Fighting that human would genuinely get you killed!
Heart gripped with dread, yet armed with ample reason to act, the Superior Demon Kings before the valley had no more room for hesitation. Even knowing that a Demon Half-Saint lurked nearby watching, they immediately issued the command, and the demon army that had been held back finally rumbled forward toward the valley in force.
A piercing dragon roar erupted, and terrifying pressure crashed down from the heavens like an entire mountain slamming to earth. The demons who had just rushed toward the valley entrance felt their bodies grow suddenly heavy—every step became a struggle.
"This is…" In the void, Zhu Yan—who had been watching Yang Kai's movements the whole time—suddenly widened his eyes, a horrifying gleam shooting from his pupils as he stared in agitation at the figure plummeting from the sky toward the valley mouth.
Fu Chun's beautiful eyes also blazed with extraordinary light. She felt that beneath that dragon roar, the dragon bloodline within her own body resonated faintly, stirring an almost irresistible urge to charge forward and fight at his side.
Under the gaze of the two great Dragon Clan Elders, the descending figure suddenly swelled outward.
Ten zhang. Twenty zhang. Fifty zhang. Seventy zhang. And then—one hundred zhang!
Amid a cascade of cracking sounds, golden dragon scales covered every inch of his body, dragon horns bulged high from his forehead, both hands had transformed into razor-sharp dragon claws, and a massive dragon tail lashed behind him in every direction.
"Who permitted—"
It truly was like a small mountain crashing down. When that hundred-zhang dragon body slammed from the sky, the enormous shadow blotted out all the demons' vision, plunging them into absolute darkness without a sliver of light.
"You—"
BOOM. His feet struck the earth. The ground shuddered. Fragments of rock tumbled from the peaks on either side, and from the twin points of impact, jagged cracks raced outward through the solid earth. Countless demons tumbled into the abyss.
"Passage denied!"
The hundred-zhang spear swept horizontally with no regard for whether its targets were Demon Kings or Demon Commanders. Anyone who touched it was either killed or gravely wounded. The demon army that had just surged up to the valley mouth was instantly annihilated.
The demons turned deathly pale. Those at the forefront had already perished without a trace—only the quicker-witted Demon Kings had narrowly escaped, and now they retreated far off, craning their necks to stare at the colossal figure blocking their path. A profound sense of helplessness rose in their hearts.
If even the Demon Kings felt this way, those of lesser cultivation could only tremble, their courage shattered.
One man stood alone before the valley, yet it was as though a million lions guarded the pass—the demon army could not advance a single step!
And clutched in one massive hand was a tiny body, struggling frantically but unable to break free of the iron grip. From the features and markings, it was unmistakably the Feather Demon King who had launched the sneak attack with a dark arrow. In the span of just a few breaths, Yang Kai had plucked him from the midst of a thousand troops and ten thousand soldiers.
The Feather Demon twisted his head, his face contorted with pleas for mercy and cries for help—only for Yang Kai's hand to suddenly tighten.
Crack, crack, crack…
It sounded like someone crushing a walnut. Crisp snapping sounds echoed from every part of the Feather Demon's body, enough to make one's skin crawl. Blood trickled through the gaps between the dragon claws, and when Yang Kai finally opened his hand, there was nothing left resembling a person—just a mangled heap of flesh and gore. The light in the Feather Demon's eyes rapidly faded, all life extinguished, and the remains dropped from his palm to the ground.
Hoo…
Scorching dragon breath hissed from Yang Kai's nostrils. He bared his teeth at the assembled demons in a grin, then seized the butt of the Azure Dragon Spear and hefted the colossal weapon high overhead.
At the sight, every demon's heart lurched. The Demon Kings' faces contorted with alarm, and they screamed, "Retreat!"
The word had barely left their mouths before the Demon Kings were scrambling backward with everything they had. But while they could flee, what chance did the demon masses who had surged forward have? Moments ago they had rushed forward, each faster than the last; now they tried to fall back, only to collide with their own ranks. The rear was choked with demons blocking the way.
The army dissolved into chaos. Formation collapsed entirely.
The Azure Dragon Spear trailed a straight line of cold light as it hammered into the earth.
BOOM…
Where the spear struck, the ground splintered apart. Countless demons were obliterated on impact—not even bones remained. The violent shockwave radiated outward in every direction, toppling the demons on both flanks like stalks of straw.
A terrifying concussive force rippled through, launching the fallen demons skyward and blasting them to dust.
A single spear strike carved a death zone ten miles long and several miles wide through the heart of the demon army. Every demon within that radius perished—none survived.
Yang Kai kept the spear low, gripping the butt as the shaft skimmed along the ground. Then he swept it once more in a reverse arc…
After that single back-and-forth, everything within the fan-shaped zone before him fell into absolute, deathly silence.
The sounds of gulping echoed endlessly as countless demons swallowed hard in terror. Such a horrifying creature—if no Half-Saint appeared, who could possibly stand against him?
Could even several million soldiers hope to withstand the slaughter of a monster like this?