Just moments ago, as soon as the three half-god level Demon Lords emerged from the passageway, the balance of the battlefield completely collapsed. Even the four unparalleled Title Douluo, despite their overwhelming combat power, were locked in a fierce struggle due to the crushing disparity in strength and numbers. Each of them had to face at least two powerful enemies of the same level, one of whom was a half-god level Grand Lord. From the very beginning, the situation had tilted heavily in favor of the demon side.
However, this disadvantage did not last long. When Qian Daoliu raised the divine sword that emitted golden godly light, the light and darkness on the battlefield seemed to be redefined. A sacred aura erupted like a volcano, enveloping the entire area and instantly overwhelming the enemies. Even the demons on the ground were affected by this sacred influence.
Wherever the sword light touched, the demons' evil energy shields were torn apart like paper. Almost at the same time, Bibi Dong abandoned all restraint. The Rakshasa Demonic Scythe flew in from the sky, its blade wrapped in a gray-black aura of death. With each swing, dark cracks opened in space, and the laws of death directly eroded the opponent's life force.
The power of the sacred weapons instantly reversed the situation, giving the human side a slight edge. Qian Daoliu fought alone against the Bone Crusher King and another Shadow Demon Great Lord. His sword light flowed like a cascading waterfall, forcing the two kings back step by step. Bibi Dong's scythe was even more unpredictable; with every swing, the opponent had to expend massive amounts of evil energy just to resist the corrosion of death.
Seeing this, Chu Shanhe no longer hesitated. He let out a low roar as blood qi and energy surged wildly. Dark golden patterns appeared on his skin—the third awakening of the Gold Rank had activated! His already formidable aura rose once more, allowing him to single-handedly suppress the Demon Lord and Beetle King before him.
To maintain this explosive state, he had even consumed two types of spiritual medicines. These medicines entered his stomach and transformed into powerful life force, surging through his limbs and bones to replenish the vitality consumed by the awakening of his golden physique.
"Kill—!"
Suddenly, Qian Daoliu's roar thundered like lightning. In that instant, the white flames around him blazed once more—the Sacrifice talent had activated! This time, the white flames perfectly fused with the sacred radiance of the Angel Sword, transforming him into a dazzling holy sun.
The sword light was no longer a mere slash—it was purification, it was judgment. The Bone King before him swung his massive bone blades with four arms, trying to block the attack meant to sweep away demons and purify filth. However, the moment the bone blades touched the sword light, they crumbled and began to melt.
Terror finally appeared in his eyes. He tried to retreat but realized he was already trapped by divine power with no escape.
"No—!"
As the sword light poured down, the sizzling sound of blazing flames echoed across the battlefield. The Bone Crusher Lord's body rapidly carbonized within the white flames, eventually turning into a handful of ash that scattered in the wind.
After the battle began, the first of the highest combatants from both sides had fallen!
The powerhouses on the battlefield were all shaken. Bibi Dong did not miss this fleeting opportunity. She swung the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe, and the Demon Lord fighting her—distracted by the death of the Bone Lord—reacted too late. The scythe had already sliced through his waist.
"No—!"
With the Demon Lord's despairing roar, his body was instantly torn in two. No blood sprayed from the cut; instead, a surging gray-black death aura spread violently. The two severed halves rapidly mummified.
The second lord had fallen!
At that exact moment, a dazzling golden light shone on the horizon. A sacred sun descended from afar, and within that light, six wings faintly appeared. Qian Renxue descended like an angel, her Sacred Angel Sword radiating divine light.
The moment she arrived, the Sacred Angel Sword in her hand emitted pure sacred light. It was the true power of an angel—faint, yet already transcending the human realm. She swung her sword swiftly and without hesitation, charging toward the Poison Flame King.
