Terrifying power erupted as the fist's light was forcefully blocked by two figures. Gormon, having narrowly escaped death, still had terror in his eyes. He couldn't help but look at the two figures. On the left was a tall, burly figure with skin like flowing crimson lava. On the right was an enchanting figure with a seductive posture, thin bat wings on her back, and skin of a charming pinkish-purple hue. He knew both of them; they were the Lava Monarch and the Succubus Monarch. Both had been promoted to Monarch status long ago, possessed their own titles, and were far stronger than him.
"Go!" the Succubus Monarch's voice was urgent, carrying an unprecedented gravity. Gormon snapped back to his senses and, without staying for a second, hurriedly transformed into a shadow and streaked backward. At the same time, the other two Monarchs acted simultaneously. In the next moment, with no more obstructions, the golden fist-force fell straight down. "Boom—!!"
An earth-shattering roar echoed across the fields. A terrifying shockwave spread in a ring, scraping another thick layer off the already ravaged ground below. The earth was as fragile as a cracker, suddenly caving in to reveal a deep, terrifying void. Scorching blood-Qi and pure light power raged and intertwined within, turning the entire void into a temporary forbidden zone.
Dozens of miles away, Gormon's figure paused as he landed on a highland. Behind him, the other two Monarchs landed a step later. Just as the three stabilized themselves, the surrounding space rippled repeatedly.
A figure draped in tattered black robes, with a hunched and lanky frame exuding a thick aura of death, quietly emerged. Gormon's gaze froze as he recognized the identity; this was the oldest and most mysterious Death Monarch among the five, and the most powerful. Beside him, a figure shrouded in blood-colored mist stood silently—that was the Blood Demon Monarch. At this point, all the Monarchs of the Demon Plane were gathered here. However, it wasn't over yet. Below the highland, dozens of figures exuding powerful auras appeared one after another; these were the Great Demons under the command of the various Monarchs. Further away on the horizon, dozens of demon gates stood tall. Within the frames, dark purple spatial tunnels opened, and a black mass of demon armies was surging out like a tide. Their roars shook the heavens and earth. In just a short moment, the top combat power and the vast army of the Demon Plane had assembled here!
Gormon watched, feeling momentarily uncertain and suspicious.
The Death Monarch's gaze, hidden under his hood, swept over the disheveled Gormon, and he spoke hoarsely: "Gormon, you are too weak."
Gormon's body trembled. He lowered his head, not daring to offer the slightest retort. He had personally witnessed how this ancient Monarch had effortlessly suppressed his powerful father; his strength was unfathomable.
The Death Monarch stopped looking at him and instead turned his gaze toward the distant golden "Dharma Image" that stood tall between heaven and earth. His gaze paused slightly, and he whispered softly, yet his voice spread across the entire battlefield: "Truly worthy of being the invader warned of by the plane will. Indeed powerful."
He paused, but then turned around to face the demon army behind him. His voice suddenly rose, carrying a provocative, chanting tone: "But, citizens of the Demon Plane! There is no need for fear! No need to retreat!
"For tens of thousands of years, we have conquered and devoured countless weak planes! Our claws have torn through the throats of countless enemies, and our flames have burned planes until only wreckage remained!
"The will to conquer and plunder flows in our Bloodline! We shall surely crush all enemies!
"The great Demon Plane will is with us!"
As the Death Monarch's words, carrying a strange power of incitement, fell upon the battlefield, the demon army erupted in the next instant!
"Roar—!!!"
"For the plane! For plunder!"
Countless demons had bloodthirsty eyes, each letting out excited and violent roars. Their surging emotions seemed to fulfill a certain condition. In the next moment, a certain power descended. A massive, chaotic, yet incredibly vast power began to surge frantically from the earth and sky of the entire Demon Plane. Then, in an instant, the surging power poured into the bodies of the five Demon Monarchs, the dozens of Great Demons, and even all the demon soldiers below!
Gormon only felt his body expand. The previous sense of weakness was swept away, replaced by an unprecedented sense of power!
His broken bones healed rapidly, and his withered aura recovered like a volcanic eruption, increasing wildly! Intensifying! Surging!
Gormon was in high spirits. At the same time, knowledge from his BloodlineLegacy appeared in his mind. This was a special ritual that used the demons' frenzied Battle Intent and faith to trigger the descent of the plane will, which then buffed everyone. As a plane that specialized in war and plunder, it was normal to have a few trump cards.
The Death Monarch stood at the center of the tide of power, his aura becoming increasingly deep and terrifying. He looked at the distant golden "Dharma Image" again, his voice ringing out with majesty: "Unknown powerhouse, your strength is admirable. The Demon Plane appreciates the strong. If you are willing to give up resistance, accept the transformation of the Great DemonBloodline, and merge with us, you will become the sixth Monarch of the Demon Plane, enjoying eternal conquest and pleasure!"
In the distance, the golden "Dharma Image" remained motionless. Mu En was silent, his eyes slightly lowered, seemingly looking at something, showing no reaction whatsoever to the Death Monarch's words.
After a long time, seeing no response from the other party, the Death Monarch shook his head in regret, his gaze turning cold: "Truly obstinate. You are indeed powerful, but a true plane war is not like this! In the end, there is only one of you..."
Before the Death Monarch could finish his sentence, a sudden change occurred. The giant silver radiance tree that connected heaven and earth in the distance suddenly erupted with a light ten times, even a hundred times more brilliant than before!
Countless silver light-streaks, like meteors flying in reverse, shot out from the canopy of the silver radiance tree toward various parts of the battlefield!
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!!"
The light-streaks cut through the sky, landing precisely at different positions around the golden "Dharma Image." As the light dissipated, powerful figures with deep or heavy auras appeared one after another. There were dozens of figures, and even the one with the lowest aura was comparable to a Great Demon. Among them were several whose auras were not the least bit weaker than the current Demon Monarchs who had received the plane's blessing!
The clamor and roars of the demon side suddenly quieted down significantly, as if they had been choked. All the demons, including the Great Demons who had just gained power and were bursting with confidence, looked at these dozens of figures with uncertainty. The Death Monarch's eyes twitched violently as he stared intently at the newly appeared figures. He tried to speak, but the other party directly took action. "Thump! Thump! Thump!"
The terrifying sound of heartbeats, like the beating of war drums, instantly drowned out all the noise on the battlefield. A wild laugh was heard, and a figure with dark green hair took a step forward. Then, a "Dharma Image" composed purely of crimson blood-Qi condensed to the extreme rose from the ground!
The heartbeat continued to rise like a drumroll. Without almost any pause, the crimson contract was followed by a direct punch!
Du Busi: I don't care about your this or that, take a punch from me first!
(End of Chapter)
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