507: You guessed right, but there's no reward.

He remained seated on an Obsidian Bone Throne, which was smaller but more solidified, seemingly forged from the powerful skeletons of thousands of Soul Transformation and

Void Refining level experts.

Dark purple Demonic Armor flowed with an ominous halo, and the mask—continuously writhing and

composed of countless faces of suffering Souls—now emitted bone-chilling killing intent!

His emerald phosphorescent eyes were no longer hollowly overlooking; instead, they burned with rage capable of consuming stars!

“Ugh ahhh—!”

Below, several Demonic Cultivators in the Early Stage Spirit Transformation, who had hesitated slightly out of fear

and hadn't fully rushed out of the rift valley, were frantically kneeling, preparing to beg for mercy.

Venerable Hundred Refinements Demon did not even glance down; his lips under the mask merely moved slightly.

Buzz!

An invisible ripple of Rule swept past!

The bodies of the kneeling Early Stage Spirit Transformation Demonic Cultivators simultaneously stiffened!

Their expressions froze at the moment of their terror!

The next second, countless gray-white bone spurs sprouted from within their bodies,

like a frantic thicket of thorns, instantly piercing their Demonic Bodies and tearing apart their Nascent Souls!

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Like bursting rotten fruit! Flesh and blood flew everywhere!

Several terrified Primordial Spirits had just escaped their bodies when they were automatically entangled by the growing bone spurs.

Like birds bound by thorns, they screamed as they were forcefully crushed,

transforming into pure Essence Soul Light that drifted toward the emerald Corpse Fire beneath the Obsidian Bone Throne!

The Corpse Fire surrounding the throne suddenly intensified slightly.

The entire scene fell silent! The fleeing Demon Minions stopped as if struck by a Body Immobilization Technique!

They stopped scrambling, desperately prostrated themselves on the ground, and trembled violently!

“A bunch of trash.”

The hollow, decaying voice of Venerable Hundred Refinements Demon rang out, devoid of any emotion.

“Holding the Demonic Foundation of the ancient 'Nine Netherworld Soul Locking Forbidden Domain'... and yet you were still broken, still suffering a crushing defeat...”

His gaze swept over the collapsed core, the scattered Demonic Array energy, and the corpses of his kin littering the ground,

finally settling on the remnants of the defeated army trembling before him.

His voice suddenly rose, sounding like billions of coffin lids rattling simultaneously!

“What use are you to me!!”

Boom!!!

An invisible storm of Soul pressure, originating from the Void Refining stage, instantly swept across the entire area!

It was like a massive hammer striking the heart of every surviving Demonic Cultivator!

Even Lin Mingyuan and the others, who had just rushed out of the rift valley to reorganize their formation and suppress their injuries,

felt their Divine Souls violently struck! Even breathing became incredibly difficult!

The prostrating Demonic Cultivators were all shaken by this terrifying pressure, which originated from the depths of their Souls, causing blood to stream from their seven orifices!

Their bodies shook like sieves! Yet they couldn't even utter a plea for mercy!

Venerable Hundred Refinements Demon’s gaze finally passed over the crowd.

It landed on the core of the chaotic battlefield... fixed upon the figure in the blood-red Demonic Robe, covered in Blood Fiend Tattoos, holding a black banner, his long sword dripping blood!

It was him! The culprit who destroyed the array foundation and slaughtered the demons!

It was him! The culprit who destroyed the array foundation and slaughtered the demons!

A Divine Thought whisper, arriving from across the distance and carrying the eternal chill that could freeze Souls, resounded in Yao Delong’s Sea of Consciousness:

“Your Excellency, holding a replica of my Heavenly Demon Sect’s 'Ten Thousand Souls Suppressing World Banner'—the 'soul devouring banner'—

and wantonly slaughtering the Cultivators of my Demon Domain... You, surely, are not a Demonic Cultivator from the Demon Domain, are you?”

The invisible pressure felt like the entire sky was collapsing! The air solidified!

Even the raging Demonic Energy storm paused!

Yao Delong slowly raised his head, facing the figure that resembled a Primordial Demonic Peak!

There was no fear in his eyes, only the deepest calm. His cold, sharp gaze seemed capable of piercing space,

meeting the emerald fire burning beneath that mask of writhing suffering.

The corner of his mouth curved into an extremely sharp arc. His voice was not loud, but it sounded like ice scraping against metal,

clearly cutting through all the chaotic noise and resounding throughout the entire Rift Valley Abyss:

“You guessed right.”

