Tens of thousands of demons charged forward in unison, shaking the earth. Deep beneath the ground, a muffled thunder rumbled.
The oppressive demonic energy converged, crushing towards the monks of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect with lightning speed, and then colliding with the heavenly Buddhist light.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Amidst the thunderous roars, the first demon reached the monks of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect, its face contorted in ferocity as it raised its saber.
The monks of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect, their eyes still closed, chanted scriptures in unison, their expressions neither joyful nor sorrowful.
"Die!"
The saber's edge was sharp, its cold light gleaming.
The demon seemed to already envision the scene of those detested bald heads falling in pools of blood, their bodies separated from their heads.
The next moment, a sudden change occurred.
The saber in the demon's hand was dissolving at an alarming rate.
Before it could react, its hand holding the saber evaporated along with the blade.
Palm, arm, then half of its body…
"Ah!"
The bizarre spectacle stunned the surrounding demons, their steps faltering.
However, the piercing screams were insufficient to spread throughout the entire demon army.
Coupled with the pent-up fury of the demons, their minds were now consumed by the urge to kill.
They had but one thought:
Kill!
Kill these bald heads!
Kill all the humans of the Nine Provinces Continent!
The demons in the front stopped, but those behind refused to.
Consequently, the demons at the very forefront faced only two outcomes: either they were pushed forward by the oncoming demon horde, or they stubbornly remained in place, only to be trampled to death by those behind them.
Most demons chose the former without hesitation.
Then, like moths to a flame, they were consumed in terror as they rapidly dissolved under the gentle, sun-like Buddhist light, leaving not a speck of dust behind.
Viewed from above, the golden light, no larger than a fist, was not extinguished by the onslaught of the black river. Instead, it was devouring the black river.
The chanting grew louder.
"Ah!"
"Ah!!!"
"Ah!!!!!!"
The dying cries of demons echoed everywhere.
Though not a drop of blood was visible, it was akin to a hell on earth.
The blood-crazed demons began to fear, halting their advance and staring forward with terror in their eyes.
The eighteen Demon Lords observing from the rear, who had no intention of joining the fray, also noticed the abnormality.
Tian Mo’s brow furrowed slightly, then smoothed out quickly. "Di Mo, select a few individuals and finish this quickly."
"Yes!"
Di Mo stood up and responded loudly, his eyes ablaze with insane killing intent.
He had waited for this day for a long time.
He chose three powerful Demon Lords and advanced with them.
The four figures transformed into four streaks of light, appearing before the demon army in the blink of an eye.
Di Mo did not attack immediately. He crossed his arms, his gaze searching the ranks of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect, soon falling upon a white-browed monk in the rear of the formation.
"Yuan Zhen!" The two words, filled with killing intent, spilled from his lips. "You are indeed not dead!"
He had never forgotten the vengeance for that palm strike from years ago, engraving it deeply in his heart.
He had thought he would never have the chance for revenge, but after over a thousand years, Yuan Zhen was still alive.
It made sense. Given Yuan Zhen's age and cultivation, he should have been at the very front of the formation, yet he remained in the rear.
Such cowardice and clinging to life explained his survival.
Heaven's will!
It was heaven's will!
Having found his nemesis, Di Mo's killing intent intensified. However, he knew that he could not defeat his enemy alone.
The corner of his mouth curled into a sneer, and he said coldly, "All demons, heed my command, prepare yourselves!"
As his voice fell, all the demons unhesitatingly abandoned their weapons, channeling their demonic power to their chests.
Streams of demonic energy rapidly emanated from their bodies, converging towards the four Demon Lords.
The figures of Di Mo and the other three were soon obscured within the dense demonic clouds, a terrifying aura erupting from the ground.
The Buddhist light that enveloped the monks of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect was forced to compress and retract under this formidable pressure.
Night fell.
Tian Mo nodded slightly at the sight.
Though the Buddhist cultivators of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect inherently countered them, capable of fighting one against ten, a hundred, even a thousand, they now faced the full might of the demon race.
The Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect must perish.
The Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect must perish.
This thought flashed through Di Mo's mind.
He glanced at the three Demon Lords beside him.
Upon receiving his signal, the three Demon Lords stepped back, standing behind him, and placed an arm on his shoulder.
A torrent of demonic power surged into Di Mo's body.
Feeling the immense power coursing through him, Di Mo let out a groan.
This was the power of the strong.
He wondered how it compared to Tian Mo.
This thought flickered through his mind.
Resisting the urge to turn, he focused on the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect and slowly raised his arm.
The viscous demonic energy gathered around them was instantly guided, converging towards Di Mo’s palm, creating an overwhelming, world-destroying pressure akin to the sky collapsing.
The monks of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect, bearing the brunt of it, felt their faces tremble, their bodies sinking downward by several inches.
A sweetish taste of blood rose, disrupting their chanting.
Heaven and earth fell silent.
Hong Jing looked up at the dense demonic clouds, sighing inwardly.
It was indeed too much.
He withdrew his gaze, his fingertip exerting pressure, shattering the prayer beads on his wrist.
Buzz—
A beam of white light shot into the sky.
Simultaneously, several more beams of white light ignited from within the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect formation.
Di Mo was startled, then let out a cold laugh, deliberately slowing his movements.
He wanted to see what further tricks the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect had up their sleeve in this seemingly inescapable situation.
Tian Mo narrowed his eyes, his gaze piercing through the demonic clouds to the white lights. After a moment of thought, his expression changed drastically.
Not good!
"Quickly move…"
His words were cut off by a grating, ear-splitting sound.
At this moment, all the demons present watched in horror as a colossal crack suddenly appeared in the sky.
This crack spanned half the sky. A chilling wind drifted out, causing the demons to shiver in unison.
Until a mighty roar reverberated through the heavens and earth.
"Kill!"
Countless figures poured out of the crack, jostling to be first, while various colorful spiritual lights rained down from above towards the demon army.
It was reinforcements for these bald heads!
Di Mo's pupils contracted, finally realizing the gravity of the situation.
Without time to ponder how these people had created such a massive teleportation array, he directly redirected his arm, smashing it towards the crack.
Who knew how many more cultivators lurked behind and they had to prevent further teleportation.
The demonic clouds, now almost solidified, approached the crack with a chilling wind, space warping violently, creating ripples.
Di Mo stared intently at the crack, roaring in his heart!
Destroy it!
Destroy it quickly!
"Is this all the demon race has to offer? Truly disappointing."
Within the crack, a graceful figure had appeared at some unknown time.
Di Mo glanced at her once and felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his entire body trembling, his face paling significantly.
Without needing to see the outcome, he knew he had failed.
As expected.
Just as the demonic clouds were about to close in, the striking figure within the crack lightly blew a breath forward.
Instantly, a violent wind raged.
Howling sounds filled the air.
This entire expanse of heaven and earth was now the center of a storm.
The demonic clouds, which had gathered the entire might of the demon race, resisted stubbornly for a few breaths before being blown apart by the wind.
Dawn had broken.