Chapter 729: The Seven Sorrows Demon Lord

Beneath the earth.

The shrimp soldiers and crab generals, hearing Liu Yu’s accusation, were suddenly struck with great shock.

“It shouldn’t be impossible, right?”

Yet just at that moment.

Ripples spread through the air, and two figures of immense power appeared abruptly near the array’s core.

The teleportation light dispersed, revealing the forms of Zhiyang Shiren and Qin Ming.

“A strange omen from the void!!”

“Liu Yu! I’ve treated you well—why have you done this? How dare you betray all of humanity?”

Han Ya Shiren and the others were still watching the shocking changes on Long Yuan Island, observing the situation, when they suddenly received Qin Ming’s urgent message.

Even the group of Nascent Soul True Persons who had rushed to reinforce them, upon seeing this terrifying sight, dared not meet it head-on and all hastily retreated.

The shrimp soldiers and crab generals were also filled with horror, feeling as if death were at their doorstep.

They had absolutely no power to resist.

The moment these two supreme figures from the Blood Ring Realm appeared, heaven and earth changed color! But that wasn’t the end—numerous other Nascent Soul Demon Lords emerged from behind them, streaming out of the blood-colored palace to join them.

A bold, unrestrained, thunderous voice rang out from within the massive void anomaly.

Puch!

The demonic infant seated atop the black lotus in the central palace even showed a hint of excitement.

A more furious wave of demonic energy surged forth from the rifted void passage, accompanied by overwhelming magical pressure.

Ka! Yet beneath his grasp, the black barrier cracked open with a sharp sound.

Immediately after.

“Hmph! You’re not worthy to kill my demonic offspring or my demonic subjects.”

Even Zhiyang Shiren, though immensely powerful, now faced two opponents of equal realm and wore an expression of unprecedented gravity.

“Blame it on this damned world—for it made me meet them first, instead of you!”

But the next instant.

Zhiyang Shiren’s Nascent Soul mid-stage magical power erupted violently—he was truly enraged.

Even if he fled the battlefield, Zhiyang Shiren could not be blamed.

The other figure was shrouded in strange black mist, his face invisible.

All exchanged glances and, without a word, rushed toward the deep underground beneath the circular structure.

‘The source of this demonic energy is only slightly weaker than primordial demonic energy… This must be a demon lord of great stature descending.’

Boom! Immediately after, a flash of black light erupted from the blood-colored palace, and two figures of extreme power slowly emerged—their aura terrifyingly unmistakable: two Nascent Soul mid-stage Demon Lords.

A cold, savage spiritual presence swept across the void.

“The Six Desires Demon Lord of Guiyu Palace!”

A Nascent Soul True Person, face twisted in terror, frantically crashed against the walls of his own Nascent Soul domain—but could not escape.

Qin Ming immediately nodded and sent an urgent message to the Nascent Soul cultivators outside.

A vast blood-colored palace descended abruptly from the void anomaly, bursting through the earth’s surface and crushing everything around it into dust.

Cries and wails rose in succession; all things tainted by demonic energy underwent grotesque mutations.

“Have you considered the consequences?”

Zhiyang Shiren extended a massive hand, pointing with a finger, ready to interrupt the trio’s ritual.

“The tide has turned… Nascent Soul late-stage.” Han Ya Shiren’s face twitched, his spirit trembling, nearly unable to stand.

Yet just at that moment.

Qin Ming and the other saw this overwhelming power and swiftly retreated.

Seeing this, Zhiyang Shiren’s face darkened like stormclouds, and he urgently told Qin Ming: “Qin Daofriend, immediately notify the cultivators outside for reinforcements.”

In haste, the elderly Huang man slammed hard into the barrier formed by the domain, revealing his disheveled figure. “Such a massive void anomaly—there must be a late-stage Nascent Soul Demon Lord descending.”

A few seconds later, a blood-colored palace a hundred zhang tall appeared before them.

A torrent of demonic energy surged from the array’s core, carrying a corrupting force—even Zhiyang Shiren frowned and activated a technique to shield himself within a purple light barrier.