“But... there's no reward.”

At this moment, tens of thousands of miles away, at the Yin Yang Sect’s Vanguard Main Camp!

“Whoosh!”

A crimson Divine Radiance, blazing like a meteor, tore through the heavy clouds and descended forcefully into the most solemn Grand Council Hall deep within the fortress!

Chiyan Peak Master Ji Yanshuang was concentrating on analyzing the battle lines. Before her, a massive Spirit Crystal Sand Table depicting the Northern Territory Mountains mapped out the various military situations.

The crimson star flashed like lightning, instantly sinking into a jade Command Token in her hand!

Buzz—!!

The token vibrated intensely! Crimson light burst through the hall roof!

A line of blood-colored small characters, carrying the unique tragic and resolute aura of the Night Hawk Guards, was branded in mid-air:

[Venerable Hundred Refinements Demon! Profound Fire Ancient Mirror Rift Valley! The core of the ancient Demonic Array has been broken by True Disciple Yao!

Hundreds of Yin Yang Sect and allied Sect Disciples are trapped! We are fighting to the death as bait to delay! Send immediate reinforcements!!]

Every word was like blood! Shocking to behold!

“Bastard!!! How dare Hundred Refinements come personally?!”

Ji Yanshuang's beautiful face, peerless under heaven but now covered in chilling frost, instantly turned pale!

Her Phoenix Eyes erupted with sky-scorching rage and a hint of unprecedented urgency!

Venerable Hundred Refinements Demon! Void Refinement Mid-stage! Even if the five Night Hawks fought with their lives, they would only be bait for a moment!

Not to mention the hundreds of surviving Yin Yang Sect and other Sect Disciples trapped in the array! And Yao Delong!

“Someone!” Her voice was like thunder!

An Elder at the Nascent Soul Peak stage, who was standing guard outside, flashed in like a phantom: “Peak Master!”

“Take my Chiyan Command Token! Spare no cost!

Immediately notify Peak Master Lei Zhenzi at Juelong Ice Ridge Pass and all Void Refining and Soul Transformation battle strength that the Moyang Sect can mobilize!

Target—Profound Fire Ancient Mirror Rift Valley! A Demon Domain Magnate has descended! Our Sect Disciples are in imminent danger!”

She fiercely threw out the blood-colored Command Token in her hand, which condensed a Divine Flame Phantom and emitted sky-burning heat waves!

“Understood!!”

The Elder took the token, transforming into a Crimson Rainbow that tore through space, speeding toward Juelong Ice Ridge Pass at a speed that seemed to burn his Origin!

He moved so quickly that he trailed a long trajectory of firelight in the sky!

Ji Yanshuang herself did not hesitate for a moment! She slammed her palm down, shattering the massive Spirit Crystal Sand Table!

“Weng—!!”

The piercing assembly alarm instantly spread throughout the entire main camp!

“All Disciples above the Golden Core stage heed my command! Fire Cloud Warships! Launch immediately! Target—Profound Fire Ancient Mirror!”

Her clear, cold voice, imbued with city-burning, earth-destroying fury, echoed across the heavens! “Rescue our Sect Disciples! Slay Demons!!”

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Massive Crimson Warships instantly ignited their Engine Runes,

spewing hot air that scorched the atmosphere, soaring into the sky like enraged firebirds leaving their nest!

Chiyan Peak Master Ji Yanshuang took the lead, standing at the bow of the foremost Giant Fire Ship!

Her Crimson War Robe billowed fiercely in the Nine Heavens Astral Wind! Blazing Vermilion Bird True Fire encircled her body, burning away the clouds!

Dozens of Fire Cloud Warships transformed into a burning crimson sea of clouds,

tearing through the Astral Wind Layer, mighty and vast, like a torrent of fire spanning the horizon!

They rushed toward the Profound Fire Desolation without hesitation... at full speed!

At the exact same moment! Inside the Profound Fire Ancient Mirror Rift Valley!

Yao Delong’s voice was like ice shards cracking from a frozen spring,

sharp, cold, and carrying an absolute indifference that treated Void Refining experts as nothing!

His tattooed blood robe wildly danced in the chaotic Demonic Essence storm. The soul devouring banner in his hand, which seemed to swallow the entire abyss, moved without wind,

the savage Demonic Soul Shadows on the Banner Cloth struggled frantically, yet they could never tear free from the netherworld-like constraints of the cloth!