Chapter 936 - 936 936 Son of the Devil Monarch

Chapter 936: Chapter 936: Son of the Devil Monarch Chapter 936: Chapter 936: Son of the Devil Monarch “Boom! Boom! Boom!”

“Buzzing!”

High above the Divine King’s Divine Palace, horrific Demon Decisions clashed hard against the Immortal Decisions, shaking the heavens and the earth, as terrifying waves of energy continuously surged wildly.

The battle between the Flame Dragon and the Blood Demon had reached a white-hot stage, with both sides fighting with all their might, fiercely.

The fighters of the Divinity Transformation Realm, too, fought as hard as they could.

The horrifying energy collisions had completely shattered the void within a radius of a hundred thousand feet, transforming the entire dominion beyond recognition, as if it were truly the end of days.

All cultivators were steeped in fear, each feeling the threat to their own safety.

“Gurgle…”

The members of the Dragon God Alliance trembled all over, their faces etched with fear, pale as paper, their spirits intimidated by the terrifying power.

“Blood Demon, you’re done for!” Long Jian shouted angrily, as the elders of the Demon Clan and dozens of Divinity Transformation Realm experts were suppressed, all sustaining varying degrees of injuries.

“Long Jian! Don’t get cocky, once I kill the Flame Dragon, you’re next!” Blood Demon roared viciously, his eyes flashing with a ruthless determination to achieve his goals by any means necessary.

“Hmph! You can’t defeat the Flame Dragon!” Long Jian sneered in disdain, his eyes flashing fiercely as he unleashed an even more ferocious attack on the Demon.

“How preposterous! Did you really think I’d be easy to bully?” Mo Zhentian roared fiercely, his hands suddenly clasped together, and with a final shout, “Heavenly Demon Decision!”

“Elder Mo Zhentian, with your strength, I truly did not take you seriously!” Long Jian’s vicious voice eerily came from behind Mo Zhentian.

“Instantaneous movement!” Mo Zhentian’s face suddenly changed dramatically.

“You’re only realizing this now?” Long Jian said with disdain, immediately shouting, “Dragon God Claw!”

“Boom!”

“Spurt!”

With a single claw strike, Long Jian sent Mo Zhentian flying, blood spurting from his mouth, his body streaking away like a black line.

This claw strike from Long Jian critically injured Mo Zhentian.

Once the balance among the experts was lost, the unbalanced side would be subject to devastating blows.

With Mo Zhentian critically injured, it was clear that the Demon Clan had lost their balance and the Demon experts started to panic.

Having defeated Mo Zhentian and freeing himself up, it was like child’s play for Long Jian, with his terrifying strength, to deal with others.

“Blood Demon! Your time of death has come.” Flame Dragon couldn’t help but taunt upon seeing Mo Zhentian critically wounded.

Blood Demon did not speak, but his face grew increasingly somber.

“Protector Long Jian, leave this old thing to me. You deal with the others, quickly resolve this.” Feng Wuchen spoke coldly, already rushing towards the severely injured Elder Mo Zhentian.

Long Jian sneered, “I’ll take care of that old bastard Demon Wind!”

Mo Zhentian’s face was pale, he glared fiercely at Feng Wuchen as he came charging at him.

“Brat! You’re asking for death!” Mo Zhentian growled sinisterly, cold light flickering in his old eyes.

“Elder Mo Zhentian, capture Feng Wuchen alive! Use him as a hostage!” Blood Demon’s shouting voice came.

Enduring his critical injuries, Mo Zhentian desperately mobilized his Soul Power, intending to severely damage Feng Wuchen’s Soul Body in one go and capture him.

“Hmph! Mo Zhentian, it seems you’ve forgotten, I am an Alchemist.” Feng Wuchen taunted coldly, his potent and terrifying Soul Power wildly surging forth.

“Eighth-Rank Alchemist!” Mo Zhentian’s expression changed dramatically.

“Boom!”

“Spurt!”

The terrifying collision of Soul Powers led to Mo Zhentian spitting out blood once again, completely unable to withstand Feng Wuchen’s domineering Soul Power.

“How is this possible…” Mo Zhentian was shocked to his core, unable to believe Feng Wuchen’s Soul Power could be so overwhelming.

“Mo Zhentian!” Blood Demon’s expression changed drastically.

