EBE #545 - Two heads and four arms
#545 - Two heads and four arms
Leng Xiaoyao's hands trembled, veins popping as he gripped the flaming great staff in his hands, barely able to restrain himself from rushing forward.
However, the little fox stopped him in time, whispering, "Calm down, he's deliberately trying to provoke you. If you rush up there now, you'll only be throwing your life away.
His strength has become unimaginably powerful, even the combined forces of the three divine monks may not be able to defeat him. Our primary task is to protect the altar."
Leng Xiaoyao took a deep breath, trying hard to calm his emotions.
He glanced at the little fox, saying gratefully, "Thank you."
Then, his gaze turned back to Leng Fengxian, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes. "Seeing you, my enemy, does indeed stir me up.
But the Fire Demon Clan is destined for destruction, and you won't escape this place either.
I believe in my master's wisdom and methods. He left you alive so that you can pay the price."
Leng Fengxian sneered, seemingly not taking Leng Xiaoyao's threat to heart. "I know the Fire Demon Clan is finished, but before I leave, I must destroy the altar and kill these bald donkeys.
Otherwise, how can I explain myself to the Demon Clan's Commander-in-Chief? Although the Fire Demon Clan is destroyed here, as long as we, the higher-ups, are still alive, the deaths of those cannon fodder don't matter.
You will never understand the Demon Clan's creed. You, Leng Xiaoyao, will always be inferior to Leng Zizai in my eyes. You are just a waste."
Upon hearing this, a hint of anger flashed in Leng Xiaoyao's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by calmness. "Leng Fengxian, do you think you've really won?
Do you think your actions will earn the Demon Clan's approval? You're wrong. True power doesn't come from trampling on the weak,
but from inner strength and justice. You are destined to pay the price for your actions."
A hint of helplessness and madness crept into Leng Fengxian's sneer. He knew that the Fire Demon Clan's defeat was inevitable. Li Chengfeng's army of one hundred thousand was surging like a tide, and he couldn't possibly resist it alone.
Therefore, he turned his attention to the Demon Clan's altar, the link between the Demon Realm and the Human Realm. Once destroyed, it would completely cut off the Fire Demon Clan's subsequent reinforcements and source of power.
"Hmph, how could you self-proclaimed righteous bald donkeys understand the greatness and power of the Demon Clan?"
Leng Fengxian waved his hand abruptly, and a hazy cloud of flames rose into the air.
The flames contained endless poisonous gas. Once inhaled, even cultivators with profound cultivation would instantly fall into a stupor.
However, at this critical moment, Leng Xiaoyao acted without hesitation.
He had anticipated that Leng Fengxian would use this move, so he was prepared.
With a sudden shout, he threw out a Wind Vortex Talisman. A huge vortex appeared out of thin air. This was a secret treasure given to him by Li Chengfeng, which could save his life at a critical moment.
The vortex spun faster and faster, actually drawing all the deadly fumes into it, instantly disappearing without a trace.
Seeing this, Leng Fengxian was furious. These fumes were not only a carefully refined magic weapon, but also the result of his years of hard work and accumulation.
How could he not be angry that Leng Xiaoyao had so easily dissolved them? However, just as he was distracted, the four great divine monks and the eighteen Arhats had quietly approached. Holding their Arhat staffs, they unleashed the Arhat Formation. The eighteen staffs were like eighteen dragons, crashing down on Leng Fengxian with earth-shattering force.
Leng Fengxian's transformation instantly reversed the situation on the battlefield. He wielded his four arms, each holding a sharp weapon, and clashed fiercely with the eighteen Arhats' staff techniques, actually neutralizing the opponent's attacks one by one, even shattering the staff techniques.
However, just as he was getting complacent, the combined Buddhist and demonic power of the three great divine monks suddenly erupted, pushing the battle to a new climax.
Divine Monk Kongxian took the lead, the swastika seal in his hand flashing with dazzling golden light as he slammed it down on Leng Fengxian.
