Chapter 207: Nieba's Slash

Seeing Yanzhi like a small boat in a violent storm, swaying and drifting under the frantic attacks of the five Supremes, Meng Su felt his hot blood rush straight to his head.

Watching his loved one fighting inside while he hid far away, helpless—this was not the conduct of a man, not the act of a husband, and not Meng Su's character.

Just as Meng Su was about to step out of Li Huan'er's Illusion Realm, a sudden change occurred.

The sky above the Demon Realm suddenly paused, and a colossal figure appeared in the cloud-covered expanse; the figure was ten thousand zhang tall, pitch-black all over—it must have been a Dharma Form.

The black shadow drew a Broad Blade and slashed into the Asura Army.

The Demon Qi brought by this strike danced and ravaged the Demon Army. With a single strike, tens of thousands of Asura died in vain.

The Dharma Form shrank, finally transforming into a black-clad man filled with baleful aura; the man was nearly three meters tall, his eyes swirling with baleful energy, with short hair and a scar running from top to bottom across his entire face.

The black-clad man looked toward the place where Meng Su was hiding.

Meng Su's heart trembled; this person was none other than the Right Envoy of the Reincarnation Sect: Nieba. He was extremely dissatisfied with Meng Su as the successor to the Demon Lord, and if he were to stand against the Demon Realm at this moment, the Demon Realm would truly be in danger.

Nieba looked at Meng Su and said coldly, "What are you still waiting for?"

Meng Su stepped out of the Illusion Realm, and Nieba withdrew his pressure, saying slowly, "Summon the Undead Army and let them see the true strength of our Demon Realm. Does the tiny Asura Realm dare to bully my Demon Realm as if there is no one left?"

Meng Su was overjoyed.

It was clear that Nieba stood on the side of the Demon Realm.

Meng Su twisted off his right index finger and took out the Bone Flute. Channeling his Demon Power, he blew the Bone Flute, and the clear, resonant sound of the flute spread to all corners of the Demon Realm.

This flute sound drowned out all other noises in the Demon Realm, including Yanzhi's zither music.

After hearing the flute, Yanzhi glanced toward Meng Su's side, and upon seeing him, a look of surprise and happiness appeared on her face.

The first to respond were the one hundred thousand Undead generals.

The sky above the Demon Realm began to boil, and countless black-clad Undead generals appeared from the void. The million Undead soldiers sleeping in the Underground World opened their Coffins one after another and walked onto the Black Demon Sea.

As the Undead Army assembled, the space above the Black Demon Sea began to twist and become chaotic; this fragile space seemed unable to support such powerful baleful energy, and the black clouds in the sky grew thicker, with lightning faintly appearing.

Once the Undead Army was concentrated, the Demon Generals first paid homage to Meng Su, then to Nieba.

Nieba waved his Broad Blade and shouted to the vast, endless Undead Army: "The Demon Realm is the place that gave birth to us and raised us. Now, someone wants to trample our homeland and slaughter our people. Over tens of thousands of years, how many battles have we experienced? How many seemingly invincible enemies have we defeated? We are invincible. Asura evil cultivators, you dare to provoke our majesty—what should we do?"

"Kill, kill, kill."

The Undead Army let out roars. Led by the one hundred thousand Demon Generals, they charged at the Asura Army; in just one exchange, the Asura Army was scattered. For an Asura Army that had lost its formation, the only result awaiting them was a crushing defeat.

Nieba looked at the void ahead and said, "Kid, how long do you intend to hide? Playing mysterious?"

A ray of light suddenly appeared in the sky, as if someone had drawn a stroke in the air with a Brush.

At the tip of the stroke appeared a bearded man, who laughed heartily: "Senior, you joke. I have also just arrived. These Asura scums are not worth my attention. I propose we have another competition to see who kills their current enemy first—dare you?"

Nieba said dismissively, "Why wouldn't I dare? I will let you choose first, old man."

The person who arrived was Yan Chixia, though he was now the Talisman King among the Four Great Dharma Kings of the Demon Capital: Fu Dian.

Compared to Nieba, Fu Dian was indeed a later generation, with a difference of several thousand years between them.

Fu Dian laughed: "Senior, you choose first; respect the old and cherish the young."

After saying this, Fu Dian even winked at Meng Su.

"Good." Nieba charged toward one of the Asura Supremes.

This Asura was similar in physique to Nieba, tall and burly, with red skin. He had two horns on his head, one red and one black, and between the two horns, electric arcs crackled from time to time; he looked like someone not to be trifled with.

