Chapter 390: Demon Master Steals Treasure, Star Array Collapses into Chaos

"Who?!"

Di Jun's eyes were splitting with rage, his Golden Crow imperial robes billowing violently, incomparably angry.

Above the firmament, the boundless sea of stars shook violently.

The light of the three hundred and sixty-five main stars dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the power of their origin dried up instantly.

The operation of the Zhou Tian Star Array stalled instantly.

In the void far away, a circle of extremely hidden spatial ripples appeared.

A figure emerged; it was the Demon Master Kill Kun Peng in black robes, clutching the Hetu Luoshu that emitted a dim green light tightly in his hands.

He looked back at the chaotic battlefield, his eyes filled with greed and determination.

"Di Jun, Taiyi! The fortune of this Demon Court is exhausted; this seat will not accompany you to your deaths!" Kill Kun Peng let out a cold laugh.

His figure flickered, directly turning into a black roc that blocked the sky.

He flapped his wings violently, rolling up a sky full of wild wind, and fled crazily toward the direction of the North Sea without looking back.

Deserting in the face of battle! Stealing the supreme treasure!

Di Jun looked at Kill Kun Peng's fleeing back, feeling only blood surging in his chest, and a mouthful of golden demon blood sprayed out directly.

"Old thief Kill Kun Peng! I will tear you into ten thousand pieces!"

Having lost the core array eye of the Hetu Luoshu, the Zhou Tian Star Array completely lost control.

"Boom!"

The violent starlight exploded directly above the firmament.

The terrifying backlash of the three hundred and sixty-five main stars, with starlight flowing backward, rushed straight into the bodies of the Star Lords who had set up the array.

"Ah—!"

Shrill screams rose one after another.

The three hundred and sixty-five Star Lords at the Great Luo Golden Immortal level, who bore the brunt, did not even have the chance to escape.

Their physical bodies and Primordial Spirits expanded in the out-of-control starlight, then exploded one after another.

The blood mist filling the sky mixed with the dissipated starlight, turning into a deadly meteor shower, smashing fiercely toward the Primordial land.

The billions of Demon Clan army instantly fell into extreme chaos and panic.

A moment ago, they were still slaughtering the Sorcerer Clan with the help of the array, but the next moment, the array's blessing disappeared.

The low-level demon soldiers who lost the array's protection were hit by the falling starlight, instantly turning into puddles of meat paste.

On the battlefield below, Brother Di Jiang spat out a mouthful of black blood; his faceless head raised abruptly, looking straight at the collapsing sea of stars.

"The Zhou Tian Star Array is broken!"

Although the eleven Ancestral Sorcerers were seriously injured, it was not fatal.

The Sorcerer Clan's formidable physical bodies allowed them to recover quickly, and they seized this fleeting opportunity for battle.

"Sorcerer Clan sons, kill!"

Brother Di Jiang's six feet and four wings spread out violently, and the Law of Space tore through the void, his massive Ancestral Sorcerer true body crashing directly into the densest part of the Demon Clan army.

His four wings were like knives, swinging violently, and thousands of demon soldiers were directly swallowed by spatial cracks, not even having time to let out a scream.

Zhurong's body reignited with pure black flames, and with one punch, demon soldiers within a radius of a hundred miles were burned to ash.

Gonggong rolled up the waters of the Four Seas, turning into a towering water dragon, ravaging the demon army.

Zhu Jiuyin, Daoist Xuan Ming, Qiangliang... the eleven Ancestral Sorcerers forcibly suppressed the backlash injuries from the array, like eleven emotionless meat grinders, charging into the chaotic Demon Clan camp.

Both sides had lost their arrays and began a confrontation of individual combat power.

The Great Sorcerer Xing Tian swung his Gan Qi, chopping open the defense of a Demon King, beheading him along with his weapon.

Jiu Feng manifested her true body, her sharp claws tearing open the chests of demon soldiers, pulling out their internal organs.

Demon blood and Sorcerer blood mixed into dark red rivers, flowing wantonly on the scorched black earth.

Broken limbs and arms danced in the air, and heaven and earth turned into a purgatory of slaughter.

Su Chen watched this astonishing reversal from afar, a flash of brilliant light in his eyes.

Kill Kun Peng stealing the treasure was the will of Heaven, and also a sign that the fortune of the Demon Clan was exhausted.