The Poison Flame King was one of the two Demon Lords surrounding the Golden Crocodile Douluo. Having completed the Angel's seventh trial, Qian Renxue had already qualified to summon angelic divine power. With the blessing of divine force, her combat strength had reached the level of an unparalleled Title Douluo. Moreover, her divine attribute naturally suppressed demonic creatures, giving her the power to challenge a lord.
"You're courting death!" the Poison Flame King roared, spewing thick green poisonous flames. The flames contained such intense poison that they could corrode space itself. Wherever the poisonous flames passed, a sizzling corrosive sound echoed through the air.
Qian Renxue's eyes were as cold as ice. She lightly swung the Sacred Angel Sword in her hand, releasing blazing white sacred flames to meet the attack.
The two flames collided. The poisonous flames vanished instantly like snow under a scorching sun, while the sacred flames did not weaken in the slightest and shot straight toward the Poison Flame King's face.
"What?!"
The Poison Flame King was shocked and hastily retreated, narrowly avoiding the strike.
Qian Renxue pressed her advantage relentlessly. White flames rose around her as she began offering sacrifices as well. The combination of angelic power and the blessing of sacrifice instantly elevated her aura to a level comparable to an unparalleled Title Douluo. With her divinity further suppressing him, the Poison Flame King was completely neutralized and lost all ability to counterattack.
The sword light formed a net, blocking every direction. The Poison Flame King's prized poisonous flames were useless against the sacred flames, and his demonic body was fully suppressed by the Six-Winged Angel Spirit. Within just thirty moves, he was already in a desperate situation.
"Pfft!"
When the Sacred Angel Sword swung down, the Poison Flame King's right arm was severed from the shoulder. Thick purple demonic blood sprayed out, but it evaporated the instant it touched the sword's sacred flames.
"Damn it! Who the hell are you?!"
The Poison Flame King clutched his severed arm, his eyes filled with shock and rage.
Qian Renxue stood with sword in hand. Sacred flames blazed fiercely along the blade, incinerating the demonic blood clinging to it.
"I am the Pope of the Spirit Hall on the Douluo Continent, the Angel Douluo, Qian Renxue."
Before her words even finished, the Sacred Angel Sword swung down again, slashing toward the Poison Flame King.
On the opposite side of the battlefield, with the Flame King no longer suppressing them, the Lava King faced even greater pressure. The Golden Crocodile Douluo laughed maniacally. His blood qi erupted like a volcano as his ninth spirit ring shone with unprecedented brilliance.
"Ninth Soul Skill—Ultimate Ferocious Strike!"
The golden crocodile phantom behind him suddenly materialized, turning into a golden flash that tore through heaven and earth as it charged straight at the Lava King. This attack contained the full power of his lifelong cultivation and the Golden Crocodile King Spirit, reaching the half-god level.
The Lava King roared and swung his battle axe. Abyssal flames transformed into a massive wall of fire to block the strike.
However, the golden light ignored the flames, piercing straight through the enormous wall and slamming into his chest.
BOOM—!!!
A deafening explosion shook the battlefield. The Lava King's massive body was blasted away like a cannonball. His chest caved in completely, and his internal organs were shattered to pieces.
After crashing into a small hill, the Lava King struggled to stand but could only cough up demonic blood mixed with organ fragments before collapsing to the ground and breathing his last.
The third lord had fallen.
The Golden Crocodile Douluo was slightly out of breath, but his soul core spun furiously to rapidly recover his expended soul power. Without pausing, he turned and charged toward Chu Shanhe's battle group.
Qian Renxue held an overwhelming advantage and barely needed assistance. Meanwhile, Chu Shanhe was fighting three enemies alone. Although he had not been defeated, he was under immense pressure.
"Old Crocodile, you came at the perfect time!" Chu Shanhe laughed as he punched the Beetle King before him backward, his gaze fixed on the half-god level Grand Lord.
"Leave these two to me."
Chu Shanhe took a deep breath. The dark golden patterns around his body suddenly brightened as blood and qi surged like a tsunami. Within the silver-white light, there was a faint golden glow, somewhat resembling Chen Yi's perfect golden physique.