The Asura was preparing to launch an attack on Jin Wuyin when he was intercepted by Nieba. Nieba slashed his Broad Blade at the void, and the two disappeared, heading to another battlefield to fight to the death.

A Brush appeared in Fu Dian's hand, and he chose Yang Mingzong.

Yang Mingzong looked like a scholar, refined and gentle, but in fact, his Demon Art was formidable and terrifying; among the five, he could definitely rank first or second.

Fu Dian waved his Brush, and Yang Mingzong and Fu Dian disappeared. The two also went to another battlefield.

The battle of the Demon Venerables, capable of moving mountains and overturning seas, could not be ended in a short time.

There were still three people on the scene: Ye Hong, Yang Ping, and another Asura named Yinzhu. This person belonged to the same clan as Yinzhu—the Feather Clan—and later defected to the Wing Clan. To win over hearts, the Wing Clan performed an empowerment on him, forcibly raising him from the initial stage of Supreme to the late stage. Yinzhu was the one with the lowest cultivation realm among the five Supremes.

Ye Hong was originally the ancestor of the Ye Family, but later attained the status of Venerable in the Asura Realm; in terms of realm, he ranked third among the five.

Yang Ping was the ancestor of the Wing Clan. However, compared to the Asura Race and the Human Race of the same realm, his combat power was much lower. The Human Race was the race most suited for practicing the Demon Path.

The three glanced at Meng Su, feeling that Meng Su was an important figure, but after all, his realm was too low; in their eyes, such a realm was no different from an ant. The three looked at him, ignored Meng Su thereafter, and turned to surround Wuyin and the others.

Li Huan'er, who had been hiding in the Illusion Realm, stepped out; having emerged, Li Huan'er looked as if possessed by a Demon God, her expression cold and her eyes sharp.

Li Huan'er pointed at the Phantom Crystal lake, and the endless Illusion Power in the lake began to flow toward her; this flow activated the Phantom Crystal mine beneath.

The aura on Li Huan'er began to climb. She broke through the Demon God barrier, advanced to Demon Saint, and then continued to advance: Demon Saint Initial Stage, Demon Saint Mid-Stage, Demon Saint Late-Stage, Demon Saint Peak, Extreme Saint, and finally, a surge of Supreme Power centered on Li Huan'er spread outward like a shockwave.

Li Huan'er had advanced to Supreme.

This was the only Supreme to have advanced in the Demon Realm in five thousand years.

Li Huan'er's figure twisted and swayed in the air, appearing and disappearing; this was the result of Illusion Power affecting space.

Li Huan'er looked coldly at Yinzhu, and with a blur of her figure, she appeared before him.

Yinzhu was stunned by Li Huan'er's sudden transformation. How could someone advance from Demon God to Supreme in an instant? This was too terrifying. Wasn't it said that the laws of the Demon Realm were incomplete and it was impossible to advance to Supreme? How could it be so easy to become a Supreme now?

The most bitter was Ye Hong; he had betrayed the Demon Realm to become a Supreme and had even transformed his body into an Asura, yet she advanced as if it were child's play.

Yinzhu struck a palm toward Li Huan'er.

The surrounding space twisted and stretched under the effect of the Illusion Power, moving slowly, which looked very awkward to Yinzhu and affected his Divine Sense.

Li Huan'er raised her palm to meet Yinzhu's palm. Under the force of the strike, Li Huan'er was knocked back dozens of zhang, spraying blood from her mouth.

Meng Su was shocked; he had been immersed in the shock of Li Huan'er's advancement to Supreme when he suddenly discovered she was severely injured. He hurriedly used Body Follows Thought to arrive behind Li Huan'er and caught her in his arms.

The Reincarnation Lotus on Meng Su's body slowly rose from the top of his head and then merged into Li Huan'er's body. Meng Su gave the Reincarnation Lotus to Li Huan'er.

Li Huan'er received the replenishment of Life Force and charged toward Yinzhu again.

And then she was knocked away by Yinzhu again.

After Yuan Qi appeared from the void, he looked into the distance at Li Xuan, whose true form was a Mysterious Turtle, belonging to the Demon Saint class.

Li Xuan sensed Yuan Qi's gaze and pointed a finger at him; a transparent Tortoise Shell appeared on Yuan Qi's body. This Tortoise Shell isolated the Supreme Pressure.

Yuan Qi took steps that flickered in and out of existence, arriving before Yintian, and together with Li Huan'er, the two of them fought a great battle against Yintian.