1250: Chapter 1250 The Demon God Reborn

The ten strongest Divine Abilities struck Luo Xiu first, the deafening roar shaking the heavens, and the entire Universe trembled!

Immediately following that, hundreds of attacks arrived in succession. Explosions erupted one after another, spiritual light and Devilish Qi intertwined and collided, completely submerging Luo Xiu's figure!

The shockwave swept through the surroundings like a tsunami. The Void Realm for hundreds of thousands of miles was completely shattered; countless meteorites turned into powder, and those already fragmented planets in the distance were shaken into countless shards, drifting in the Void Realm.

Dust and smoke filled the air, blocking out the sky and sun, stretching for over a thousand miles.

The entire Void Realm fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone held their breath, staring fixedly at the area shrouded in dust and smoke.

Those bounty hunters, space pirates, and Loose Cultivators were restless, waiting only for the dust and smoke to clear so they could rush in and loot Luo Xiu's corpse, treasures, and Origin—everything of value.

Tian Han gasped for air, his ice-blue scales covered in cracks, with ice flames flickering in his eyes.

Yu Qianhuan retracted his wings, his gaze deep as he stared fixedly at the center of the battlefield.

Lu Hongyuan knelt on one knee in the Void Realm, his long saber completely shattered, and the golden runes dissipated into the air.

Blood seeped from his seven orifices, and his aura was so weak it was almost imperceptible.

Sect Master Tuoba Shanyue, Yang Wuji, Marshal Heiman, Lin Qingfeng, Youying, Shen Xingyuan, and Tie Kuang—everyone had reached their limit, and everyone had exhausted almost all of their strength.

They gasped for air, staring fixedly at the dust and smoke, waiting for the outcome.

"Is he dead?" Sect Master Tuoba Shanyue asked, gasping, his voice hoarse.

"He should be... dead."

Yang Wuji's voice was equally weak, yet his eyes held a hint of uncertainty. "Attacks like that... even a Tier 6 Powerhouse could not survive."

Tian Han did not speak, but his brows furrowed slightly. In his heart, there was always a feeling of unease—an indescribable, inexplicable unease.

Yu Qianhuan was also silent; his pure white eyes stared fixedly at the dust and smoke, the gravity in his eyes deepening.

The dust and smoke slowly dissipated.

The first to rush into the dust and smoke were those greedy jackals.

They had been waiting for this moment—waiting for Luo Xiu to fall, waiting for the dust to settle, and waiting for that priceless corpse to lie defenseless in the Void Realm.

The first to rush in was a bounty hunter who was a Middle Stage Tier 5 Powerhouse.

He was the fastest, his movement technique the most agile. In the instant before the aftermath of the explosion had completely dissipated, he had already turned into a streak of light and plunged deep into the dust and smoke.

In his eyes, there was only the bounty, the treasure, and the opportunity to make a name for himself in the Universe—as for whether Luo Xiu was truly dead, he did not care.

Even if he wasn't dead, what could a heavily injured person, blasted by ten Peak Powerhouses combined, possibly do to him?

Following closely behind were three Early Stage Tier 5 Powerhouse space pirates. They were a group, coordinated and tacit, specializing in scavenging on the battlefield.

Their goal was not all of Luo Xiu, but rather to grab whatever they could—a shard of the armor of gods and demons, a drop of Divine Demon blood, or even a piece of the corpse was priceless.

Behind them were a dozen or so Loose Cultivators and bounty hunters, their cultivation levels uneven, ranging from Fourth-Tier Peak to Early Stage Tier 5.

Their speed was slower, but the greed in their eyes was no less than the former.

They might not be able to grab the best items, but there would always be some scraps—for a figure like Luo Xiu, even a tiny bit leaking out would be enough to benefit them for a lifetime.

And further away, dozens more figures were rapidly approaching. They were the second and third waves, waiting only for the first wave to scout the situation before swarming in.

However—

Screams suddenly rang out from within the dust and smoke.

"Ah—!"

That was the voice of an Early Stage Tier 5 Powerhouse space pirate.

His scream was shrill and short, lasting less than a breath before it ceased abruptly, as if his throat had been forcibly crushed by something.

Immediately following, there was the second, then the third.

"No—!"

"What th—"

Two more screams rang out, equally short, equally shrill.

Then, there was the sound of chewing.

"Crunch... crunch... crunch..."

The sound made one's scalp tingle, like a beast gnawing on the bones of its prey, like a demon devouring the flesh and blood of a living being.

Each crunch made the hearts of those watching from outside the dust and smoke shudder violently.

"What... what is that sound?!"

A Loose Cultivator blurted out, his voice filled with unconcealable fear.

No one answered him.

Everyone stared fixedly at the dust and smoke, their faces deathly pale.

The dust and smoke continued to dissipate.

A dark golden light lit up within the dust and smoke.

The light was faint, yet like a ghost fire in the night, it was chilling.

It flickered, as if breathing, as if... awakening.

Everyone's expression changed drastically.

The dust and smoke finally cleared a little, revealing the scene inside.

First to come into view was Luo Xiu's figure—or rather, Luo Xiu's remaining body.

He stood in the Void Realm, but he was no longer the Luo Xiu who had stood tall despite being heavily injured.

Only a large part of his body remained—his left arm was severed at the root, his right leg below the knee was gone without a trace, his abdomen was pierced by a massive bloody hole with his internal organs vaguely visible, and several ribs in his chest were broken, one of which had pierced through the skin, exposed to the outside, ghastly white and terrifying.

His white hair was soaked with blood, turning dark red, sticking to his face in strands; his black robe was so tattered it barely existed, with only a few strips of cloth hanging on his body.

His body was riddled with holes, and dark golden blood continuously surged from dozens of wounds, condensing into beads of dark golden blood in the Void Realm.

With injuries like these, anyone else would have died countless times over.

But Luo Xiu was still standing.

He stood in the Void Realm, his back straight, like a battle flag that had been broken but still refused to fall.

His heterochromatic eyes were still open, his left eye pitch-black like an abyss, his right eye crimson-gold like a scorching sun. In those eyes, there was no fatigue, no pain, only a pure, almost insane—hunger.

And floating beside him were three corpses.

They were the three Tier 5 Powerhouses who had rushed in first—one bounty hunter, two space pirates.

Their bodies were intact, without any external wounds, but their eyes were wide open, their mouths agape, and their faces were frozen in expressions of extreme fear, as if they had seen something extremely terrifying in the moment before their deaths.

Their auras had completely vanished, not even a trace of a remnant soul left—their Divine Souls had been completely obliterated by something in that instant.

Deep within Luo Xiu's heterochromatic eyes, that Five Elements mark was slowly rotating.

Just now, the moment those three Tier 5 Powerhouses lunged at him, the Five Elements mark turned, and the Five Elements power of heaven and earth responded.

The bodies of those three Tier 5 Powerhouses exploded from the inside—not the kind of explosion that sends flesh and blood flying, but a complete disintegration at the cellular level, the Divine Soul level, and the level of existence.

Their power did not dissipate.

Streams of pure energy surged from the three corpses, like three invisible rivers, flowing into Luo Xiu's body.