Chapter 487: Each Showing Their Divine Abilities

At the center of the battlefield, several figures were clearly divided into two opposing camps, confronting each other.

"Do the insects of the Tianlan Continent dare to take the initiative to attack now?"

A Demon Commander said coldly with a mocking smile.

"Heh, after all, the grievances of thousands of years must have an ending, don't they?"

Yang Jiuxiao did not get angry; instead, he wore a lukewarm smile.

"Heh~"

"Hmph~"

"Dark Binding Kill!"

"Moyuan Zhua!"

The Duan Ren, radiating black light, collided heavily with the sinister claw shadows, emitting the sound of clashing metal; the two figures looked at each other in astonishment.

Two old schemers!

Then, the two separated rapidly and escaped directly into the shadows.

The sudden collision was like opening a floodgate, and the battle between the strongest of both sides erupted instantly.

"Demon Martial Triple Strength!"

The leading Demon Commander had Evil Qi surging, condensing a suit of armor on the surface of his body; the fanged ghost face on the armor was daunting to behold.

Opening his palms, ten sharp bone claws sprang out, and the biting cold light reflected from them seemed capable of blinding eyes.

"First layer, Demon Cleave!"

The pitch-black claw shadows arrived in an instant, directly tearing through the armor on Yang Jiuxiao's chest and sending the latter flying hundreds of zhang.

"Heh, vulnerable."

Having achieved success with one strike, the Demon Commander sneered incessantly; just as he was about to turn around to find other opponents, he abruptly stopped his figure and looked solemnly at the figure in the distance that was climbing up.

"Finally, this is a bit interesting."

Although his tone was relaxed, his entire person was on high alert; he faintly felt that he might have run into big trouble.

"Oh my, I really am old and useless, to actually be hit by an attack as slow as this."

Yang Jiuxiao climbed up with a chuckle, talking to himself as if chatting about daily life; while rising, he cleanly and neatly tore off the tattered armor on his body, revealing the grayish-white skin beneath his clothes, the three white marks on the skin so faint they could almost be ignored.

Seeing this, the Demon Commander's face immediately fell; he was certain that his attack had hit the opponent, yet it was precisely because of this that he could not accept it.

His own attack couldn't even break the defense?

"You dog of the Outer Realm Evil Clan, don't look down on an old man!"

Using a tone of lecturing a junior, Yang Jiuxiao's expression gradually became terrifying; with a stomp of his foot, a sonic boom rose on the spot; the Demon Commander looked in horror at the old man who had suddenly appeared before his eyes, his arms subconsciously blocking his chest.

"Boom!"

The black figure immediately flew backward, smashing through dozens of Outer Realm Evil Clan members before barely coming to a stop.

"Cough, cough~"

The Demon Commander, having stopped his figure, coughed a few times; the sharp pain in his chest made him frown involuntarily. At this moment, his image could be described as quite miserable: the sharp claws that could easily pierce the defenses of powerhouses of the same level were broken at the root, and the armor protecting his body was shattered to pieces, having clearly lost its effectiveness.

"Body-refining Warrior?!"

The Demon Commander could not believe that the little old man in front of him was a body-refining Warrior; regardless of whether he was willing to believe it, the opponent's identity was beyond doubt.

"Do you really think there are no powerhouses in the lower planes?"

Yang Jiuxiao said this as countless complex patterns lit up on his arms, and the grayish-white arms instantly condensed a layer of thick, heavy ice armor.

"Dragon Roar!"

The simple punching motion appeared to the Demon Commander as a frost giant dragon roaring toward him, his expression shifting between shades of gray and red.

"Demon Martial Triple Strength, second layer, Demon Devour."

Viscous black energy surged from his trembling palms, completely wrapping his arms, and he immediately grabbed toward that giant dragon.

"Sss~"

The giant dragon made contact with his palms, faint white mist rose, and the magnificent dragon-shaped body shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Hmph~"

The Demon Commander curled his lips, but before he could voice his mockery, a whisper of the Grim Reaper came from behind him.

"Flame God!"

Scorching flames roasted the Demon Commander's back, and a palm suffused with flames slapped down; the Demon Commander's face changed drastically, black flames surging all over his body.

