185: You are too weak

As an Imperial Demon Body, Mo Zhong did not put anyone else in his eyes except for Demon Tower.

On the Desolate side, only Su Wumei was worth his attention.

Mo Zhong did not believe that a Human Race member, who had been hunted by the Demon Race with nowhere to turn, would be his opponent. He was confident that this single spear strike could destroy the human in front of him.

Ji Yi felt little as the spear approached him; this strike posed no threat to him.

As the Demonic Spear drew closer to Ji Yi, Mo Zhong saw him remain motionless and assumed Ji Yi had been entranced by his attack.

"So weak," Mo Zhong thought with disdain. "How could such a clown cause such chaos in the starry sky controlled by Mo Mei? Mo Mei is truly useless."

Just as the Demonic Spear reached him, Ji Yi moved. He raised his hand and flicked the Demonic Spear with a bent finger.

"Om..." The Demonic Spear vibrated so violently it nearly slipped from Mo Zhong's grasp. The power of that flick caused Mo Zhong to fall into complete self-doubt.

"You are too weak," Ji Yi shook his head, grasping Mo Zhong's Demonic Spear. With a twist of his hand, the Demonic Spear spun rapidly, and Mo Zhong could not hold onto it.

Ji Yi struck out with a palm, harnessing the power of the revolving galaxy. This palm strike was a Fusion of the galaxy's grand momentum.

Mo Zhong threw a punch; his wounded pride would not allow him to discard his spear and retreat.

As fist met palm, Mo Zhong's body flew backward, his hand even shattered by Ji Yi's palm.

Mo Zhong felt a tearing pain throughout his body. Ji Yi's palm strike had already rendered his Physical Body crippled.

"How can you be so strong?" Mo Zhong's tone was filled with disbelief.

"You are just too weak," Ji Yi said, too lazy to elaborate. He took a step, and a whip kick, carrying the momentum of the galaxy's rotation, swept towards Mo Zhong.

"Boom!" Mo Zhong's Aura surged. Inside his Spirit Mansion, Demon Warrior formed a battle Formation. Mo Zhong used the power of the battle Formation, and his strength instantly broke through a barrier, reaching the Realm of a Saint King.

Mo Zhong thrust his spear at Ji Yi again. Destruction Laws enveloped Ji Yi, constantly eroding him, attempting to reduce him to nothingness.

Ji Yi's whip kick was powerful enough to shatter a star. His leg struck Mo Zhong's spear. This time, Mo Zhong successfully blocked Ji Yi's attack, and Ji Yi even retreated a few steps.

A Sword Qi soared, breaking through ninety thousand miles. Ji Yi thrust out a sword. A thousand Laws, ten thousand merits, all turned into nothingness under the Sword Dao Law of one sword breaking all Laws.

The Demonic Spear thrust again, meeting the sword. As sword and spear clashed, Ji Yi and Mo Zhong entered the Void Realm. Ji Yi's body retreated a few more steps.

Ji Yi did not invoke the power of the Ji Family's Disciple forming a battle Formation in his Spirit Mansion. He wanted to test his own strength.

"You actually possess such strength already?" Mo Zhong was utterly shocked this time. He had never imagined that a young generation member could reach the strength of a Saint King. This was something he dared not even dream of. Even the anomaly Demon Tower might not possess the strength of a Saint King yet.

"Do not measure me with your shallow understanding." Ji Yi blocked Mo Zhong's attack again. Although his body continuously retreated under Mo Zhong's assault, he was only slightly at a disadvantage, which was not a big problem.

With another spear thrust, Ji Yi retreated. Mo Zhong's figure shifted, and he fled backward.

"Want to escape?" Ji Yi implied he hadn't asked him. He called upon the power of the Ji Family Army in his Spirit Mansion. Ji Yi thrust out a sword, and the long sword pierced through the Void Realm, catching up to Mo Zhong.

Mo Zhong did not turn back, thrusting his long spear behind him. Spear tip met sword tip, and ten thousand thunder snakes filled the starry sky. Demon Tower's body was thrown backward, half of his body already exploded.

Ji Yi strode forward, moving much faster than Mo Zhong. He caught up to the still-fleeing Mo Zhong. Like a lone smoke column in the desert and a round sun setting over a long river, he used his sword as a blade, slashing down with power enough to split stars, descending upon Mo Zhong.

The long spear crossed the sky, attempting to block the galaxy's rotation. However, Ji Yi's strength was superior. The Demonic Spear was bent, and Mo Zhong's body fell again.

Man and sword became one, as if the Silver River had fallen from the Nine Heavens. A silver ray of light shot down towards the falling Mo Zhong.

Mo Zhong, with great difficulty, blocked it again, bleeding profusely from his entire body. His Physical Body had been shattered by the immense power.

"I am the Devil Emperor among demons!" Mo Zhong roared, his Devilish Qi capable of engulfing stars. Purple Demonic Light emanated from Mo Zhong's body.

A majestic phantom, wearing an imperial crown and robe, stood tall in the starry sky—the Imperial Demon Body's phenomenon: Supreme Devil Emperor.

Mo Zhong threw a punch, and the Supreme Devil Emperor phantom behind him likewise threw a punch. The fist was like a falling star. This strike was Mo Zhong's ultimate sublimation.

Sword light flowed, and a world revolved within the Sword Qi: the starry sky, the Mortal Realm, Hell. Only the Immortal Realm was missing for Perfection.

The light illuminated thousands of miles, Sword Qi flowed through the starry sky. The Sword Qi pierced through the fist print, and the Supreme Devil Emperor phantom was scattered by a single sword strike. The sword light illuminated Mo Zhong's horrified expression, then turned him into nothingness, including the Demon Race army within his body.

At the Demon Race headquarters, Mo Mei was currently in charge. "Princess, it's bad, Lord Mo Zhong's life flame has extinguished," a Demon Clan General reported, crawling and stumbling in.

"What!" Mo Mei's eyes showed an incredible light. With Mo Zhong's cultivation, who could kill him?

"Notify everyone, full retreat!" Mo Mei commanded. An unforeseen power had appeared in the Desolate, forcing her to be cautious.

In the battlefield, all Demon Clan General received the order to retreat. Although somewhat confused, they still obeyed the command; Mo Mei would not joke about such a matter.

Upon returning to the Demon Race headquarters, the Demon Race high-ranking officials received the news of Mo Zhong's demise. Everyone's faces were solemn. Mo Zhong was different from Mo Tian; Mo Zhong's strength, apart from Demon Tower, was unmatched by anyone else in a few exchanges. Yet, such a strong Demon Race member had been slain.

They instantly felt insecure. Even Demon Tower felt a sense of tension. If Mo Zhong had truly intended to escape, it was uncertain whether he could have killed Mo Zhong.

"Although we don't know what power the Desolate used to kill Mo Zhong, we must change our current strategy of scattered attacks before we fully understand the situation," Mo Mei said.

"Hmm..." The other high-ranking Demon Race officials nodded. They also feared death. What if they encountered that unknown power from the Desolate? Wouldn't that mean certain death?

"Then I suggest that from now on, we engage in group combat. In each direction, ten legions will attack together, and we will carry location shifting Formations with us. Each legion must ensure they are within the teleportation range of each other's shifting Formations. This way, even if a special situation arises, we can provide timely mutual support," Demon Tower, who had been silent for a long time, offered a suggestion.

"I agree."

"I agree."

The other high-ranking Demon Race officials seconded the motion. After all, their Demon Warrior now outnumbered those of the Desolate. Although concentrated attacks reduced efficiency, stability came first.