhang Tianxing, there was no flesh or blood—only countless tentacles, identical to those of the demonic god. Even after being split, more tentacles surged from the darkness, weaving back together.

The broken remains repaired themselves in an instant.

Seeing this, Ye Jingtian's eyes narrowed sharply.

Even this can't kill him?

Yet the demonic god within the darkness also suffered injury, letting out a furious roar. As terrifying energy spread, the torn space instantly plunged back into darkness.

As darkness enveloped him, Ye Jingtian saw countless strange tentacles surging toward him in dense waves.

The darkness sought to swallow him utterly.

Yet at the same moment—

A crimson-gold Star-Shattering Spear erupted with countless divine lights, tearing through the darkness and charging in with overwhelming force.

The divine artifact forged of crimson-gold radiated terrifying power. Its edge swept through, severing the demonic tentacles. Unknown-colored blood sprayed everywhere, the air thick with decay and corruption.

"Li Yi." Zhang Tianxing's cold eyes fixed on the intruder.

"Zhang Tianxing, you still recognize me, even like this?" Li Yi stood atop auspicious clouds, crimson-gold spear in hand, his eyes gleaming with divine light as he stared at Zhang Tianxing and the demonic god hidden in darkness.

"Li Yi, be careful—he's strong, and he can't be killed. Also, watch out for the demonic god lurking nearby, waiting to strike." Ye Jingtian exhaled in relief upon seeing Li Yi's arrival.

Fighting Zhang Tianxing alone had been overwhelming.

Because Zhang Tianxing was now too unnatural.

"I know. I once entered the world of darkness. I never imagined its demonic god had reached its hand to Earth."

Ye Jingtian asked: "If you've seen it before, do you know any way to counter it?"

Li Yi immediately thought of its weakness.

The Golden Flame of the World Dragon could burn away darkness.

But he did not say it. Instead, he replied: "The demonic god of another world can only be countered by the power of that other world."

"I understand. Then let's kill him outright—overwhelm Zhang Tianxing with pure force." Ye Jingtian said.

Li Yi said: "You hold him off. I'll deal with the demonic god."

"Agreed." Ye Jingtian replied.

As soon as the words left his lips—

Both vanished from their positions.

Ye Jingtian, twin swords in hand, charged again at Zhang Tianxing. With Li Yi's aid, his pressure lessened—he no longer had to fear ambush from the demonic god, and could focus entirely on his foe.

Li Yi rode the clouds, his body radiating divine light, moving at incredible speed toward the demonic god hidden in darkness.

Yet the closer he came—

The demonic whispers grew denser, like waves of demonic music, tempting his soul toward corruption, chaos, and torment.

Under such conditions, any cultivator's combat power would plummet.

But now, a phantom crimson lotus appeared around Li Yi, shielding his primordial spirit from the whispers. The lotus emitted radiant treasure-light, and wherever it passed, the whispers vanished instantly.

This sight caused the hidden demonic god to gaze in disbelief.

It seemed this was the first time the demonic god had encountered such a thing.

"So this is how it works—the whispers attack the soul and primordial spirit? Lucky I obtained the Crimson Lotus, a treasure that protects the primordial spirit, from the Wildlands. That's why I'm immune."

Li Yi now understood perfectly.

Although the cultivation systems of the two worlds differed, their underlying principles were the same.

"Kill!"

Now unafraid of the demonic influence, Li Yi grew even more reckless. He roared, unleashing the power of Long Hu. The crimson-gold Star-Shattering Spear erupted with boundless divine light.

As he swung the spear, divine radiance wrapped in invincible sharpness cleaved through the darkness, reaching the demonic god's face.

The monstrous entity hidden in darkness was furious.

Countless tentacles whipped and overlapped, forming a dense, impenetrable net, attempting to block this devastating strike.

But the power of the crimson-gold Star-Shattering Spear surpassed even the most advanced inherited divine artifacts. With Li Yi's Eight Dragon, Eight Tiger strength, even a cultivator of the Three Flowers Realm would have to retreat.

This demonic god, though powerful, had certainly not reached the level of a Demon King or Dao-Realizer. Otherwise, Xuan Yuezi would never have escaped the world of darkness.

Thus, as the spear's edge struck, the dense net shattered instantly.

The residual force continued, striking the demonic god with perfect precision.

The monstrous creature's body tore open with a grotesque wound, suffering grievous damage. Strange, agonized shrieks echoed through the shattered darkness.

This demonic god had finally bled.

If it bleeds, it's not a demonic god—just a powerful monster.

(End of Chapter)