Chapter 1225: Chapter 374: Dark Demon Abyss (Part 2)
Here, endless demonic qi swirls, evil energy overflowing the heavens,
occasionally, demonic flames rise up, forming fire pillars thousands of feet high.
Even a Great Heavenly Venerate entangled by these demonic flames would be severely injured, with immortality shedding a layer of skin.
And at this moment, from within the Dark Demon Abyss, sounds of conversation resurface.
“He’s still holding on.”
“Indeed, immortals of the Immortal Realm live up to their name, but sadly his realm isn’t strong enough. If he were at the Supreme Realm, it would be no easy feat for us to trap him.”
“He won’t hold on for much longer, at most three days before he’s refined to death. It’s a pity; if the lords hadn’t gone to the ancestral land, dealing with a mere Sub-Paramount would be effortless, eliminating the need for us to act and merely using demonic flames to trap him.”
Three beings converse, all humanoid, their strength modest, but at the Great Heavenly Venerate realm.
Under normal circumstances, these three Great Heavenly Venerates couldn’t possibly thwart Nezha.
Nezha’s strength can confront true supremes.
Yet, they have now mobilized demonic flames, activated the formation, trapping Nezha, making escape difficult.
If not for Nezha using immortal techniques to protect himself and barely holding on, any usual Sub-Paramount would be reduced to ashes.
“Do not become complacent, no mistakes can be made in these three days, otherwise, when the lords question us, we will not fare well.”
One of them speaks, reminding the others.
His companions nod instantly, expressions grim.
At this moment, Nezha struggles to open his eyes.
He fiercely glares at those Dark Demon Abyss elites, gritting his teeth and says, “You bunch of bastards, wait for me. Once I’m out of here, I’ll make you wish for death.”
“Heh.”
The three Great Heavenly Venerates sneer, looking disdainful.
Trapped in demonic flames and still dreaming of escape, what is this guy thinking?
Does he think this is someplace he can come and go as he pleases?
From ancient times, no demon realm being entering here has ever escaped.
Nezha closes his eyes, not wanting to waste words with them.
Yet in his heart, he anxiously wonders when the monkey will come to rescue him.
If he delays, he might truly meet his end here.
Nezha didn’t ask Yang Jian for help mainly because he feared Yang Jian’s reprimand, for Yang Jian is most revered in his heart.
Moreover, he understands the perils of the demon realm.
Sun Wukong’s art of transformation is not inferior to Yang Jian’s, and possesses an undying body, immortal in lifespan.
Even if discovered, his chance of escaping is higher than Yang Jian’s.
Most importantly, even if caught, Sun Wukong is hard to kill, usually only subdued, which he treats as a vacation since he’s used to being confined.
Therefore, Nezha seeks Sun Wukong’s aid.
If Sun Wukong knew Nezha’s thoughts, he surely would turn back.
This fellow indeed needs a lesson.
Unfortunately, Sun Wukong doesn’t know this, so he continues on his way.
He doesn’t use the somersault cloud, as it’s too fast.
Sun Wukong merely uses common cloud-riding technique.
Along his journey, demon clouds swirl, presenting a majestic demon visage.
In truth, a demon head of Great Heavenly Venerate realm is considered a big figure in the demon realm.
This kind of flaunting befits the identity of a great demon head.
“Where does this Great Demon Master come from? Judging by the direction, he plans to head to the Dark Demon Abyss.”
A demon realm being speaks in surprise, predicting Sun Wukong’s destination.
“He seems unfamiliar; likely a great demon of the hidden world, heading to the Dark Demon Abyss, another one not afraid of death, but alas, destined to die.”
Demon realm beings discuss, not optimistic about Sun Wukong’s actions.
Since antiquity, the Dark Demon Abyss has consumed numerous demon realm elites.
Just a Great Heavenly Venerate entering is no different from courting death.
Some demon realm elites even send a message warning Sun Wukong against doom.
“Heh, a mere Dark Demon Abyss is nothing? In my eyes, it’s just a small ditch, easily flattened. What you cannot do, I can, unlike you a bunch of incompetents.”
