Chapter 934

The territory closest to the demonic god realm’s frontier belonged to Xuantan Yaowang; though Xuantan Yaowang was near Earth, he disliked blind territorial expansion, so when the three demonic kings jointly invaded Earth, he did not participate, merely sending some great demons to assist—merely giving face to the other kings.

In fact, Xuantan Yaowang’s choice proved correct: though the three demonic kings initially invaded Earth with ease, even nearly crushing Earth’s evolvers completely.

But then, one day, Yinya Yaowang fled in panic back to the demonic god realm, followed by the deaths of Tianyue Yaowang and Jin Yu Yaowang one after another, their great demons suffering heavy losses—this made Xuantan Yaowang realize the gravity of the situation.

To prevent future retaliation from Earth’s evolvers, Xuantan Yaowang spent this year recruiting all manner of heavenly demons and great demons without refusal, wildly expanding his power, while simultaneously maintaining as many contacts as possible with other demonic kings.

He had assumed that even if Earth’s evolvers wished to retaliate against the demonic god realm, it would take at least a decade or more, since cultivation required time, and the number of experts could not increase rapidly.

Moreover, if it came to a direct confrontation, the demonic god realm’s deep reserves could easily crush Earth’s evolvers.

But today.

A thunderous roar suddenly erupted within his territory, terrifying power tearing through the earth and severing mountain ranges; his earth demons, heavenly demons, and great demons scattered in panic, followed by hundreds of figures darting through the sky like a dense, impenetrable net, aiming to net every demon within the territory.

This sudden upheaval filled Xuantan Yaowang with shock and rage; he did not need his subordinates to report—he merely sensed the aura of those experts in the heavens and earth and understood: these were Earth’s evolvers, attacking.

But how could they have reached the demonic god realm so quickly? The last war had only passed a year—did Earth’s evolvers not need time to recover? And how dare their experts invade the demonic god realm?

“Death wish.”

Though Xuantan Yaowang did not understand why, faced with his territory being destroyed and his demons slain, he could no longer suppress his killing intent; a long roar erupted, shaking the heavens, his demonic king power radiating as dark light like a tidal wave spreading in all directions.

He intended to obliterate the invaders with a single strike and quell this chaos.

“The demonic king is acting—don’t get too close, fall back!”

Yet as the terrifying demonic king power surged forth, Earth’s evolvers, Daoists, martial masters from the Martial God Continent, and spirit-blood warriors from the Wildlands all chose to retreat.

Simultaneously, several figures stepped forward together, unleashing boundless power to directly sever this demonic king force, causing it to die before it could form, unable to harm anyone else.

“Who dares invade my Xuantan Yaowang’s territory?”

Xuantan Yaowang surged into the sky, his demonic king aura spreading; his eyes blazed with fury, gripping a demonic king weapon, his combat power reaching its peak.

But before he could unleash his rage, his pupils suddenly contracted.

Five Daoists of Great Perfection stood surrounding him, each radiating auroras, all three flowers fully bloomed, a chilling killing intent locking onto the demonic king from afar; besides them stood Li Shenquan, a martial master from the Martial Saint Continent, fists clenched, blood qi like a dragon, his eyes filled with burning battle lust.

Under the gaze of these six top-tier experts, even as a demonic king, he could not help but bristle, a bone-deep chill coursing through him.

"Bad—these enemies came prepared, aiming to surround and kill me with six working together."

Instantly, this thought flashed through Xuantan Yaowang’s mind; he broke into a cold sweat, his demonic king weapon frozen mid-swing.

“What a formidable demonic king—truly arrogant and overbearing.”

Li Shenquan stepped through empty space, striding forward as if the heavens and earth lay beneath his feet, radiating a martial will that swept all before it, invincible in this age.

“Brother, don’t get overeager—the demonic king’s combat power is no ordinary thing,” said Yuqing Daoist. “Better to strike swiftly in unison—avoid delays.”

“No problem,” Li Shenquan replied, yet his martial master’s nature could not be restrained—he instantly lunged forward with his fist.

“Kill!”

Xuantan Yaowang instantly seized this opening: only by killing this human up close could he find a chance to break out; fleeing now would only subject him to the combined assault of six top experts—even his demonic king body could not withstand it.

In a desperate last stand, he unleashed all his demonic king power; countless ancient Dao traces intertwined, concentrating into his demonic king weapon, unleashing an unprecedentedly terrifying force.

Yet Li Shenquan, the Martial Saint from the Martial Saint Continent, was no ordinary foe; his punch struck with power refined to its utmost, instantly shattering space—this punch was not merely terrifying in force, its martial will was ruthlessly dominant, carrying the martial will along with the punch to shatter the opponent’s primordial spirit and soul.

