104: Chapter 103 Blood Sacrifice to a Million-Strong Army, the Demise of a Demon God's Remains

"You're looking for death!"

Tuoba Hong's face, covered in blood-colored runes, instantly contorted. His eyes turned crimson, and the blood-colored Devilish Qi surrounding him churned violently like boiling water.

He abruptly stood up from his throne. A terrifying pressure of the Great Perfection of Spirit Transformation, mixed with a sickening smell of blood, bore down upon Su Yun's head!

"Is this all you've got?"

Su Yun stood in mid-air, his robes fluttering. Facing the pressure that was enough to make a Nascent Soul Cultivator's liver and gallbladder burst with fear, he didn't even blink.

He didn't even bother to activate his protective spiritual energy. With a flick of his wrist, a strange, pitch-black banner appeared in his hand, its surface seemingly filled with countless struggling and howling Souls.

It was none other than that supreme treasure for suppressing demons, the myriad souls banner!

"Die for me! Blood Demon Great Mudra!"

Tuoba Hong roared and struck out with a palm.

In an instant, the blood-colored mist in the world gathered frantically.

Before him, it condensed into a blood-colored giant palm a hundred zhang in size. With a piercing whistle that tore through the air, it clawed fiercely toward Su Yun.

This palm contained the entirety of his Great Perfection of Spirit Transformation cultivation.

As well as that eerie Devilish Qi from the Outer-Realm Demon God, its power was enough to reduce a mountain peak to fine powder!

The Wu Zhou soldiers below were all pale with horror at the sight, their hearts instantly leaping into their throats.

Phoenix Unrivaled and Leng Hanshuang gripped their weapons even tighter in nervousness, ready to rush up and support him at any moment.

However, not a hint of tension could be seen on Su Yun's face. He merely let out a disdainful sneer and lightly shook the myriad souls banner in his hand.

"Paltry tricks."

Wooo—

A sound of ghostly wailing and wolfish howling, as if from the depths of Hell, emanated from the banner's surface.

Immediately after, an extremely dense black-gray Evil Qi surged out like a flood breaking through a dam.

It erupted from the myriad souls banner, instantly swallowing the menacing blood-colored giant palm whole.

It didn't even manage to stir a single ripple.

"What?!"

The cruel grin on Tuoba Hong's face instantly froze.

The Blood Demon Great Mudra he was so proud of, which was enough to insta-kill Cultivators of the same rank, was just... gone?

It was "eaten" alive by that strange black Qi?

How is this possible!

"Your Demon God power is quite a tonic for me."

Su Yun shook the myriad souls banner, feeling the excitement of the fierce Souls within the banner after devouring the Devilish Qi. The smile on his face became increasingly playful.

"Dammit! Who exactly are you?!" Tuoba Hong was both shocked and furious.

The man before him was too strange!

The Aura emitted by the black banner in his hand made him tremble from the depths of his Soul, as if it were his natural nemesis!

"It doesn't matter who I am."

Su Yun walked toward him through the air step by step. With every step he took, his Aura grew stronger.

"What matters is that today, you must die."

"Arrogant!"

Tuoba Hong was completely enraged by Su Yun's dismissive attitude. With a roar, the blood-colored runes all over his body instantly lit up.

A layer of blood-colored armor, condensed from pure Devilish Qi, covered his body.

"Blood Demon Combat Body! Let's see how you break my defense!"

"Break you?" Su Yun sneered, and his figure instantly vanished from the spot.

The next second, he appeared before Tuoba Hong like a phantom and simply threw a punch.

There were no earth-shattering spiritual energy fluctuations, nor were there any flashy or dazzling Moves.

It was just a plain and ordinary punch.

Before the disdain in Tuoba Hong's eyes could fade, Su Yun's fist had already landed solidly on his chest.

Bang—!

A dull thud sounded.

The seemingly indestructible Blood Demon Combat Armor on Tuoba Hong's body shattered instantly like paper!

"Pfft!"

Tuoba Hong felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He sprayed out a mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

His whole body flew backward like a broken kite from the back of the giant demonic elephant.

He crashed heavily into the barbarian army behind him, knocking over a large number of wolf cavalrymen.

The entire battlefield instantly fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone stared at the scene in a daze, their minds blank.