Sun Wukong boasts exaggeratedly.
The demon realm elite’s face darkens, his good intention met with Sun Wukong’s retort.
The elite immediately thinks this Great Demon Master before him is truly doomed, deservedly dying in the Dark Demon Abyss.
Sun Wukong finishes with an arrogant laugh, continuing towards the Dark Demon Abyss.
After his declaration, he attracts less attention.
Even Tian Hao’s divine thought sweeps over, briefly pausing before retracting.
He doesn’t care about the life and death of a mere Great Heavenly Venerate.
For Tian Hao, only those at Supreme level truly draw his attention.
Even if a Supreme dies, it dies.
As long as he remains unharmed, that’s the principal concern.
Sun Wukong proceeds smoothly, reaching the Dark Demon Abyss.
Observers grow fewer, all convinced the outcome is destined.
Sun Wukong doesn’t enter immediately; he stands before the Dark Demon Abyss, examining it.
Ahead lies an immense heavenly abyss, with surging demonic qi and rising demonic flames.
Any ordinary Heavenly Venerate daring to enter would turn to ashes instantly. The demonic flames within the Dark Demon Abyss are premium, second only to the Elder Lord’s Samadhi True Fire.
Sun Wukong isn’t daunted; however, he worries about other things within the Dark Demon Abyss.
The flames alone wouldn’t hinder Nezha, nor suffice to make it the Demon Realm’s forbidden zone.
Seeing Sun Wukong standing motionless, a demon realm elite can’t help mock, “Why aren’t you entering? Didn’t you just say the so-called Dark Demon Abyss in your eyes is merely a small ditch you can easily flatten? Afraid now?”
Sun Wukong suddenly turns, fixes his gaze in one direction, coldly says, “Don’t provoke me. I will enter the Dark Demon Abyss, but do you believe I will kill you first before entering?”
“Hmph.”
The demon realm elite snorts coldly, not daring to speak further.
He’s just a Great Heavenly Venerate himself, uncertain of defeating Sun Wukong in demon form.
Threatened by Sun Wukong, the elite dares not speak.
He doesn’t want to risk life and limb against a doomed lunatic.
Even if victorious, he would surely be injured, possibly giving his foes a chance to strike and kill him.
“Coward, wimp.”
Sun Wukong sneers.
The demon realm elite is furious, almost unable to hold back.
He deeply inhales, gazing towards the Dark Demon Abyss, eventually calming.
He tells himself he is magnanimous, avoiding dispute with a madman.
Sun Wukong scoffs, turns, facing the Dark Demon Abyss.
Next moment, under numerous demon realm elites’ watch, he leaps inside.
A demonic flame rises up, engulfing Sun Wukong.
Those demon realm elites instantly realize the inevitable: he’s done for, survival impossible.
They withdraw their gaze, no longer focusing.
The outcome of a Great Heavenly Venerate entering the Dark Demon Abyss has never changed.
Sun Wukong enters the Dark Demon Abyss, surrounded by pitch-black demonic qi, unable to see anyone.
He earnestly senses, divine thought traversing the void, seeking differences within.
Upon Sun Wukong’s entry, those three Great Heavenly Venerates sense it immediately.
Their faces show anger.
“Someone else intruded again? Are demon realm beings growing fearless? Song Yu, go kill him.”
Among them, the most handsome stands, heading towards Sun Wukong’s location.
“Lately, demon realm folks grow bolder. I’ll capture this trespasser, torment him for ten days and nights, then see who dares offend us.”
The previous Great Heavenly Venerate tormented for three days was his doing.
Now, he thinks to prolong the torture, lest demon realm beings forget reverence.
With a cold smile, Song Yu proceeds towards Sun Wukong’s location.
Sun Wukong stirs, sensing a being approaching.
He grins, seemingly unnecessary to search, as the opponent comes of its own accord.
Feeling the opponent’s furious aura, Sun Wukong smiles brightly.
Soon, the opponent will be unable to remain angry.
Song Yu smiles as he notices Sun Wukong smiling.
“Laugh away, soon you won’t even be able to cry.”
Song Yu’s expression turns somewhat ferocious.