The Nascent Soul elders present, all centuries-old veterans, clearly understood how to choose in such a situation.

When the black demonic flame arrow reappeared, it pierced his body instantly, dissolving his flesh in an instant.

Either immediate death, or demonic transformation into a monster, or total corruption of magical power, turning them into demonic beings who lost their minds.

A great battle was about to erupt! Qin Ming never imagined events would spiral this far—in less than half a cup of tea’s time, Liu Yu, who had long schemed in secret, used the great array on Long Yuan Island to forcibly open a void rift.

The Six Desires Demon Lord of Guiyu Palace merely made a vague gesture with his fingers, and a ten-zhang-long arrow of black demonic flame mysteriously materialized before him.

Instantly scattering the aura Zhiyang Shiren had released.

“I have no path back.”

“Ah!”

Even more terrifying, countless streams of demonic energy poured from the void passage, rapidly spreading beyond Long Yuan Island and beginning to corrupt the outside world.

The Nascent Soul cultivators present cried out in alarm and retreated furiously, daring not to move further.

Qin Ming’s Nascent Soul domain was cultivated through insight gained from the Void Divine Stone.

“Hmph!”

Though it was noticeably smaller by a full circle than Qin Ming’s Nascent Soul domain.

“Your humble servants welcome the Demon Lord!” Liu Yu, along with the shrimp and crab soldiers, bowed deeply toward the blood-colored palace—the three, having barely escaped death, wore expressions of relief and lingering dread.

The elderly Huang cultivator, without a word, immediately activated his movement technique and fled.

One was a tall, muscular man covered entirely in demonic tattoos, his face fierce and menacing.

With a casual wave of his hand, the demonic flame arrow vanished instantly into the void.

Qin Ming, however, felt no discomfort from this demonic energy—on the contrary, he felt as if he were swimming in water.

Boom! A more violent tremor shook the ground—the void anomaly before Zhiyang Shiren and Qin Ming expanded again.

As Qin Ming pondered, he glanced at the expanding void anomaly before the array’s core—it had already grown to dozens of zhang wide.

If a Nascent Soul late-stage cultivator appeared, it would be a dimensional crushing blow against Nascent Soul early and mid-stage—no matter how many there were, they’d be instantly annihilated; even with Nascent Soul teleportation, none would survive past the second breath. Qin Ming and the others had just begun planning their escape—but someone had already acted.

A dark purple curtain suddenly appeared, enveloping the three within, blocking his technique entirely.

Liu Yu looked at this elder who had shown him great favor, his expression complex. “I’m sorry, Zhiyang Elder, Qin Elder.”

He secretly sent a message to Han Ya Shiren and Long Mu Zhenjun: “My fellow Daoists, let’s find an opportunity to flee together—Long Yuan Island is now tainted by demonic energy; the tide has turned.”

A massive Nascent Soul spiritual pressure was released, ready to reduce the three before him to dust.

“The Seven Sorrows Demon Lord of Xuelian Demon Sect!”

He inwardly cursed bitterly: How could it be that after just a few good days, this misfortune returned so quickly? These Nascent Soul elders could clearly see.

Immediately, his Nascent Soul mid-stage domain unfolded, instantly covering a two-li radius.

Still, he released a magical barrier to feign resistance against the demonic energy.

Boom! Ka! A blinding burst of golden light exploded from his hand, shattering the dark purple curtain instantly.

The Tianhai Alliance’s intelligence naturally included knowledge of demonic sects.

“Blood Demon Palace!”

The demonic energy pouring from this void anomaly was so intense that even Nascent Soul cultivators had to retreat—like a dam bursting, it could no longer be contained.

The Six Desires Demon Lord’s black demonic flame arrow reappeared, striking the Huang elder’s Nascent Soul directly.

Immediately after.

He extended his withered hand and casually pulled—the arrow and his body were suddenly linked by an invisible chain, yanking the Huang elder’s Nascent Soul back with a jerk.

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(End of Chapter)