Chapter 1314: 654: The Fall of the Demon Saint! Opportunity Appears!

Capítulo 1314: Chapter 654: The Fall of the Demon Saint! Opportunity Appears!

Chen Yuan’s Samadhi True Fire was not aimed at the Pingtian Demon Saint, but at the low-level demons providing him with demon energy.

It was Jiang He’s Sword Qi that truly attacked the Pingtian Demon Saint.

Chen Yuan knew well that the reason Pingtian Demon Saint had his current power was largely due to the great formation, sourced from the low-level great demons and small demons supplying demon energy to him.

And since Jiang He’s methods were not suitable for large-scale elimination, it naturally fell to him to take action.

Once he finished slaughtering the eighth layer of demon creatures, the Pingtian Demon Saint would meet his doom!

Chen Yuan’s Samadhi True Fire was best suited for large-scale battles; those with high cultivation could withstand it, but those with weak cultivation would almost certainly die with a touch, suffer injury upon contact!

Moreover, his physical body had progressed, and the Samadhi True Fire that erupted using Qi and Blood Power as a foundation was naturally far superior to before, with flames sweeping toward the demons like a tidal wave.

Pingtian Demon Saint was deeply anxious, wishing to protect them, but under Jiang He’s advance, he couldn’t fully shield those demon creatures. Their own defenses couldn’t withstand the mysterious and strange flames.

They could only unleash unwilling roars of fury.

Massacre!

For those demons with weak cultivation, Chen Yuan’s Samadhi True Fire was irresistibly lethal. Even Core Realm and Yang Transformation Realm great demons couldn’t withstand it, let alone others.

The demonic cries of anguish continuously echoed, and swathes of demon creatures fell.

At the same time, the power of the Myriad Demons Banner was rapidly weakening. The still barely holding Jiang He gradually began to fall behind after Chen Yuan slaughtered most of the demons in an instant.

He held the Pingtian Demon Saint in check, preventing his escape.

The demon horde roared. A tiger demon, several meters tall, squinted its eyes, realizing something was wrong. Before the Samadhi True Fire approached, a wisp of black energy silently burrowed into the ground.

As for the tiger demon, it was lifeless.

However, neither the surrounding demons nor Chen Yuan, the “butcher,” noticed this silent change.

Bai Qiu transformed into a nine-tailed heavenly fox, leaping into the air and leading a few Yang Transformation great demons out of the formation, charging straight at Chen Yuan. However, their strength was ultimately too weak.

Several demons were punched to death by Chen Yuan, and Bai Qiu was subdued by Chen Yuan using Primordial Spirit secret technique. Leaving an intact body, a blade’s edge swept by, stripping off her fur completely.

Named Bai Qiu, it naturally had to become a white fur garment.

With the more powerful great demons exterminated, the remaining demons completely lost their will to resist, and the endless Samadhi True Fire burned every demon on the eighth layer to ashes.

Then, Chen Yuan turned, taking a step forward, directly attacking the Pingtian Demon Saint.

Without the Myriad Demons Energy, the imitation Myriad Demons Banner in his hand lost its effect. As Jiang He’s Sword Intent emerged, infinite Sword Qi fell directly upon him.

Chen Yuan unleashed the Baking Furnace Cave Heaven, roaring furiously and exerting full power.

Compared to the previous confrontations, the current battle was almost a one-sided crush. Under the combined might of Chen Yuan and Jiang He, the Pingtian Demon Saint immediately fell into a completely disadvantaged position!

After obtaining the Demon God Flower, Chen Yuan’s strength had skyrocketed, only slightly below the saint’s, and having Jiang He to deal damage resulted in this very normal outcome.

Pingtian Demon Saint’s eyes were filled with resentment, constantly roaring and burning his Qi and Blood Power, but it had its limits, and his fate was already sealed.

Within ten exchanges, Chen Yuan had already approached Pingtian Demon Saint. His hands were like iron hooks, his figure exploding with seemingly impossible immense strength, forcibly tearing his forearm apart.

“Roar!”

Pingtian Demon Saint let out a sullen, angered roar once more.

Yet Chen Yuan was unfazed, continuing to tear at his flesh. Even though his regeneration was potent, re-growing limbs was easy, but how could freshly grown forearms compare to those honed by years of Qi and Blood refinement?

After thirty exchanges, Pingtian Demon Saint’s aura rapidly declined, leaving his body riddled with holes, a result of the incessant Sword Qi barrage.

Simultaneously, Jiang He’s Sword Intent was also embedded within.

“I’ll handle what’s left!”

Chen Yuan’s transmission landed in Jiang He’s ears. He immediately understood, discreetly stopping his actions, returning the Exterminating Immortal Sword to its scabbard.

He was unsure if Chen Yuan was truly obsessed with killing or had some other hidden intention. Previously with Song Lun had been the same, and now with Pingtian Demon Saint, it was too.

But he had no intention of asking. Chen Yuan had secrets, and so did he.

Even without Jiang He’s assistance, the dying Pingtian Demon Saint was no match for him. In the void, a massive Dharma Manifestation Illusion condensed into existence.

Directly subduing the tiger-like body of the Pingtian Demon Saint.

He roared angrily:

“This saint is unwilling!!!”

Indeed, he was reluctant. Just as the Demon God Flower was about to be obtained, it was suddenly snatched away, losing him the chance to escape the Demon Suppressing Tower, and now he was being slaughtered in collaboration with others — his grievance unsurpassed.

To them, the Demon Suppressing Tower was like a cage. He was born here, yet he did not wish to die here. However, it seemed his fate was sealed, forever unable to leave.

“Boom!!!”

The angrily roaring Pingtian Demon Saint was instantly slain by a terrifying force, blood mist filling the sky, shattered limbs scattered everywhere. The pale golden blood illuminated the entire sky.

It didn’t look like demon-killing, but rather a divine manifestation.

Chen Yuan bathed in demon blood, voraciously devouring its essence. Beneath the tattered clothing, a perfect physique was revealed, its lines graceful and brimming with terrifying power.