One punch!

Just one punch!

That insufferably arrogant Barbarian Emperor, who was powerful enough to drive one to despair, was... crippled?

"Im... Impossible..."

Tuoba Hong struggled to crawl up from the pile of corpses. He looked at the bloody hole through his chest in disbelief, his eyes filled with fear and madness.

"Why... why is it like this..."

"I told you, you're too weak."

Su Yun's figure appeared before him again, looking down at him from above, his eyes as cold and emotionless as ice.

"Where is your Demon God? Why hasn't he come out to save his dog?"

"Demon God... right! Lord Demon God!"

Su Yun's words seemed to wake the despairing Tuoba Hong.

A sickly, frenzied smile suddenly appeared on his face, which had turned pale from blood loss.

"Hahaha... Hahahaha!"

He began to laugh maniacally, his laughter shrill and eerie.

"You are strong! You are indeed very strong! But, you are about to die! All of you will die!"

"You will all become sacrifices for Lord Demon God's descent! It is your honor!"

Tuoba Hong abruptly looked up and spread his arms, beginning to chant an ancient and evil incantation.

As he chanted, the millions of barbarian soldiers behind him began to show expressions of confusion and pain.

Then, under the horrified gaze of the Wu Zhou soldiers, the bodies of those barbarian soldiers began to wither at a visible rate.

It was as if the essence blood and Souls within them were being frantically extracted by an invisible force!

"Ah—!"

"Emperor! No!"

Shrill screams echoed throughout Luofeng Gorge.

Countless barbarian soldiers turned into mummified corpses in extreme agony and fell to the ground.

Their extracted essence blood and resentful Souls turned into streams of blood-colored light that soared into the sky.

Above Luofeng Gorge, they converged into a massive blood-colored vortex!

Madman! This absolute madman!

He actually sacrificed all of his clansmen without hesitation!

"Come! My great Lord!"

Tuoba Hong felt the increasingly terrifying Aura in the sky, and the expression on his face became more and more fanatical.

"Descend! Use the blood of these lowly creatures to reshape your divine body!"

Rumble—!

The sky seemed to be torn open with a massive rift by an invisible giant hand!

Devilish Qi as thick as ink poured down from the rift.

A blood-colored eye, so massive it defied description, slowly opened behind the rift, coldly observing the tiny world below.

Then, a phantom emitting a terrifying pressure that surpassed Soul Transformation and even approached the Mahayana Stage slowly descended from the rift.

The phantom seemed very satisfied with Tuoba Hong, its "loyal" believer. It opened its giant mouth and took a sudden breath.

The fanatical smile on Tuoba Hong's face instantly froze. A flash of bewilderment crossed his eyes, which was then replaced by endless terror.

His body flew uncontrollably toward the phantom and, amidst a roar of despair, was swallowed in one gulp!

After devouring Tuoba Hong, the phantom seemed unsatisfied and sucked the entire blood-colored vortex, formed by the essence blood of a million lives below, into its mouth.

With the influx of massive amounts of essence blood, the phantom began to rapidly materialize.

Flesh, bones, scales...

A thousand-zhang tall Outer-Realm Heavenly Demon with green face, sharp fangs, and dark red scales all over its body completely descended upon this land!

The terrifying pressure swept across the entire battlefield like a physical tide.

Under this pressure, all the Wu Zhou soldiers couldn't even Move a single finger.

They could only watch the Demon God, who radiated an Aura of destruction, with faces full of despair.

The Heavenly Demon slowly lowered its head, its two massive eyes like blood-colored lanterns locking onto Su Yun in mid-air.

More accurately, it was locked onto Su Yun's body, which to it was filled with endless temptation... the Nine Yang Sacred Body!

"Jie jie jie... truly a perfect vessel..."

A raspy, greedy, Soul-shuddering voice echoed in everyone's mind.

Phoenix Unrivaled, Leng Hanshuang, and the others showed expressions of despair, their hearts as cold as dead ashes.

Facing this nearly invincible and terrifying Demon God, they could see no hope of victory.

However, in this atmosphere of despair, Su Yun slowly took a deep breath.

His fingertips lightly touched a pitch-black, unremarkable token inside his Storage Ring.