“Elder!” Demon Wind and the other Demon Clan experts started to panic.

None of them had expected Feng Wuchen to possess soul power even more terrifying than that of the demon forces!

“Ha! Old fool, your time to die has come,” Feng Wuchen sneered viciously, his pitch-black eyes flashing with a callous murderous intent.

“Hall Master! Kill him quickly!”

“Alliance Hierarch! Take action now!”

Members of the Dragon God Alliance shouted one after another, all their gazes turning toward Feng Wuchen.

At that moment, Feng Wuchen was gathering an appalling force, unable to resist due to severe injuries, and no one could save him.

“Old thing! It’s time for you to hit the road!” Feng Wuchen laughed grimly, sending his fist ruthlessly smashing forward.

“Heavenly Demon Barrier!”

However, just as Feng Wuchen launched his attack, a voice like thunder suddenly erupted.

“Boom!”

“Buzz buzz!”

A world-shaking collision sound was transmitted, causing this entire space to tremble violently as a supremely dreadful force swept out from the point of impact.

“Heavenly Demon Barrier?” Feng Wuchen’s expression changed drastically, and he swiftly turned to look up into the sky.

“Heavenly Demon Barrier? This is the power of the Devil Monarch!” Flame Dragon and Long Jian, among others, exclaimed in shock.

“It’s here! It has finally come!” Blood Demon’s heart surged with joy, and the people of the Demon Wind breathed a sigh of relief.

“Everyone, be careful! The Dragon Clan’s barrier is not holding!” Flame Dragon urgently cried out, his expression solemn as he looked toward the site of the impact.

Blood Demon grinned smugly, “Even Long Tianzhan’s barrier is nothing after all!”

“Have the Demon Clan’s powerhouses arrived?” Ye Tianwei exclaimed in horror, and concern rose among the members of the Dragon God Alliance.

The Dragon Clan’s barrier, set up by Long Tianzhan himself, was now broken by someone, revealing how terrifying this person must be.

“Boom boom!”

“Buzz buzz!”

“Crack!”

The ferocious collisions continued without rest, and everyone’s bodies shook along with the violent tremors of the space. Moments later, all could clearly hear the sound of the barrier shattering.

Within the realm of the Dragon Clan, as the barrier shattered, Long Tianzhan slightly opened his eyes and frowned, “Heavenly Demon Barrier! The power of the Devil Monarch.”

“The Devil Monarch’s seal is weakening more and more!” Long Xuan, one of the Taiji elders, said gravely.

“Every day we can delay is a day gained. Continue to reinforce the seal,” Long Tianzhan said in a deep voice.

With the Dragon Clan’s barrier that sealed the entire domain now broken, everyone immediately sensed several fearsome presences.

In addition to that, there were many weaker ones.

“Mo Tianwang!” Flame Dragon’s brows slightly furrowed, his gaze icily fixed on the distance.

“It’s the presence of Long Can and the others, and Qingyang’s presence too—something has indeed gone wrong!” Feng Wuchen’s brows were tightly knitted, and with a gesture through the air, he trapped Mo Zhong.

“Master, it seems they have failed,” Flame Dragon’s voice came through.

“No matter! The one who can deploy the Heavenly Demon Barrier must be closely related to the Devil Monarch,” Feng Wuchen communicated back, his expression gravely serious.

“Master, our mission has failed. He is Mo Tian, the son of the Devil Monarch! We’ve been trapped in the Demon Palace, and moreover, the Evil Tribe has already colluded with the Demon Clan!” At this moment, Long Can’s voice reached them.

“Evil Tribe!” Feng Wuchen’s expression turned even darker.

“Feng brother, he is Mo Tian, the son of the Devil Monarch. His talent surpasses that of the Yin Yang Soul, and his strength is formidable,” Long Jian said seriously.

“The son of the Devil Monarch?” Hearing Long Jian’s words, the powerhouses of the Dragon God Alliance had their expressions change markedly.

“The son of the Devil Monarch has come?” Leng Yunkong and the others were incredibly shaken, their expressions rigid.

“Swoosh swoosh swoosh!”

Before long, a series of intense sounds of breaking through the air were heard.

“We welcome the young master Mo Tian!” Blood Demon and other strong members of the Demon Clan knelt down in the void to greet him.