Chapter 536

"What the hell are you all staring at? Come help me now!" Mo Yi found this reckless fool beneath him, but remembering the Demon Lord's words, he still joined the battle alongside two other Demon King-level powerhouses.

Then, one Demon Lord stayed behind to pursue the other demon-hunting squads, leaving the rest in dire straits.

Lin Yu watched in desperate anxiety, but had no way to help.

Yet, when heaven takes something from you, it gives something back. Something happened in battle that made him burst out laughing.

He had thought himself hopelessly outmatched against Mo Yi and the others, yet saw the opposing group bumbling terribly—suddenly, he easily blocked the attacks of four of them.

"Looks like more people don't always mean better!" Lin Yu remarked.

Mo Yi stared at these fools, equally grim-faced—none of them could handle even one man together.

(aheg) Seeing the fighters battling far away, Lin Yu's smug grin vanished instantly—Huyan Jue Luo and Wula Yuntian were fighting desperately against a Demon Lord, on the verge of defeat, while Ouyang Lan and Hans Ting were blocked by a horde of demonic creatures and couldn't break through.

Just as he was frantic beyond endurance, a scene emerged that made him want to laugh.

It was that idiotic Boss Po Xu—his recklessness had reached new heights—he unleashed a full-power strike that sent a Demon Lord flying straight toward Lin Yu, unconscious.

Lin Yu wouldn't miss this chance—he cleanly slashed through the unfortunate Demon Lord with one sword.

Instantly, every Demon Lord present and the surrounding demonic creatures froze, stunned for a long moment before reacting.

At that moment, Ouyang Lan and Hans Ting seized the opening—they used their abilities to freeze the dazed demonic creatures, then swiftly escaped the area. The heavy stone hanging over Lin Yu's heart finally dropped.

Because Ouyang Lan moved at incredible speed, no one present except the Demon Lords could catch her—Xiao Lan was finally saved.

Once they recovered, the other Demon Lords erupted in furious curses: "Po Xu, you idiot, what the hell are you doing?!"

Mo Yi was nearly driven mad with rage—he wanted to chop that fool into minced meat.

Seeing Xiao Lan was safe, Lin Yu shouted toward Boss Po Xu: "I never thought you were a mole!"

Boss Po Xu and that poor unlucky bastard would surely be splashed across the Iron Dimension's headline: "I Brought My Idiot."

Though still surrounded and in dire peril, he simply couldn't hold back—he burst into loud laughter. With Boss Po Xu as an inside man, how this would end was anyone's guess.

Because the remaining Demon Lords of the Demon Realm were now warily watching the idiotic Po Xu—their trust among themselves had shattered, so no one knew what would happen.

The battlefield was filled with an odd atmosphere.

Mo Yi and the remaining demonic creatures halted their attacks on Lin Yu.

Because of the backstabbing victim Lin Yu had just slain, his death kept replaying before their eyes, warning them to watch out for traitors among their own.

As the battlefield fell into temporary silence, Lin Yu finally noticed the astonishing transformation in his hand—the Chaos Sword.

The corpse of the Demon Lord, which should have dissolved into faint light, did not vanish—instead, it was being silently absorbed by the Chaos Sword.

The black blade of the Chaos Sword was slowly turning blood-red, as if something powerful was gestating within it.

Moreover, the Chaos Sword transmitted a gentle force into Lin Yu's body—his exhausted stamina rapidly restored, and his weakened frame regained vitality under the nourishing energy.

"Who knew the Chaos Sword could absorb demonic beings? Who knew the System's gifts could be this insane! I really underestimated you!" Lin Yu gloated inwardly.

Mo Yi and the others were still suspicious of each other, constantly bickering—but they had left openings.

He thought that if he could kill those Demon Lords, his stats would skyrocket.

But it was only a fantasy—though these demons were dim-witted, their power remained formidable; killing them was still extremely difficult!

He sighed helplessly: "The White Path's psychic warriors are all strong, but each clings to their own skin—pitiful and tragic!"

"If only a few psychic warriors with Demon Lord-level strength were here to hold off Mo Yi for a moment, then I could kill one Demon Lord directly, boosting the Chaos Sword's power—my 120,000 combat power would surely annihilate all the Demon Realm's elites."

【374】 Chaos Sword awakens its Sword Spirit—Mie Tian Strike's destructive power greatly increased!

"Even with their numbers, the Demon Realm will feel this sting," Lin Yu sighed.

Suddenly, Mo Yi's voice shattered his thoughts—he shouted, trembling with rage.

"Stop standing there! No matter what grudges you hold, drop them now—focus on killing him first, then deal with Po Xu!"

"Understood!"

After snapping out of their daze, they launched a full-force assault on Lin Yu.

How tragic! After Mo Yi and Po Xu calmed down, they began attacking him with deliberate, step-by-step precision.

Instantly, his body was covered in minor cuts and scrapes. He held the Chaos Sword, but the Demon Lords were powerful beings of the Demon Realm, wielding weapons of immense strength.