"Perfect Golden Physique—Third Stage: Reconstruction!"
Chu Shanhe lacked the pure yang energy that Chen Yi possessed and could not cultivate a truly perfect golden body. However, as an unparalleled Title Douluo with twin soul cores, mastering the first three stages perfectly was not difficult.
With the golden physique activated, his defense instantly reached an unbelievable level.
"Blood Technique—Blood Yin-Yang Transformation!"
With two consecutive bursts of power, his aura soared. He took the Demon Lord's fierce strike directly to the chest. The sound of cracking bones rang out, but Chu Shanhe did not retreat even half a step. Instead, he used the impact to lunge at the Beetle King.
Chu Shanhe let out a low roar. The next moment, he threw a punch. Wherever his fist passed, ripples spread across the air like water.
Sensing the overwhelming power of this punch, despair flashed in the Beetle King's eyes for an instant. He could not withstand it!
Looking at the rapidly enlarging fist, the Beetle King let out a despairing roar. The next instant, his proud carapace shattered like paper before the strike, and his body exploded into a mist of blood.
The fourth leader had fallen.
However, Chu Shanhe also paid a price. The moment he blew the Beetle King to pieces, the Demon Lord's second attack arrived.
Despite the excruciating pain of his shattered sternum, Chu Shanhe turned and threw another punch, meeting the Demon Lord's second strike head-on.
BANG!
The shockwave exploded, sending both of them flying backward. When the Demon Lord saw Chu Shanhe's chest wound rapidly healing, terror finally appeared in his eyes.
"Damn it…"
The Demon Lord's voice was hoarse.
In a short time, four Demon Lords had fallen one after another. The outcome of this battle had far exceeded their expectations.
Soon after, the battle on Qian Daoliu's side also concluded. Under the continuous suppression of the Angel Sword and the flames of sacrifice, the Grand Lord finally revealed a weakness and was pierced through the chest by Qian Daoliu's sword.
The sacred flames invaded his body, fiercely burning away the core of his evil energy. He let out a shrill cry of pain and was forced to retreat miserably.
"Damn humans!!!"
A furious roar echoed across the battlefield. The Grand Lord pushed back by Chu Shanhe stared with bloodshot eyes at the ants before him.
"Do you really think we cannot defeat you?!"
His voice was filled with anger and humiliation. This invasion, which should have been a swift and decisive victory, had instead brought enormous losses, with even the lords facing the threat of death.
The two Grand Lords exchanged glances. A determined light shone in their eyes.
They turned toward the dimensional portal, knelt on one knee, and whispered in the ancient demonic language:
"Please, Sovereign, descend!"
Hearing this, the remaining lords fighting Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue immediately pushed back their opponents, turned toward the passageway, and shouted in unison:
"Please, my Lord!"
As their voices faded, the entire battlefield suddenly fell into silence. The hearts of the powerful humans seemed to stop beating all at once.
The next moment, an indescribably terrifying power erupted from the abyss of the dimensional portal. It was not an aura, nor an oppressive force—it was the manifestation of a higher law. It was as if the will of the entire Demon Realm had condensed in this instant, descending and transforming into a tangible power that enveloped all the Demon Lords.
The auras of the seven lords began to swirl violently. Dark red pillars of evil energy shot up from their bodies into the sky, resonating with the power hidden deep within the passageway.
Within that light, the bodies of the Demon Lords twisted and swelled. Scales peeled off and regenerated, bones broke and reformed, muscles tore and healed.
Their auras rose steadily. In particular, the auras of the three Great Lords rapidly broke through the half-god boundary, heading toward a realm unreachable by humans.
The spirit of the Demon Realm was temporarily lending its power to its servants.
One of the Great Lords slowly raised his palm. A dark golden ball of light condensed in it.
He looked at Chu Shanhe, a cruel smile appearing on his face.
"Now, our game has only just begun."
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