BOOM!

The demonic king power collided with the Martial Saint power; the surrounding space tore instantly, the residual forces of both colliding and spraying wildly; faced with this, the five Great Perfection Daoists had no choice but to join forces to suppress the residual energy, preventing the battle from causing excessive collateral damage among allies.

But soon.

A streak of dark light shot out from the battle’s residual energy, a powerful demonic king strike aimed at one of the Great Perfection Daoists, seeking to repel this formidable foe and carve out a path to escape.

Yet the next instant, a five-colored divine light blazed forth from the heavens and earth, forming a curtain descending from the horizon to block the Great Perfection Daoist.

This demonic king strike, upon striking the five-colored divine light, was instantly neutralized. “What?” Xuantan Yaowang’s pupils contracted sharply as he witnessed this.

Yuqing Daoist sneered: “Can a mere demonic king break through the Five Elements Great Law, cast jointly by five Great Perfection Daoists? If you escape today, I’ll write ‘Yuqing’ backwards from now on.”

Taiyi Tianzun arranged the five Great Perfection Daoists to act in unison not randomly, but in accordance with cultivation principles, maximizing their power to ensure absolute certainty.

“Cough, cough.”

Meanwhile, Li Shenquan, the first to charge, spat out several mouthfuls of blood; a gruesome gash tore across his arm, revealing the bone within clearly.

In that initial clash, he had indeed been at a disadvantage.

“Li Yi was right—even a Martial Saint’s body is still too weak; my fist cannot match the demonic king weapon. Had this demonic king not been desperate to flee and unwilling to trade lives with me, his second strike would have cleaved my body open.”

Li Shenquan fell silent for a moment—he still lagged behind Wu Tianji; Wu Tianji could suppress a demonic king, while he was slightly inferior.

In that moment, both had given their all, no holding back—most clearly revealing their power gap.

But now was not a one-on-one duel—it was a coordinated assassination.

Even wounded, Li Shenquan’s presence did not lessen the pressure: Xuantan Yaowang still endured the attacks of five Great Perfection Daoists; now, demonic king power was being shattered by wave after wave of five-colored divine light—no matter how fiercely the demonic king raged, he could not break the Five Elements Great Law and escape.

“Brothers, let’s jointly obliterate the demonic king’s soul, preserving his body to forge into a Dao weapon later,” Yuqing Daoist proposed.

“Agreed.”

The other four Great Perfection Daoists immediately consented.

Their mission was to kill the demonic king as swiftly as possible, with no stipulation on method; if they could preserve his body for later use, it would make this expedition worthwhile—and they also had his demonic king weapon, a formidable trophy.

These Daoists from the End-Era cultivation world were poor—they feared scarcity; having seized this rare opportunity, they naturally sought every way to build their wealth.

For the first time, Xuantan Yaowang felt the bitterness of helplessness; though he possessed boundless power, he now faced overwhelming odds, bound by the Five Elements Great Law, and ultimately fell, becoming the first demonic king ever captured in the demonic god realm.

Those under him suffered the same fate—other demons in his territory were jointly exterminated, leaving only insignificant minor demons to flee.

Yet Li Yi did not even pause for this battle; his Immortal Dao warship continued at maximum speed toward the next demonic king’s territory.

Soon.

The second demonic king faced the same fate as Xuantan Yaowang: five Great Perfection Daoists joined one Martial Saint, accompanied by over a hundred experts, and immediately launched an assault.

No matter how powerful a demonic king might be, facing six experts in a coordinated assault, his demise was inevitable.

The warship pushed forward relentlessly, aiming to clear the first continent of the demonic god realm in the shortest time possible.

Everything progressed smoothly.

But Li Yi, aboard the warship, remained grim-faced, feeling no joy; this surprise strike had achieved results precisely because it caught them off guard.

Yet such a massive disturbance could not go unnoticed by other demonic kings; upon learning Earth’s evolvers had attacked, these kings had only two choices: flee to other continents, or unite against the enemy.

But given the speed of Li Yi’s advance, the demonic kings could only flee—they could not unite in time, for each demonic king operated independently, resenting the others; only the appearance of a demonic god—or a dire crisis threatening the demonic god realm—could force them to unite.

According to the strategy formulated by Earth’s high command:

After securing this continent without bloodshed, the battlefield could be pushed into the demonic god realm—only then would the decisive battle determining the survival of both realms truly begin.

Of course, some suggested dividing forces, to crush more demonic kings in the first wave and secure greater gains.

But this proposal was rejected.

For the final outcome would no longer hinge on demonic kings, but on the possible emergence of demonic gods—thus, strategic significance far outweighed tactical value.