Lin Yu focused all his attention on defense—until he realized he was about to collapse.

Suddenly, a voice rang out in his ear.

"Lin Yu!" Hearing that call, he was startled—and his focus slipped.

Mo Yi saw Lin Yu frozen in place, seized the opening, rushed to his side, concentrated power into his leg, and kicked hard into Lin Yu's back.

Lin Yu, still stunned, had no time to react—he flew like a thrown stone, hurtling far away.

He crashed heavily in the distance, spitting blood, feeling searing pain all over his body.

He realized he had suffered a heavy injury—pain surged through every limb, nearly making him faint.

Yet as he writhed in agony, the earlier voice echoed again in his mind.

"Lin Yu, Lin Yu, are you alright?"

Lin Yu wanted to ask: "Why are you calling me?"—but any effort sent fresh agony through him; he could only grit his teeth and endure.

The voice spoke again in his ear.

"Lin Yu, you don't have to suffer like this. I can sense everything you think—I am the life born from the Chaos Sword."

"Sigh! Too late—you're already dead, boss," Lin Yu said helplessly.

"How could you die? I'm here!" As he spoke, the Chaos Sword began pouring vast power into Lin Yu.

Fortunately, the power infusion went unnoticed—if not, Mo Yi would have spared no cost to stop it.

With that power surging through him, Lin Yu suddenly felt his combat power surge again—to 130,000. His wounds slowly healed, but he still needed time to fully recover before rejoining battle.

"Master, your injuries are too severe. I can only temporarily halt them, awaken your potential, and grant you enough strength to fight these foes—but afterward, you'll be utterly drained, unable to use power again until you fully heal."

"How long can I last?" Lin Yu asked, astonished—the Chaos Sword was truly miraculous.

"One hour. But if you can eliminate these foes, I can absorb their essence and transfer it to you—perhaps prolonging it further."

"But I truly don't want you to do that—you're unable to use your full power due to spatial suppression, and you're already injured," said the spirit of the Chaotic Sword, worried.

As Lin Yu communicated mentally with the sword spirit, Mo Yi walked step by step to Lin Yu's side and burst into loud laughter.

"Golden Space fool, you've been disrupting my Demon Realm's plans all along—do you regret it now? Still, holding your own against us this long shows some guts. I'll give you a chance to live: swear allegiance to the Demon King, and I'll spare you."

To continue gathering strength, Lin Yu feigned severe injury and spoke with great effort.

"What benefits do I get if I join the Demon Realm?" he said slowly, wasting a full five minutes.

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"Hah! After seizing Iron Space, we'll take Golden Space—then you can do whatever you want in Golden Space! Rank, wealth, women—you can pick any!"

"You're not lying?" Lin Yu pretended to gasp heavily, feigning greed, while secretly asking the sword spirit: Is it ready?

"Master, just a little more!"

Seeing Lin Yu's expression, Mo Yi's smile turned even more sinister.

"Fool, who would ever promise you such conditions? Once the Demon King assimilates you, you won't even be allowed to die!"

Mo Yi still wore a smile: "It's definitely true—you can do whatever you want!"

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Lin Yu feigned hesitation to keep stalling, when suddenly the sword spirit's voice rang in his ear.

"Master, it's ready!"

Hearing the sword spirit's voice, he felt his strength return significantly, and the negative effects vanished.

He praised the Chaotic Sword: "You're amazing!"

Seeing Mo Yi unguarded, Lin Yu immediately unleashed the full power he could access in this space and struck with a Heaven-Annihilating Blow.

Instantly, it was Mo Yi who was blasted backward—though he barely dodged, his entire arm turned to ash. Had he not retained even a sliver of caution toward Lin Yu, he might have been finished today.

He roared in fury at the other demons: "Kill him! Kill him now! Forget everyone else—everyone attack! Cut him down! Don't let him breathe! Mo Liu, Mo Qi, Mo Wu—you deal with those two!"

After Mo Yi's roar,

The other three Demon Lords instantly had their combat power boosted to five points, surrounding Lin Yu completely.

Yet the outcome shocked them utterly—the situation had completely slipped from their control; they could no longer handle this opponent.

【375】 Unlock combat power, rapidly slaughter all demon creatures!

This brat's combat power has reached one hundred thousand points—far exceeding theirs. Combined with Mo Yi's severe injury and loss of combat capability, their entire advantage is gone.

Lin Yu held off all the Demon Lords, greatly easing the pressure on Huyan Jue Luo-Ai and Wu La-Yuntian. They had been on the verge of collapse under the Demon Lords' assault, but now their burden lifted.

Since the Demon Lords had turned to surround their captain, they now faced only Mo Er (combat power: thirty-nine thousand points), a Yankui of comparable strength, and some insignificant minor demons—all weaker than them.

Though wounded themselves, Mo Er and the others found it difficult to kill them.