Chapter 89
Neal didn’t dare relax a second, he charged back in.
Him thrusting the halberd, the Blood Demon Ancestor throwing devastating punches, they trapped Soren in a seamless pincer from left and right.
Their blindingly fast, relentless assault was neutralized by Soren, strike for strike.
By now even the Blood Demon Ancestor knew something was badly wrong.
Soren was only Upper-Tier Demon Emperor, he himself was a Lower-Tier Demon Ancestor whose strength could rival a Middle-Tier.
How could the two of them fail to take Soren down quickly?
This was devilish, worst of all, from start to finish, the brat wore a look of calm, mocking nonchalance, it constantly felt like he’d counterattack the very next second and slaughter them both.
"Blood Demon Ancestor, we can’t drag this out!" Neal roared.
"Use your killer moves!"
"Good!" The Blood Demon Ancestor agreed without hesitation, he too felt Soren was bizarrely unnatural.
The sensation was like being haunted by a vengeful ghost, his skin crawled. He needed to erase this brat now, before something unexpected happened.
"Blood Demon Ancestor," Neal transmitted, "I haven’t fully adapted to the Myriad Spirits Battle Armor yet, the technique paired with the Dragon-Piercing Halberd needs a little time to prepare."
"No matter, take your time," the Blood Demon Ancestor replied, doing his best to swallow his irritation while cursing up a storm inside.
This Neal was a useless piece of trash, everything needed time to prepare. Whatever, he’d already joined, no turning back.
"Blood Demon Descends to the World!"
The Blood Demon Ancestor sacrificed his blood essence, infused it with demonic energy.
The blood essence swelled, transforming in an instant into a towering, snarling blood-red monstrosity, nine massive heads, none with features, all covered in sharp jagged spikes.
With a leap he merged into the titanic body.
As he entered, the Blood Demon’s frame morphed, suddenly sprouting a thousand arms, every arm was dozens of meters thick.
All one thousand arms slammed down at Soren at once, before the colossal Blood Demon, he looked like a grain of sand at the foot of a mountain.
By scale the contrast defied sense, yet the destructive power in each arm was no less than a full-force strike from the Blood Demon Ancestor himself.
A thousand arms at once was a thousand Blood Demon Ancestors launching their strongest attack in the same instant.
To any Upper-Tier Demon Emperor, to any Lower-Tier Demon Ancestor, this was a lethal blow, even an ordinary Middle-Tier Demon Ancestor would have to fight with everything to counter it, or be reduced to ash.
Soren drew the Solitary Heaven Sword backhand, and Heavenly Resentment Demonic Sword in one hand, Solitary Heaven Sword in the other, he slashed with both at once, he didn’t know any fancy demonic technique, but he had the Strategy Encyclopedia.
The Solitary Heaven Sword carried formidable anti-demonic suppressing power.
The Heavenly Resentment Demonic Sword wielded an unnatural, transcendent sharpness.
Both blades together, and he was impervious to the Blood Demon’s assault.
Two arcs of sword qi soared across the void.
First came the Heavenly Resentment Demonic Sword’s qi, sharper and faster, viciously slicing into the descending blood arms.
That single clash cleanly severed over a hundred, formidable as it was, it seemed short of blocking the whole avalanche.
Then the Solitary Heaven Sword’s qi arrived right behind, an apocalyptic collision that blasted hundreds of blood arms into mist.
The assault weakened sharply, still, at least a third got through.
The remaining arms crashed down like a meteor shower and swallowed Soren whole.
The Blood Demon Ancestor let out a breath, a satisfied sneer touching his lips, he’d genuinely feared Soren would block the whole thing.
"The obstacle’s finally gone. Hahaha! Ha..."
"Hm?"
Something was terribly wrong, his colossal body was shrinking, it felt like it was being devoured.
A single glance nearly made him vomit blood.
The bombardment hadn’t scratched Soren at all.
Worse, a protective astral barrier was wrapping around him.
The Ancestor-level demonic energy sustaining the Blood Demon’s body was being absorbed at blinding speed, Soren’s earlier energy consumption was replenishing fast, his aura even expanding.
This brat was devilish, he could directly devour demonic energy into his own dantian?
Converting any energy into personal demonic energy took a process of refining and assimilation.
To directly absorb and use another person’s demonic energy, he’d never heard of such a thing, some bizarre technique, and the devouring speed was terrifying, even he couldn’t hold on much longer.
By the time he snapped out of it, the titanic body had shrunk from a behemoth to barely a dozen meters.
Every arm Soren’s sword qi hadn’t severed had become his nourishment.
The Blood Demon Ancestor didn’t dare be careless, he was bound to the Blood Demon’s frame, and that devouring force had trapped him inside the shrinking vessel.
Abandon it to flee, and Soren’s devouring force would catch him whole, staying inside kept his contact indirect, sparing his core foundation.
He glared at Neal. "Are your preparations done?"
"Almost!"
Neal was just as frantic.
Panic did nothing, the Dragon-Piercing Strike needed an immense, saturating amount of spiritual energy poured into the halberd, he had one chance, and he refused to waste the effort.
The cultivators below were no longer thinking about whether the Blood Demon Ancestor was a demon, or why Neal had allied with him.
Their whole attention was locked on Soren.
"Good heavens... you must be joking!"
"That fiend, setting aside that he’s impossible to kill, how can he directly devour unrefined demonic energy?"
"We finally exhausted his demonic energy, and he’s recovered it all in seconds! How do we fight this?"
"Even a genuine Ancestor Realm can’t suppress him."
"It’s over. Completely over. We’re dead!"
Soren stepped out from the billowing shockwaves, crushing a fragment of a severed arm under his foot, he stretched his neck, releasing a run of sharp pops like roasting beans.
One second Lysara had been biting her crimson lips in anxiety.
The next, a radiant smile bloomed across her face, her mood flipping from dread to delight.
Despite taking the brunt of that attack, Soren was unharmed.
More than that, his whole aura had clearly transformed.
He stomped the void.
His dantian expanded fast, his demonic might surging into a massive black tornado that joined heaven and earth, sealing him in its eye.
Standing at the center, his demonic might skyrocketed at a ferocious pace, instantly eclipsing the Blood Demon Ancestor at his absolute peak.