"Demon Flame Covering Body!"

"Boom!"

The pitch-black demon flames covering the Demon Commander's body were instantly slapped away, and the force of the flame palm was also nearly exhausted.

Whoosh!

The Demon Commander, having reacted, flashed again to appear a thousand zhang away, looking at the old man opposite him with cold sweat dripping; at this point, if he simply treated the opponent as a little old man, it would be foolish.

The physical state of a body-refining Warrior is far superior to other professions, especially since this one, for some reason, seemed to have gotten rid of the drawback of a severe decline in strength in one's later years; a headache!

Even though the enemy was tricky, the Demon Commander was not too worried; head-on confrontation was not his clan's specialty to begin with.

"Hundred-Eye Demon Statue!"

The Demon Commander's thoughts raced, but his hand movements were not slow at all; with one hand forming a seal, a demon-eye giant statue radiating Evil Qi was summoned to the battlefield; the hundreds of huge blood-red eyes embedded all over its body looked terrifying, and the flexibly rotating eyeballs were full of eerie vitality.

"When it comes to size, this old man has never feared anyone!"

"Mountain Giant, rise!"

As the words fell, a stone giant of no lesser size roared and manifested behind Yang Jiuxiao; its two heavy fists struck together with a "bang-bang," and the entire space seemed to tremble because of it.

"Heh heh~"

Seeing this, the Demon Commander was not alarmed but delighted; Evil Qi wrapped around his entire body,

"Light of Purgatory!"

All the eyeballs of the Demon Statue simultaneously locked their targets onto Yang Jiuxiao, emitting purple-black rays that then converged into a pillar of light.

"Petty tricks."

Yang Jiuxiao did not hesitate and charged straight ahead; the Mountain Giant possessed no flashy abilities, its only advantage being a defense as solid as a rock, capable of withstanding the bombardment of four to five powerhouses of the same level simultaneously without being defeated, and he had absolute confidence in this.

The purple-black pillar of light hit the Mountain Giant as expected, but it was like a clay ox entering the sea, failing to stir up even a ripple.

"Hmm?"

Yang Jiuxiao did not relax; instead, he frowned, for the sensation transmitted from the Mountain Giant just now was very strange, possessing almost no force at all.

The strike just now had been grand in momentum and vigorous in aura; he did not believe that a move the Demon Commander had hidden until now would be a mere facade.

There is something strange!

Watching the Mountain Giant, whose offensive stance was becoming increasingly cautious, the Demon Commander could not help but sneer.

"Only realizing it now? Too late!"

He was of the Illusion Demon race; head-on combat was just a habit, while brain-storming was his true profession.

"One, two, three, fall!"

Following the Demon Commander's count, Yang Jiuxiao also keenly sensed his own abnormality; his vision began to blur, and the many experiences in his memory appeared before his eyes one by one.

The carefree days of his childhood, the surprise of stepping onto the path of cultivation, the longing when he first joined his sect, the disappointment of his first failure to break through a realm, the pain of losing his closest kin in his youth, the sorrow of his fellow disciples passing away one after another, the loneliness of knowing there were no more peers left in the world, the anger at the younger generation for making principled mistakes...

The joys and sorrows of thousands of years played out in his mind, and in the outside world, the Mountain Giant stopped its steps.

"As expected!"

The Demon Commander smiled triumphantly; the abilities of their Illusion Demon race were indeed the bane of Warrior-class cultivators with weak spiritual power, using illusions created from memories to trigger the enemy's emotions and cause them to lose their way—in a situation where the prepared targeted the unprepared, it was simply foolproof.

Was he not now at his mercy?

Immediately, with a slight movement of his mind, he controlled the Hundred-Eyed Giant Statue, carrying a killing intent as biting as a night rain, and struck a fist toward Yang Jiuxiao, who was at the core of the Hundred-Eyed Giant Statue.

"Boom!"

The moment the black light on the fist was about to touch the core, two giant stone palms grabbed the arm of the Hundred-Eyed Demon Statue, and a voice as cold as frost clearly reached the ears of the astonished Demon Commander.

"Scum, what are you trying to do?"

(End of this chapter)