Chapter 586 - 580: The Golden-Winged Roc Escapes Death
The Cyan Lion Spirit screamed continuously, but Demon King Bosun showed no mercy.
After severing the Cyan Lion Spirit’s front paw with his sword, his second strike followed swiftly.
The sharp blade, emitting black demonic flames, sliced through, and the Cyan Lion Spirit, still screaming, was caught off guard and lost another head.
After successive hits, the Cyan Lion Spirit dared not remain even a little careless.
Quickly shrinking his size, he endured the pain and cautiously guarded against Demon King Bosun’s attacks.
After receiving several strikes, the Cyan Lion Spirit finally realized.
In battle with Demon King Bosun, his large size was not an advantage.
On the contrary, because he was too big, he was frequently hit by Demon King Bosun’s sword.
After attempting to reduce his size, the Cyan Lion Spirit fought Demon King Bosun.
His mind was extremely tense, exerting every bit of his strength.
However, the huge gap between the two was nearly impossible to bridge.
In the battle with Demon King Bosun, the Cyan Lion Spirit suffered repeated sword strikes, leaving him with only three heads.
Once those three heads were severed, he would meet his ultimate demise.
Logically, a Tier Two Peak Powerhouse’s demonic body is quite formidable, yet the Cyan Lion Spirit’s body under Demon King Bosun’s sword was as fragile as tofu.
"Now, it’s do or die!"
"Otherwise, I’m certainly dead!" The Cyan Lion Spirit resolved inwardly.
"Roar!"
A deep roar was heard.
Suddenly, the surrounding sand and stones swirled back.
All the surrounding sand and stones were sucked into the Cyan Lion Spirit’s belly, determined to swallow Demon King Bosun alive.
The Cyan Lion Spirit had another trump card: live swallowing.
There was another universe in his stomach; once swallowed, his gastric acid would transform into yin and yang energy, dissolving trapped foes into pus.
In battles against foes, the Cyan Lion Spirit once swallowed a hundred thousand of his enemy’s demon soldiers at once.
The Cyan Lion Spirit had defeated numerous adversaries using this move, yet those opponents were always weaker.
Facing a stronger opponent, he was attempting such a move for the first time.
The Cyan Lion Spirit knew swallowing a foe stronger than himself was risky.
But now, the Cyan Lion Spirit had no alternative.
This trump card was his final chance for a comeback.
Swallowing Demon King Bosun might lead to the Cyan Lion Spirit’s death.
Yet if he didn’t, death was inevitable.
Facing the Cyan Lion Spirit’s last fight, Demon King Bosun remained unperturbed, letting himself be swallowed easily.
He wanted to see what could possibly lie within the Cyan Lion Spirit’s belly.
Demon King Bosun vanished from the spot, swallowed by the Cyan Lion Spirit.
Witnessing this, the Cyan Lion Spirit rejoiced silently, immediately activating his gastric acid to transform into yin and yang energy to digest Demon King Bosun.
However, Demon King Bosun, inside the Cyan Lion Spirit’s stomach, ignited intense demonic flames.
The next moment, black demonic flames also engulfed the Cyan Lion Spirit’s body.
With the flames burning, the Cyan Lion Spirit emitted agonized growls and screams.
Yet, all was of no avail.
The Cyan Lion Spirit lost!
When the Cyan Lion Spirit’s body had completely burned to ashes, Demon King Bosun reappeared.
In his hand, he held the phantom of a nine-headed lion.
This phantom was the Cyan Lion Spirit’s soul.
Mission accomplished, Demon King Bosun’s figure flickered, disappearing from the scene.
The Cyan Lion Spirit was the first victim but definitely not the last.
Bear in mind, the Demon Lord dispatched the Four Great Demon Kings, and Buddha sent his Four Great Disciples.
Now, Demon King Bosun has acted; others surely haven’t been inactive.
In reality, Tier Two Peak Powerhouses stand no chance against these Outer World People.
Conservatively estimated, at least eight Tier Two Peak Powerhouses have been victimized.
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East Sea.
Elder Bai’s dojo.
The Golden-Winged Roc, covered in blood, rushed into Elder Bai’s dojo, looking rather miserable.
Since the Qingqiu Mountain Grand Elder’s Qingqiu Mountain had shifted to the Real World, the Grand Elder stayed temporarily at Elder Bai’s dojo for cultivation.
Seeing the Golden-Winged Roc’s condition, the Qingqiu Mountain Grand Elder and Elder Bai instantly grew solemn.
"Elder Bai, something terrible has happened!"
"Something terrible happened!" The Golden-Winged Roc said gravely, enduring his injuries.
Elder Bai quickly asked, "What on earth happened?"
"How did you end up so badly hurt?"
Hearing this, the Golden-Winged Roc replied, "I was ambushed by the Outer World People mentioned by the Peacock Great Ming King."
"I am not their match, fortunately my speed allowed me to narrowly escape."
The Golden-Winged Roc, like the Cyan Lion Spirit, was among the first targets ambushed by the Outer World People.
However, the Golden-Winged Roc was significantly stronger than the Cyan Lion Spirit.
Most crucially, the Golden-Winged Roc was fast.
The Golden-Winged Roc’s flight spanned ninety thousand miles in a single flap.
While unable to defeat those Outer World People, his escape made them unable to stop him.
This allowed him to deliver the news.
Elder Bai’s face turned grave, and he said, "We must immediately convene all allies for a meeting; I suspect you aren’t the sole victim of attack."
"Ascertaining the number of victims is necessary to judge the exact situation."
Elder Bai’s words quickly gained the approval of the Qingqiu Mountain Grand Elder and the Golden-Winged Roc.
The Grand Elder helped the Golden-Winged Roc heal, while Elder Bai used a Secret Technique to contact all allies.
Informing them of the Golden-Winged Roc’s ambush.
And promptly inviting them to his dojo for a meeting.
Elder Bai, cautious in actions.
He particularly urged them not to come alone but to arrive in groups of three or five.
If facing danger, they must relay the news immediately.
Nearby allies must go first to rescue upon receiving a distress message.
Elder Bai’s strategy could temporarily sidestep ambushes with the advantage of numbers.
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Meanwhile.
Under the Demon Lord were the Four Great Demon Kings, under Buddha, the Four Great Disciples, now gathered together.
Among the eight, seven were proud and lofty, heads held high.
Except for one strong monk, who appeared dejected, like a defeated rooster.
This was Buddha’s second disciple, Kshatriya.
He had ambushed the Golden-Winged Roc but was disappointed, failing to kill the Roc, allowing its escape.
Everyone else succeeded, only he failed, naturally his reputation was somewhat tarnished.
"Kshatriya, you truly are useless, aren’t you?"
"Because of you, the news leaked, making ambushes harder in the future."
"Facing them directly, we are at a disadvantage with fewer numbers." Demon King Bosun taunted mercilessly.