On the endless snow mountain, two formidable women of stunning beauty stood facing each other, on the verge of breaking into open combat.
And both of them were stunning beauties of the mature variety.
This had everyone anticipating the outcome, wondering what would happen if they truly fought.
What was strange was that the beauty whose strength was slightly lower appeared relaxed and composed, while the stronger one—Demon General Xue Li—wore a grave expression and seemed somewhat wary.
This left many people puzzled and suspicious.
Li Rong glanced at her clansmen who were in the midst of their breakthrough, and sensing they were at the final stage, she dispensed with courtesy. Her voice turned cold: "Senior Coffin Slave—you killed him, didn't you?"
"You mean that coffin-bearing man?" Xue Li's expression turned sinister. "What if I did? As a member of my Demon Clan, he dared to raise his hand against me. His death was well-deserved!"
"Good! At least you admit it!" Li Rong drew a deep breath, her full bosom heaving dramatically. A trace of sorrow surfaced on her face, and she said in a low voice, "Senior Coffin Slave devoted so many years to our clan, and yet at this final moment, I couldn't even see him one last time… Demon General Xue Li, you will pay for this!"
As she spoke, the demonic yuan within her body suddenly churned, transforming into a cloud of black mist that shot straight toward Xue Li.
"Brave of you!" Xue Li sneered, and seeing that Li Rong had actually made the first move, she didn't hesitate. Her voluptuous figure swayed, and she moved to meet Li Rong head-on.
Two gorgeous, voluptuous silhouettes collided in an instant. Violent power erupted without warning, and an earth-shaking battle between Sacred Realm powerhouses commenced right then and there.
Every person's attention was captivated, all eyes turned skyward.
"Holy Lord, the Demon Clan members you found are all a bit… off," Wu Jie muttered, his face twitching, speaking softly beside Yang Kai.
It was one thing for ordinary clansmen to gather and attempt a breakthrough, but for their beautiful leader to actively challenge Xue Li? That was clearly throwing an egg against a rock.
The difference between the second and third layers of the Sacred Realm might seem like just one minor stage, but in terms of actual combat power, the gap was as wide as heaven and earth.
Wu Jie figured Li Rong would fall soon enough.
He was already scanning every direction and listening from every angle, preparing to slip away the moment Xue Li wasn't paying attention.
"She is a bit off," Yang Kai chuckled. "Probably because they've been cooped up for too long."
Despite saying this, Yang Kai could understand Li Rong's feelings.
Coffin Slave had been shattered to pieces by Xue Li, his flesh and blood scattered across this world. How could she not be furious?
She hadn't rushed to seek revenge against Xue Li at first, presumably to protect her clansmen. Now that their breakthrough was nearly complete, she naturally couldn't wait to act.
In the sky above, the two beautiful women fought like mortal enemies locked in a death struggle. Circles of pitch-black demonic yuan radiated outward, and with each collision, waves of intricate energy fluctuations rippled forth, causing everyone watching to narrow their eyes and shudder.
A battle between second and third layer Sacred Realm experts was something rarely witnessed.
Yang Kai, who had been watching closely, couldn't tell which of the two was stronger.
But judging by the intensity of the energy fluctuations, it seemed Li Rong was being suppressed.
Strands of black demonic yuan spread outward like venomous serpents, instantly transforming into colossal pythons that towered toward the heavens. They opened their fanged maws, lunging to engulf and tear at one of the figures.
Simultaneously, the aura of Xue Li's divine sense gradually intensified, then blasted toward a specific point in the void.
At that very spot, Li Rong, who had just materialized, froze—seemingly affected by Xue Li's divine sense attack. Before she could react, those pitch-black titanic serpents swallowed her whole.
Cries of alarm rang out. Zhang Ao and Cao Guan, who had been watching, were horrified, shaken by Xue Li's means.
A Sacred Realm second-layer powerhouse had lasted less than half an incense stick's time against her. Zhang Ao estimated that if he himself faced Xue Li, he'd hold out even less.
That mysteriously appeared beauty had already put up a remarkable showing.
Hiss, hiss, hiss…
Just as everyone was crying out in alarm, a series of soft sounds emanated from within those colossal serpents. The next instant, light burst forth—the serpents shattered, and Li Rong broke free. A thin trickle of crimson blood stained the corner of her delicate lips, suggesting she had taken some damage in that exchange.
Xue Li regarded her with leisurely composure and sneered contemptuously, "With such paltry skill, you dare act arrogant before me? Submit to me obediently, and I may spare your life!"
Li Rong reached up and wiped the corner of her mouth, regarding Xue Li with a calm, detached gaze, without saying a word.
After a moment, she slowly closed her beautiful eyes, and the aura emanating from her body underwent an earth-shattering transformation.
Streams of visible black demonic yuan surged forth from within her, dancing ceaselessly like spirit serpents. They gradually climbed up her body, slipping beneath her clothing and vanishing from sight.
But on that gorgeous face, one bizarre black pattern after another had appeared.
Radiating a wild, savage beauty.
Demonic God Transformation!
What Li Rong cultivated was the most orthodox Demonic God Transformation. Though it couldn't compare to Yang Kai's, it could still dramatically boost her combat power and vital essence.