Chapter 1380: Becoming the Heavenly Dao Is Her Wish
The Demon-locking Tower trembled incessantly.
A blood-red black fog permeated the surroundings.
Inside, hundreds of Demon Beasts seemed to catch the scent of freedom.
They rushed to crash into the tower, the demon binding chains that were once securely nailed around began snapping one by one.
Now, only the last chain desperately held on.
Without the suppression and reinforcement of the Thunder Array and with Jing Jia’s weakened mana,
they were more rampant.
At this moment, clad in a dark garment, he descended before the Demon-locking Tower.
Feng Fuce’s eyes were a fiery red, with a strand of fire-red pattern growing between his brows.
His handsome face was full of stern coldness and murderous intent.
The strong wind rose because of him, yet he stood unmoved.
Feng Fuce’s expression appeared both arrogant and indifferent.
His robes adorned with the most exquisite jewels.
Wherever Feng Fuce’s demonic qi spread, the immortal fog, long corralled in the heavenly court, rapidly receded like beasts fleeing a flood.
Before long, the azure sky of the heavenly court turned dark and blood-red.
Blood-red thick clouds loomed densely, blotting out the sky.
In the gale, those Demon Beasts desperately attacked the Demon-locking Tower.
They felt Feng Fuce’s aura, and each of their bloodlines surged vigorously—
"The Demon Lord is here too, our victory is almost certain!"
"Let us out, we’ll level the heavenly court!"
"The thirty million immortals are hardly our match!"
Feng Fuce’s thin lips let out a cold sneer.
When he raised his brows, there was an added touch of devilishness and arrogance.
The past Feng Fuce restrained his hostility beside Bai Zhi’er.
But now, full of bloodthirsty slaughter, that was his true nature!
Feng Fuce looked at the Demon-locking Tower, disdainfully and coldly said, "Heavenly court is not your enemy."
His long hand grasped the last chain sealing the Demon-locking Tower.
Feng Fuce’s eyes were deep red, his tone arrogant yet icy: "I am."
In the next second, black-red flames burst forth from his palm.
The last demon binding chain snapped in an instant!
The Demon Beasts let out violent roars.
However, the imagined freedom did not come.
They discovered they were suppressed by a more terrifying and domineering power!
Not only could they not leave the Demon-locking Tower, but they also felt their entire primordial spirit was being fiercely torn apart!
Feng Fuce was engulfed by fiercely blazing black-red demonic qi.
The black light flowing from the torn Demon Spirits was all absorbed into his body.
The Demon Beasts were panicked inside the Demon-locking Tower, crashing aimlessly—
"You’re actually siding with the heavenly court against the Demon Clan?!"
Feng Fuce merely let out a cold laugh.
"What is the heavenly court?"
"What I care about is the soon-to-be-engaged Heavenly Dao."
"Only when your souls are scattered can her position be secure."
"Becoming the Heavenly Dao is her wish."
For this wish, Bai Zhi’er worked hard for so many years.
Feng Fuce would not let her efforts go in vain.
The Demon Beasts roared hoarsely—
"You’re insane! What benefit does this bring you?"
Feng Fuce chuckled.
Perhaps thinking of Bai Zhi’er, his expression was much softer than before.
He said with a hint of emotion: "The human world is interesting because of her, as for what benefits this action brings me, I’ve never considered."
"As long as Bai Zhi’er is happy, then I’m happy."
With that, he raised his hand and struck his chest.
The absorbed Demon Spirits were consumed in the fierce flames of demonic qi, their screams echoing.
The excruciating pain spread throughout Feng Fuce’s body.
Yet, Feng Fuce did not even furrow his brow.
A thin stream of fresh blood trickled from the corner of his lips.
The immortals who had hurried to the scene were directly stunned by this spectacle.