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第三千八百一十六章 画魔

Yes, when both of his元婴 simultaneously advanced to the next stage, his mana had already far surpassed that of his contemporaries. But at this moment, with nine true spirits manifesting all at once, the mana in his body was already at its limit.

At such a time, Lin Xuan had many treasures, but he no longer had the strength to use them.

In other words, when the nine true spirits fell, his situation would become extremely perilous.

Lin Xuan knew this well. Chaos also understood it clearly.

"Grunt!"

A low, guttural roar entered his ears as two blood-red beams of light shot out from its eyes.

The speed was incredible; it crossed a thousand feet in an instant.

However, this time, it wasn't to ambush Lin Xuan but appeared strangely within Phoenix's line of sight.

Phoenix had already attained spiritual awareness and immediately sensed something amiss.

With a flick of its claws, it wanted to tear the void apart.

First, dodge!

The phoenix's reaction was swift, but it was too late.

"Bang!"

At the last moment, the two beams of light accelerated and struck Phoenix's head.

Phoenix stumbled backward as it fell out.

"Woo!"

From that vortex, countless beams of light shot out. Then, they transformed into blood-red javelins, encircling the king of birds from all sides.

At this critical moment, there was no way for the phoenix to dodge; it could only spread its wings and unleash a fierce wind.

Such protection wasn't entirely useless, but it clearly couldn't turn danger into safety.

Then, an eerie cry of the phoenix echoed in his ears as the phoenix was pierced repeatedly until it fell apart.

Its massive form blurred before vanishing completely, leaving behind only a broken immortal sword floating in mid-air.

With Phoenix eliminated, Lin Xuan's defenses became vulnerable. It was like a breach had been opened in a city wall; the pressure from the remaining eight true spirits increased significantly.

Almost instantaneously, the golden crow was destroyed.

The situation for Vermilion Bird was no better.

Lin Xuan's face turned an unusually dark shade of gray. This was a dead end with no escape. Was he really going to fall here?

But there was no time for lamentation.

Lin Xuan waved his hands repeatedly, casting spell after spell. Unfortunately, it was all in vain; under these circumstances, he had exhausted all means.

One by one, the true spirits fell. The Nine Palaces Needles Sword had already developed cracks. Fortunately, Lin Xuan knew how to make a sword spirit ethereal, or the loss of his primary treasure would have been devastating.

Struggling desperately and using every ounce of strength,

Lin Xuan's character was incredibly resilient; he wouldn't give up until the very last moment.

Thus, he managed to hold on for several more breaths.

"Gah..."

A strange sound entered his ears, filled with a sense of不甘 (reluctance). The phoenix's form blurred as it fell one by one.

Then, there were no longer any obstacles. All attacks came like a storm, enveloping Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan's face turned deathly pale.

In this situation, even if Li Yutong were in his place, he would be severely injured. He had nowhere to run anymore.

Not that he lacked courage, but there was no chance of survival; he despairingly closed his eyes.

---

On the other side,

The Demonic Realm.

This was an endless expanse of grassland where the Primordial Demon Ancestor's palace was built.

In today's demonic realm, talent was scarce. Not only had the Grand Leader of the Demons fallen, but even the true demon primordial ancestor was left with only half.

One of them was Painted Demon.

As its name suggested, he was renowned for his paintings in the Three Realms.

Unlike other primordials, Painted Demon was much more lazy. He rarely bothered with matters within the demonic realm and preferred to immerse himself in nature.

Legend had it that this vast expanse of grassland was transformed from a painting by him.

At the center of the grassland, there was a green oasis.

Yes, an oasis.

Usually, oases were found in deserts. Here, it was called an oasis simply because it stood out starkly against its surroundings.

Green mountains, clear waters, small bridges, and cottages dotted the landscape. Young scholars could often be seen painting here. If one didn't know better, they would never guess this was a demonic realm; what beautiful scenery!

The sky was cloudless, and everything seemed fine until a distant cry pierced his ears.

There were no signs of impending danger as the vast expanse of space suddenly churned.

Not clouds, but the void itself.

Looking up, the blue sky from just moments ago had turned to a grayish-white hue.

This grayish-white was different from gloom; it carried an even more oppressive atmosphere.

Boom!

The sky seemed to be boiling and churning wildly.

---

Vast amounts of法则力量 (lawful power) appeared.

And there wasn't just one; they were tearing at each other.

Boom!

A thunderous roar echoed as the void was torn apart.

Countless black dots appeared in the万里高空 (ten thousand feet high sky).

Then, they split open, revealing various-sized dimensional portals.

This scene was too shocking to comprehend. Even the scholars painting and ordinary demon soldiers were left speechless.

Stunned!

Wasn't this a breach of the spiritual realm's invasion?

But the Three Realms War had long ceased; such thoughts seemed too far-fetched.

From within those dimensional portals, countless demonic energies surged out, but they were clearly different from the original demonic energies in ancient demon realms.

Then, laughter echoed inside. Only voices could be heard, no one was seen. The demons who could hear it all turned pale and some even rolled on the ground or exploded with a "bang."

The living demons, many of whom had bloodshot eyes, turned to their fellow demons, brandishing their treasures.

In an instant, cries of battle filled the air as they seemed to turn against each other in a bizarre self-destructive scenario.

"Demons' voices fill my ears; it's域外天魔 (demons from beyond)!"

A scholar-like demon shouted, finally recognizing his enemy: "Quickly inform Lord Painted Demon. The dimensional seal has been broken, and the域外天魔 have returned to the Holy Realm."

His face was filled with fear but he didn't flee; instead, he painted furiously, creating a scroll in one swift stroke.

Demonic energy surged out as the scroll distorted and blurred. The figures on it seemed to come alive, drawing bows and arrows that shot towards the域外天魔 above.

But it was futile. There were too many域外天魔, each with bizarre powers. Ancient demons, though fierce and combative, paled in comparison. Continuous screams filled his ears as blood and gore rained down, turning a beautiful paradise into a place of sorrow and suffering.

"Bold ruffian!"

Until the sky echoed with a thunderous voice. A shocking wave of demonic energy rose from it. Painted Demon was painting furiously in his cave, inspired by divine inspiration when he received a message through his sword: the域外天魔 had broken the dimensional seal and were attacking here.

Shocking!

Indeed, Painted Demon was one of the least interested in worldly affairs among the true demon primordials, but as the most powerful existence in the spiritual realm, how could he not know about the域外天魔?

(Youth Lion Book Alliance.)

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