211: Chapter 211 The Demon Emperor Appears!

He did not possess the hideous or twisted forms of the previous four Demon Kings; instead, he exuded a sense of perfection and majesty that made the soul tremble.

"Greetings, Lord Demon Emperor!"

The moment the figure appeared, all the Abyssal Demons gathered there knelt in unison, their shouts shaking the heavens.

Even the violent Abyssal Monsters became docile, as if being stroked by an invisible giant hand.

Di Gulov had a slender build and a face so handsome it was almost eerie.

His skin was as pale as the finest bone china, and a mane of dark-gold hair draped loosely over his shoulders.

Upon his head sat a crimson crown—the symbol of the Abyssal Sovereign.

His calm gaze swept over the dense army of demons before him and over the four Demon Kings who stood with bowed heads.

Di Gulov's gaze finally landed in the direction of the distant human defensive line, and the corners of his mouth curled into a faint, barely perceptible smile.

"It has been silent for too long."

His voice was not loud, yet it clearly penetrated the roars of the monsters and the booming of energy, reaching into the depths of every Abyssal creature's consciousness.

"This fertile land... it's time for it to change colors."

He slowly raised a pale hand; his fingers were long, and his nails were as black as ink.

With this simple movement, the entire sky suddenly darkened.

The foul energy erupting from the Abyssal Passage seemed to receive a king's summons, beginning to converge frantically toward his palm.

A tiny yet devastatingly powerful black speck of light condensed and spun at his fingertip.

"Let's say hello."

Di Gulov spoke softly and gave a light flick of his finger toward the observation base five kilometers away.

Whiz!

The black speck of light shot out silently, initially only the size of a grain of rice.

However, as it traversed the distance of thousands of meters, it frantically devoured the light, energy, and even space itself along the way, expanding rapidly.

By the time it reached the observation base, it had transformed into a sphere of pure darkness over a thousand meters in diameter.

Just as that thousand-meter-wide sphere of pure darkness was about to swallow the observation base, time itself seemed to suddenly freeze.

An aged yet upright figure, standing as straight as a sword, appeared in the void in front of the base at some unknown moment.

In his hand, he held a longsword that looked ancient, yet its blade shimmered with the luster of chaos.

He took a swig of wine, casually hung the wine gourd back at his waist, and looked calmly at the sky-blotting sphere of darkness.

This figure was none other than Lu Xun.

"Tsk, quite a big commotion you're making."

Lu Xun's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly suppressed the roar of the Abyssal Power, spreading across the entire battlefield.

He didn't strike any earth-shattering starting pose; he simply raised the ancient longsword in his hand above his head.

The moment Lu Xun raised his sword, the 'momentum' of the world seemed to find its home, converging frantically toward him.

The ancient longsword did not emit a dazzling light; instead, the blade became increasingly restrained.

The speed at which the chaos luster flowed grew faster and faster, as if it were devouring all surrounding sounds and vibrations.

Within three zhang of him, the wind stopped, dust settled, and energy solidified, forming an absolute zone of silence.

"Return to Ruins!"

Two words escaped Lu Xun's mouth; the voice wasn't high, yet it carried a rhythm like the dawn of creation.

The longsword held above his head slashed down silently, its profound trajectory seemingly carving through the underlying laws of the world.

In the next instant, a hair-thin trace of chaos light suddenly appeared on the thousand-meter-wide sphere of darkness.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no roar of clashing energies.

The light-devouring sphere of darkness was like a piece of art precisely dissected by an invisible hand.

Along that trace of chaos light, it silently split into two.

Five kilometers away, for the first time, a slight flicker of emotion appeared on Di Gulov's eerie face beneath the crimson crown.

His pale finger lightly tapped the armrest of his Bone Chariot, producing a hollow sound.

"Hehe... it seems this time, it won't be so boring."

The halved sphere of darkness did not dissipate; instead, it hung in mid-air like frozen blocks of ink.

The cross-section was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the figure of Lu Xun standing with his sword.

Lu Xun flicked his wrist, the chaos longsword pointing diagonally at the ground.

At the tip of the sword, a faint trace of black mist was being slowly devoured and neutralized by the sword's chaos luster.

He looked up, his gaze piercing through the distance of several thousand meters to meet Di Gulov's on the chariot.

Boom! Boom!

A few seconds later, two consecutive violent roars rang out.

The black sphere of light that had been sliced in two exploded violently in the void.

The majestic impact of energy was like a tsunami, causing Lu Xun's clothes to flutter wildly.

But his figure remained motionless amidst the energy tsunami, the chaos longsword in his hand vibrating slightly and emitting a low hum.

"This strike is a return gift."

Lu Xun took a swig of wine, the liquid trickling down the corner of his mouth; then he grinned and slashed out once more.

"Sky Severer!"

Boom!

The energy of heaven and earth seemed to be instantly drained, condensing onto that ancient longsword.

A sword light formed from overwhelming sword intent, carrying a terrifying aura, surged rapidly toward Di Gulov.

Di Gulov's eerie pupils constricted slightly.

He did not dodge; he simply raised his pale hand and made a grasping motion.

In the path of the rapidly approaching sword light, space began to twist violently.

The next second, a massive Bone Spear pierced through space and collided fiercely with the sword light.

Boom!

The moment the sword light and Bone Spear collided, time seemed to be torn open.

There was no deafening roar—or rather, the sound was devoured by a more primal annihilation the moment it was born.

At the center of the collision, there was first a point of extreme whiteness, so white it pierced the retinas and left all observers in a brief blind spot.

Immediately after, that point of white collapsed inward rapidly, transforming into a bottomless pitch-black singularity.

The singularity spun silently, greedily devouring everything around it.

Shattered sword intent, broken fragments of the Bone Spear, dissipated Abyssal energy, and even light and sound were sucked in.

With it as the center, space rippled like crumpled paper, sending out visible waves.

Wherever the ripples passed, the earth cracked silently, and rocks turned to powder.

Even some low-level monsters in the distance who couldn't dodge in time crumbled like sand sculptures the moment they touched the ripples.

After an unknown amount of time, the energy dissipated, and a deep pit several thousand meters in diameter appeared starkly in everyone's sight.

"Haven't moved around for a long time; my old bones feel a bit rusty."

"But for today, let's stop here."

Lu Xun hovered in the air, shaking the arm that had swung the sword.

He then glanced at the base personnel, who had mostly finished retreating, and landed back down.

Now was not the time for a general offensive, and there was no need for him to consume too much power.

Di Gulov did not strike again either; he knew that the erosion of the Abyssal Power was not yet fully complete.

At this time, engaging in battle with humans would prevent him from exerting one hundred percent of the Abyss's power.

"Lord Demon Emperor, our army can finish assembling in two days, and the erosion zone of the Abyssal Power will reach the preset boundary in three days."

"Shall we begin the operation according to plan?"

The Curse Demon King, Taimen, spoke up at this moment.