Wu Qixian had struggled to his feet, but his face was pale, his mental energy depleted, and he felt a little hollow. Yet, he had to grit his teeth and fight back.
Just then, a red shadow flickered, and a petite figure blocked Wu Qixian's path. "You claim to be the Demon Emperor, ruling the Demon Realm with an iron fist? Let me tell you, there is only one king in the Demon Realm, and that is me!"
As she spoke, she formed a hand seal, and continuous streams of black shadows erupted from her hand. Some resembled mountains, others people, some fierce beasts, and others sharp swords, all roaring and hissing with formidable power.
The black shadows followed one after another, crashing into the mass of black mist.
Each black shadow that entered caused the black mist to falter, gradually thinning and deforming.
Each impact was deafening, churning the winds and clouds.
At least, on the surface, the Demon King appeared capable of fighting the Demon Emperor.
Upon clearly seeing the Demon King's face, the Demon Emperor was greatly astonished. "You, you are those two eyes in the Spirit Realm mountains?"
"People are girls, how can they be called eyes, such a vulgar name?" the Demon King pouted.
A three-year-old child acting spoiled would make anyone want to indulge them.
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He merely sneered, "I admit I underestimated your strength back then, but you are still not enough to contend with me."
"You're too confident," the Demon King said somewhat angrily, "I'll beat you into submission later."
While the Demon King was occupied with the Demon Emperor, Wu Qixian gained a moment to breathe.
He seemed to be preparing to attack again.
Mo Qi immediately called out, "Clan Leader Wu, remain calm and do not act rashly. Leave here and rendezvous with Xin'er. I will deal with him. If I cannot defeat him, then you can assist."
Seeing his earnest and irrefutable words, Wu Qixian said, "Then be careful," and then he swept away.
At this moment, a golden light flashed from the Demon Emperor's sleeve. As the black shadows collided, they emitted piercing screams, like the cries of those being tortured to death, their sounds echoing in the heart and making one's scalp tingle.
The subsequent black shadows scattered, avoiding the golden light long before they made contact.
The black mist then advanced unimpeded, its claws and fangs bared, lunging towards the Demon King.
The Demon King was greatly alarmed and dodged with extreme speed, while a red light emanated from her body, enveloping her – her protective divine light.
However, the black mist was ferocious and covered a vast area. Its edges finally struck the Demon King, and the red light instantly shattered into pieces, breaking apart in a destructive manner.
The black mist swept past, engulfing the red light.
The Demon King let out a scream.
Her entire body was swallowed by the black mist.
It seemed as if everything was over.
The Demon Emperor clapped his hands, a look of disdain on his face. "With this level of skill, you call yourself the Demon King? You're truly a waste of my energy."
At this moment, a pair of eyes emerged from the black mist and fled into the distance, shouting as they escaped, "Murder! Murder!"
The Demon Emperor froze for a moment, then sent out another wave of black mist, attempting to annihilate her. However, those eyes were unburdened and exceptionally slippery, escaping with great agility. In an instant, they vanished without a trace!
The Demon Emperor did not dwell on it too much. What significant trouble could a mere pair of eyes cause?
What made him feel like a thorn in his side and a constant threat was Mo Qi.
This thorn in his flesh had to be removed, or he wouldn't be able to sleep soundly.
Thus, he walked towards Mo Qi without a moment's delay.
To his surprise, after such a long time, Mo Qi had not fled!
He actually had ample opportunity to escape. Even if he couldn't get away, he could at least prolong his existence for a while longer, right?
Who wouldn't want to prolong their existence for even a single breath?
Mo Qi's cultivation was transparently clear. What was the specific reason he hadn't fled?
Was it a case of giving up all hope?
Or perhaps he had set some kind of trap?
Whatever the trap, could a mousetrap catch a tiger?
In the face of absolute power, all cunning methods were futile.
Thinking this, the Demon Emperor strode forward.
A smile appeared on Mo Qi's lips. He suddenly pointed his hand, and a light screen rose from the ground, forming a circle and enclosing the Demon Emperor within it.
The light on all sides extended upwards, then bent and connected, forming a sealed space.
From the Demon Emperor's perspective, dark clouds churned overhead, and fierce winds howled. Moments later, dazzling lightning struck down densely.
The Demon Emperor did not dodge. A mass of mist rose from above his head, hovering about two feet away.
All the lightning struck that mass of mist, disappearing silently as if a mud ox had entered the sea.
Mo Qi, watching clearly from outside the formation, was not particularly surprised. He changed his hand seal and pointed, and the Xuanyuan Sword, emitting a golden light, struck towards the Demon Emperor.
With the enhancement of the formation, the attack range and power of the Xuanyuan Sword were greatly increased. The entire space was enveloped in a golden aura, and the air was filled with a constant, muffled rumbling, like continuous rolling thunder.
The Demon Emperor extended his index finger. With a *clang*, it was like a sharp sword being drawn from its sheath, instantly exuding cold air and sword light.
