Extraordinary Realm from Persuasion System

[Host, do not be careless.] The voice of the Persuasion System echoed in Zhang Beixing’s mind.

[Even though you possess the Eye of Heavenly Dao, we both know that true strength should not rely on external tools.]

[Even if the Demon God Race was defeated honorably, there must be cunning beings behind them. You must not be complacent.]

Zhang Beixing shuddered at the words.

Indeed, the enemy is in the dark while we are in the light; how can we underestimate them?

He immediately gathered his thoughts and prepared for battle.

At this moment, the demon army outside the city had already reached its gates.

Leading them was the Demon God Brother, a sinister smile on his face.

"Zhang Beixing, you caused my brother’s tragic death; today you will join him in the grave!"

"Surrender quickly, and I’ll spare your life!"

The Demon God Brother’s voice was like a thunderous bell, taunting arrogantly.

Behind him, a thousand elite from the Demon Race, each possessing profound cultivation.

Their momentum was intimidating, full of murderous intent.

However, faced with such a spectacle, Zhang Beixing merely smirked coldly.

"You think you worthless scum can act arrogant before me?"

"You truly don’t know what’s good for you!"

He stood with his hands behind his back, facing the surging demon army while the city’s citizens were behind him.

A golden light radiated from his body, the Angel’s Wing unfurling.

The sacred aura made one shudder involuntarily.

"You... you dare be so presumptuous!"

The Demon God Brother flew into a rage, nearly spitting blood.

"I see you’ve grown tired of living!"

"Brothers, attack! Tear that boy to pieces!"

Before his words had even landed, thousands of the demon race roared in unison.

They surged forward with an overwhelming presence.

"Master, be careful!"

"Yes, master, they are many and powerful; you mustn’t act recklessly!"

Alina and Richard hurriedly spoke up, afraid their master might be careless.

However, Zhang Beixing remained calm and composed.

His gaze, sharp as lightning, swept over the demon army, his lips curling with disdain.

"Is that it?"

"I thought there might be some formidable opponent, but it turns out it’s just a disorganized mob!"

Zhang Beixing chuckled coldly, suddenly raising his hand to point.

"Celestial Suppression!"

As his words fell, the world changed colors.

A powerful force surged abruptly.

It seemed as if two invisible giant hands were pressing down from the sky.

In an instant, all the demons present felt suffocated.

A fear from deep within their souls made them shudder involuntarily.

Even the Demon God Brother’s expression shifted.

"What... what is this power?"

With difficulty, he looked up at Zhang Beixing.

Only to see a golden light shining around him, the Angel’s Wing dazzling behind him.

Like a celestial god descending to overlook the world!

"This is... Celestial Suppression?"

The Demon God Brother’s heart filled with dread, realizing the severity of the situation.

"Not good, everyone retreat!"

He shouted in an attempt to lead a retreat.

But it was already too late.

Before his words could finish, Zhang Beixing acted once more.

With a gentle shake of his wings, innumerable golden feathers transformed into arrows, whistling forward.

Where the feather arrows pointed, the winds howled, demonic qi surged.

As if to tear the void, slashing everything in their path!

"Ah!!!"

Agonized screams echoed without end.

Countless from the demon race, fragile as paper before this divine power.

In a blink of an eye, they were pierced into sieves.

Blood stained the earth red.

Corpses piled up like mountains.

And this was just the beginning.

"Evil-Breaking Divine Thunder!"

Zhang Beixing shouted once more, forming seals with his hands.

Boom!

The sky became overcast, thunder roared.

Golden thunderbolts descended from the heavens.

Where they passed, all demons and monsters were reduced to ash.

Not even having time to utter a cry, they were turned to dust.

In an instant, the vast battlefield was left with only the Demon God Brother.

He trembled all over, his face as pale as a sheet.

"This... how is this possible..."

"A mere human junior possessing such cultivation?"

"This Celestial Suppression and Evil-Breaking Divine Thunder..."

"They are clearly legendary Immortal Sect Divine Techniques!"

In the Demon God Brother’s heart, a storm raged.

He would never have dreamt that the distinguished demon army would be defeated so quickly!

And at the hands of a human junior!

This was simply a disgrace beyond belief!

"You bastard, I’ll take you on!"

The Demon God Brother’s face was dark, eyes emitting gleams of ferocity.

He knew there was no chance of winning today’s battle.

Rather than sitting and waiting for death, he’d gamble everything!

If he could delay the boy for a moment and help his kin escape, it would be worth it!

Thinking of this, the Demon God Brother gritted his teeth, pulling out a black box from his cloak.

"Soul Devourer, lend me your strength!"

He shouted, raising the black box high.

The next moment, the lid flew open.

A mass of darkness like ink surged forth.

In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a gigantic demon beast.

That beast, entirely pitch-black, eyes scarlet red.

Mouth agape, revealing sharp teeth.

It looked utterly terrifying!

"Roar!!!"

The Soul Devourer let out a deafening roar, charging towards Zhang Beixing.

The brutal and ferocious aura made one’s heart race.

Richard and Alina were shocked, immediately voicing their concern.

Even Zhang Beixing’s expression changed slightly.

Judging by its appearance, the Soul Devourer might be quite formidable!

"Hmph, mere demon beast dares act arrogant before me?"

But with a second thought, he chuckled repeatedly.

How could a mere demon beast ever challenge celestial power?

"Perfect timing, let me see what skills you have, you beast!"

Zhang Beixing snorted coldly, charging towards the Soul Devourer.

The Angel’s Wing spread wide, golden light radiating.

"Evil-Breaking Divine Palm!"

In the midst of earth-shattering thunder, Zhang Beixing struck a palm.

The palm’s force was fierce, imbued with supreme pressure.