The Demon Dragon, now towering as a devilishly handsome man, raised his arms. Around him, god-tier artifacts materialized, orbiting with a sinister elegance:
Celestial Dragon Spear – a lance of pure divine energy, capable of piercing dimensional barriers.
Eclipse Fang Sword – long, curved, and streaked with shadow flames that devour spirit energy.
Worldbreaker Gauntlets – armored hands that can crush islands, tear formations, and bend reality.
Net of the Fallen Gods – a shimmering web of abyssal energy that ensnares both body and soul.
He moved first, a single step forward, and the ground itself seemed to recoil. Waves of energy tore through the front ranks. Spears and shields could not withstand the onslaught; war beasts screamed, flying fortresses shuddered, and formation arrays flickered violently.
A general on a colossal tiger beast shouted, rallying troops:
"Focus your spirit energy! Hold the line!"
The Demon Dragon merely raised the Celestial Dragon Spear, and with a fluid motion, thrust it forward. The spear punctured the air itself, opening a rift of light and darkness that split entire battalions in half. Soldiers were thrown like leaves, their god-forged armor unable to absorb the force.
He followed with the Eclipse Fang Sword, swinging in an arc that sliced through the spiritual energy shields of the elite generals. Soul energy screamed, barriers shattered, and even the Net of the Fallen Gods sprang outward, capturing fleeing commanders and restraining their escape.
"Why are you doing this?" a general cried, heart pounding, voice shaking. "We've never harmed you!"
The Demon Dragon's obsidian eyes glinted with warning. No answer came, only the pulse of his aura, resonating like a storm. Every strike, every movement, carried the promise of absolute annihilation.
The army tried coordinated counterattacks, unleashing flaming beasts, storm formations, and soul-forged weapons. But the Demon Dragon moved faster than thought, his Worldbreaker Gauntlets smashing through flying fortresses, leaving gaping holes where soldiers had been moments ago.
He leaped into the air, spinning the spear and sword in a deadly dance. Light and shadow intertwined, erasing entire wings of the army, scattering survivors across floating continents. Even generals on warbeasts were forced to flee, retreating in terror as he bent the battlefield to his will.
From above, the God Realm itself seemed to bend under his presence—rivers of divine energy twisted violently, floating islands quaked, and the skies burned with his aura. Fear and awe rippled through the ranks: the Demon Dragon wasn't merely strong; he was a force beyond comprehension, a god-wielding destruction incarnate.
With a final gesture, he unleashed the Net of the Fallen Gods, binding elite generals and sealing them in a web of abyssal energy. Their screams echoed across the realm, a chilling warning of what awaited anyone foolish enough to challenge him.
The battlefield fell silent. Smoke, shattered earth, and twisted metal littered the expanse. The grand army of the Celestial Convergence Dynasty, armored, trained, and confident, had been reduced to chaos and terror. Only then did he rise, standing tall, calm, yet radiating the inexorable might of the Demon Dragon.
The God Realm had witnessed the power of Xuan Mo's father—a storm of scales, fire, artifacts, and overwhelming force. And yet, there was more to come, for this battle only hinted at the wrath and strategy yet to be unleashed in the following chapters.