He then pointed with that index finger, and a beam of light spread out, like an umbrella opening in reverse, extending upwards. It held the divine light descending from above in mid-air, and with a surge of power, it forced the divine light to gradually shorten.
The Xuanyuan Sword wavered, suffering a violent backlash, as if it were about to fall at any moment.
Mo Qi felt a pang of panic, but he had prepared for difficulties and had countermeasures in place.
He then summoned the Donghuang Bell, which floated in the air in another direction. The mouth of the Donghuang Bell emitted divine light and a thunderous hum, echoing continuously within the formation.
The sonic boom of the entire Donghuang Bell exploded within the formation, turning the entire formation upside down. Sand and stones flew around the Demon Emperor, clouds and mist churned, and his robes billowed in the wind. He flickered in and out of sight amidst the changing winds and clouds.
Yet, his figure could always be seen between the rolling clouds, stubbornly persistent, like wild grass battered by wind and rain.
The Demon Emperor was enraged. He spread his palm and pushed upwards. A spherical mass of mist rose, expanding rapidly, and then exploded with a roar. The entire space expanded at that instant.
Visibly, the four-dimensional light screen bulged like a pregnant woman's belly, forming a terrifying shape, on the verge of bursting. One could almost hear the creaking sounds of the light screen being stretched to its limit.
Mo Qi was stunned and hurriedly channeled his spiritual energy to maintain the formation.
The Demon Emperor intended to use absolute power to break the formation, disregarding any life or death gates, or the formation's core. He simply launched an indiscriminate attack, thinking that if the house could be broken, the door's location wouldn't matter.
It seemed to be just short of breaking through; the bulging sac deflated, followed by a dull thud.
Another earth-shattering explosion occurred within the formation, the ground was overturned once more, and the lightning and fire power stained the entire space with a charred black hue.
The Demon Emperor still stood there intact!
However, faced with such intense explosions and incineration, even with his Grand Unity Golden Immortal cultivation, it was impossible for him to remain completely unaffected.
At this moment, his internal blood and qi churned, and he felt that his spiritual power and soul sea had been wounded.
The Demon Emperor was furious and condensed another sphere of mist.
Mo Qi began to panic. If this continued, he would eventually break free!
A change was necessary!
He took out the small box, opened it, and a small blood figure leaped out.
Mo Qi channeled his spiritual energy and pushed the small blood figure into the formation.
The small blood figure opened its tiny mouth, and blood poured out like a tide, instantly filling the entire formation.
The spherical mist was enveloped by the tide, gradually dragged into the sea of blood, and then with a roar, a dull thud sounded, and the entire sea of blood churned.
The surrounding light screen merely trembled slightly before ceasing, without the terrifying shape changes seen before.
The sea of blood churned violently, submerging the Demon Emperor. He struggled and writhed, as if bound and dragged by ropes, falling into an unknown abyss.
The surrounding blood continuously eroded his skin, tearing and corroding him.
The Demon Emperor was extremely enraged. He struggled and pushed against the blood sea, but could not escape its embrace.
Since becoming the Demon Emperor, when had he ever suffered such humiliation? The Demon Emperor's fury blazed, and he let out a hysterical roar. In a frenzy, he suddenly opened his mouth and began to swallow the blood water with gurgling sounds.
His mouth remained the same size, but the sea of blood formed swirling vortexes. Beneath the vortexes seemed to be a massive hole, and the tide continuously poured into it. The sea of blood receded at a visible rate!
Fear suddenly flashed in the small blood figure's eyes. Its body was actually falling with the vortex, sinking into a bottomless abyss.
The small blood figure struggled, increasing its efforts, attempting to expel more blood tide to slow the Demon Emperor's consumption of it.
The surging waves suddenly rose higher, which did indeed slow the small blood figure's descent.
It struggled desperately, flailing its limbs.
In its struggle, it also forgot to expel blood from its mouth.
This caused its body to fall into the abyss at an even faster rate.
Mo Qi was also greatly anxious. Using the formation's power, he tried to recall the small blood figure but was helpless, unable to resist the powerful suction.
What to do?
If this small blood figure were allowed to fall into the Demon Emperor's mouth, its power would be entirely transferred to the Demon Emperor. With that power, the Demon Emperor would become even stronger and more malevolent.
The best defense is offense.
In a moment of inspiration, Mo Qi hurriedly struck the Donghuang Bell, creating violent sonic booms that exploded within the formation.
Under Mo Qi's control, the fierce attacks were concentrated on a single point. The rushing torrent of the blood sea was abruptly severed in the middle.
The blood sea in front continuously flowed into the Demon Emperor's mouth.
The blood sea behind, however, momentarily stagnated and even flowed backward slightly.
The small blood figure felt a sense of relief. Seizing this opportunity, it hastily broke free from its restraints, took flight, and flew out of the formation. Mo Qi took out the prepared small box and put the small blood figure back inside.