But Leng Fengxian scoffed, unleashing all four fists, colliding with the swastika seal with a loud crash, actually sending it flying.
However, this attack also exposed his weakness. Divine Monk Wumo seized the opportunity, grabbing Leng Fengxian's soul with lightning speed, preparing to drag it into the seal.
Leng Fengxian's soul struggled violently, roaring in anger, poisonous gas overflowing, attempting to poison the three minor divine monks.
But the old abbot Kongxian had been waiting for this moment. He let out a lion's roar, and a huge lion phantom appeared behind him. One half of the lion was composed of flames, symbolizing powerful fire energy, while the other half exuded a deep demonic power. The combination of the two actually devoured all the poisonous gas released by Leng Fengxian.
However, this devouring also came at a heavy price for the old abbot Kongxian. He spat out blood, his divine soul damaged, but his eyes flashed with determination.
He knew that it was all worth it. For the peace and tranquility of the Human Realm, he was willing to give everything.
As Divine Monk Wumo dragged Leng Fengxian's soul into Wuming's chest, an ancient seal slowly rose there, completely imprisoning Leng Fengxian's soul.
Leng Fengxian's body suddenly lost its support, falling to the ground. The patriarch of a generation of Demon Clan had fallen.
At this moment, all the demons were shocked and desperate. They watched in disbelief as their patriarch was so easily defeated and sealed.
Leng Zizai's heart ached even more, but he also understood that the situation was hopeless. Staying here would only lead to certain death.
Therefore, he led the remaining demons to scatter and flee, trying to find a glimmer of hope.
Just as Leng Zizai intended to escape, transforming into a demonic light to break through the air, Leng Xiaoyao's figure flashed, appearing before him like a ghost, cutting off his retreat.
The magma iron staff in his hand, containing scorching and violent power, swung out violently, colliding with Leng Zizai's iron staff with a deafening roar.
"Boom! Boom, boom!" The enormous impact shook the surrounding space, but Leng Zizai's strength was clearly far inferior to Leng Xiaoyao's.
Leng Xiaoyao's body at this moment was fused with the essence of the Great Ape King, a half-step Transcendent Realm expert, coupled with the enhancement of the golden armor, his strength was already terrifying.
With just one strike, Leng Zizai was sent crashing to the ground like a kite with a broken string, instantly creating a depression in the ground, dust flying everywhere.
Before Leng Zizai could recover from the shock of the first blow, the second staff came crashing down like Mount Tai. With a loud "Bang!"
He barely managed to raise his iron staff to block, but his arms ultimately couldn't withstand this terrifying force, emitting a "crack" sound of fracture.
Immediately afterwards, Leng Xiaoyao's iron staff struck the top of his head, and with a "Bang," Leng Zizai's head seemed to have been struck by a giant hammer, blood splattering everywhere, his divine soul and demonic essence completely collapsing under this strike.
Leng Xiaoyao's eyes were full of hatred. He had poured all his strength into this strike, feeling incomparable anger and disgust at Leng Zizai's betrayal and scheming.
However, just as he was about to continue his merciless attack to smash Leng Fengxian's body, the voice of the little fox, Yao Qi, sounded in time, reminding him to calm down.
"It's just a shell now, what's the use of smashing it? Why not leave it to the master, perhaps we can find clues to deal with the Fire Demon Clan's higher-ups from it." The little fox Yao Qi's words were like a clear spring, extinguishing the anger in Leng Xiaoyao's heart. He took a deep breath, slowly retracting the flames on his body.
"Everyone, do not act rashly. We will guard this place, we must not let the altar fall into the hands of the Demon Clan," Leng Xiaoyao calmly ordered.
At the same time, his eyes swept over the Fire Demon Clan's Nascent Soul stage elders who were kneeling on the ground.
Including those elders who had once betrayed the Human Race, they had all lost their will to fight at this moment. Their wavering and weakness were revealed at this moment.