The Heavenly Dao is ruthless, and all things are but straw dogs.

Su Chen practiced the *Chaos Nine Turns* and walked the path of defying the heavens; at this moment, watching the two great hegemons of the Primordial move toward destruction, his understanding of his own Dao became even more profound.

In his dantian, the Hunyuan Jin Dan accelerated its rotation, and the power of the Five Elements and Yin/Yang became increasingly harmonious, while the destruction and ending Dao inherited from Luo Hou and that incomplete spatial Dao pattern were gradually suppressed by the Yin/Yang Five Elements Dao.

Now, he only needed one opportunity to achieve Hunyuan and prove the Great Luo realm.

In the high sky, Di Jun's eyes were blood-red, staring fixedly at the direction of Kill Kun Peng's escape.

As long as he retrieved the Hetu Luoshu, the Demon Clan would still have a glimmer of hope.

But as soon as he moved, the space in front of him shattered like a mirror.

Brother Di Jiang's massive body blocked his path.

"Di Jun, your opponent is me." Brother Di Jiang's voice carried endless murderous intent.

Immediately following, Zhurong, Gonggong, and Daoist Xuan Ming also surrounded him from three directions.

The four Ancestral Sorcerers joined forces, trapping Di Jun firmly in the center.

Di Jun stopped his steps.

He knew he could not leave.

Once he left, Eastern Emperor Taiyi and the remaining few Demon Sages would absolutely not be able to stop the eleven crazed Ancestral Sorcerers.

The Demon Clan's defensive line would collapse instantly, and the billions of Demon Clan members would face a disaster.

"Dang—!"

The Chaos Bell roared.

Eastern Emperor Taiyi was entangled firmly by seven Ancestral Sorcerers, including Zhu Jiuyin and Qiangliang.

Taiyi's golden robes were stained with blood, his hair disheveled.

He crazily channeled the Chaos Bell, smashing Qiangliang away, but was immediately swept by Zhu Jiuyin's Law of Time, his movements showing a trace of fatal sluggishness.

Tianwu's sharp claws took the opportunity to tear open Taiyi's back, bringing up a large patch of golden demon blood.

"Kill!" Taiyi acted like a madman, completely abandoning defense, fighting for his life.

The bell chime of the Chaos Bell became increasingly urgent, each strike carrying earth-shattering power, yet he was never able to shake off the entanglement of the seven Ancestral Sorcerers.

In the center of the battlefield, the Demon Clan's high-level casualties were heavy.

After the Ancestral Sorcerers joined the battlefield, the Ten Great Demon Sages fell one after another.

Ji Meng swung his trident, trying to block Tianwu to win a chance for Eastern Emperor Taiyi, but was split in two, and just as his Primordial Spirit was about to escape, it was swallowed in one gulp by the Great Sorcerer Jiu Feng.

Ying Zhao was besieged by several Great Sorcerers, his long spear broken, his wings torn off alive, and he was trampled into meat paste.

Shang Yang was pierced by Daoist Xuan Ming's bone spikes, nailed to the ground, and blood stained his feathers red.

Guiche, Citie, Feilian... these Demon Clan Great Abilities who had once shaken the Primordial fell one after another.

Di Jun scanned the battlefield, his heart aching like a knife.

Fortunately, he did not see Bai Ze fall; that wisest of the Demon Clan, who possessed the innate talent of seeking good fortune and avoiding disaster, had disappeared without a trace at some point.

Di Jun felt slightly relieved; it seemed Bai Ze had gone to execute the final order.

The Demon Master's betrayal led to the array being broken, more than half of the billions of Demon Clan army were dead or injured, and the three hundred and sixty-five Star Lords were completely wiped out.

The madness in Di Jun's eyes gradually faded, replaced by a deep look.

He looked at Eastern Emperor Taiyi, who was besieged by seven Ancestral Sorcerers and covered in blood.

Eastern Emperor Taiyi reached out and slammed heavily onto the Chaos Bell, shaking back the surrounding Ancestral Sorcerers, fighting to the death without retreating.

Di Jun saw this scene and roared toward the sky with laughter, his laughter filled with endless desolation and determination.

"Since that is the case, then let us perish together!" Di Jun's voice filled the entire battlefield. ===== CHAPTER 391 =====