NIP Chapter 347 9th-Order Demon Crossing the Realm
Chapter 347 9th-Order Demon Crossing the Realm
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[Void Battlefield - Edge Zone]
This is a region utterly engulfed by despair and chaos.
The once lifeless void was now churning violently, like a pot of boiling asphalt.
A massive spatial rift, hundreds of feet long and stretching across the sky, resembled the gaping maw of the heavens, continuously spewing out a torrent of pitch-black water.
That's not water, that's demon.
That was an endless, densely packed army of demons.
"roar--!!"
"Kill! Kill your way into the Heavenly Profound Realm!!"
The violent roars coalesced into a visible sound wave, causing the surrounding void turbulence to dissipate.
Looking around, the number of demons pouring out of the cracks had already exceeded one million.
They come in all shapes and sizes; some have three heads and six arms, some are covered in scales, and some are purely shadow creatures.
But they all have one thing in common: the weakest of them is a fourth-tier demon.
After all, only demons of the fourth rank or above can adapt to the harsh environment of the void battlefield.
At this moment, the million-strong army swarmed like locusts, greedily inhaling the thin spiritual energy on the void battlefield.
"Boom—!!!"
Suddenly, the previously stable spatial rift began to tremble violently without warning.
A terrifying pressure that made the souls of all demons tremble emanated from the depths of the crack.
It was an aura of superiority that transcended all living beings, a kind of aura that completely crushed the level of life!
"This...this is..."
"The Demon Lord? No, it's the aura of the Demon Emperor!!"
Countless low-level demons trembled under this oppressive force, instinctively prostrating themselves on the ground and bowing in worship towards the direction of the crack.
In the center of the crack, the raging spatial storm seemed to have been torn apart by an invisible giant hand.
Immediately afterwards, a giant hand covered in purplish-black magic patterns and stained with purple blood emerged from the depths of the crack and gripped its edge tightly.
"Open up for me!!!"
A roar filled with pain and madness exploded out.
Amidst the tooth-grinding sound of space tearing apart, a figure three zhang tall, covered in blood, staggered out of the crack.
This is an extremely robust ninth-tier demon.
He had two prominent horns on his head, like a crown, and his bare upper body was covered with hideous wounds, some so deep that the bone was visible, and some still flowing with burning flames of law.
Those were the marks left by the backlash from the power of the [Ten Directions Annihilation Sealing Heaven Array] when forcibly passing through it.
"Ha...haha...hahaha!!"
As soon as he landed, the ninth-tier demon ignored his serious injuries and let out a hysterical laugh.
"I'm in... I've finally come in!!"
"Damn human formation! Damn spatial strangulation! You think you can stop me? Dream on!!"
His laughter carried a hint of lingering fear, but even more so, a sense of relief at escaping death.
It's important to know that the Demon Realm went to great lengths to forcefully break through the blockade, dispatching ten ninth-tier Demon Emperor-level commanders to jointly attack the array's nodes.
The results of it?
Although the formation was damaged, its counterattack power was still extremely terrifying.
Four companions were instantly blasted to smithereens by the divine light of the formation, while the other five were severely injured and forced to retreat back to the Demon Realm.
Only Mo Batian, relying on his special bloodline talent and superb physical body, managed to withstand the fatal attack and became the sole survivor!
"Although the losses were heavy, it was all worth it as long as I got in!"
Mo Batian took a deep breath, greedily inhaling the scent of this world.
That's the smell of prey.
However, he needs to heal his wounds before going hunting.
He is in very poor condition right now, with less than 30% of his full combat power remaining. If he were to encounter a human of the same level, he would likely be in danger.
"Energy... I need a lot of energy..."
Mo Batian slowly lowered his head, his vertical pupils burning with dark red demonic fire coldly sweeping over the million-strong demon army prostrate at his feet.
In his eyes, these so-called "fellow countrymen," these soldiers who had just been worshipping him, had all turned into walking "blood bags."
"Since you are my soldiers, it is your honor to serve me faithfully, isn't it?"
A cruel smile curled at the corner of Mo Batian's lips.
The next moment, he suddenly opened his blood-red maw and sucked hard at the demon army below!
Innate Divine Power: Devouring the World!
"boom--!"
A terrifying suction force suddenly erupted, transforming into a massive black vortex that enveloped an area of millions of miles in radius.
"Ah!! Commander, spare my life!!"
"No! I want to die on the battlefield for the Holy Race, I don't want to die here!!"
"Run!!"
The demon army below was instantly thrown into panic, but it was too late.
The tens of thousands of demons at the center of the vortex didn't even have time to scream before their bodies exploded, turning into clouds of pure blood mist.
The most precious "demon heart" within them burst forth, like birds summoned, transforming into streaks of black light that flew one after another into the mouth of Demon Overlord.
"Crunch! Crunch!"
Demon Lord Tian chewed on the hearts of his fellow demons as if they were candy.
As each demonic heart entered his body, his wounds began to heal at a visible speed, and his weakened aura began to rise wildly.
100,000...
Two hundred thousand...
Five hundred thousand...
This cruel "feeding" lasted for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
His injuries were not fully healed until he devoured nearly 600,000 demons.
Demon Lord Tian then let out a satisfied burp and stopped devouring.
"Phew...that feels good."
He clenched his fist, feeling the surging power within him, a ferocious glint in his eyes.
"Now, I can even fight a ninth-tier human!"
Just as Mo Batian was immersed in the pleasure of regaining his power.
"Whoosh!"
Suddenly, a black streak of light sped from afar and stopped in the void a thousand meters away from him.
Mo Batian suddenly looked up, his gaze shooting towards the newcomer like lightning.
The newcomer was also a demon.
Clad in a ferocious black and gold demonic armor, with wings on his back and surrounded by extremely pure dark demonic energy, although his face was somewhat unfamiliar, his aura was unmistakable—he was also a ninth-tier demon emperor!
The person who arrived was Lin Hanzhou.
At this moment, Lin Hanzhou looked at the surging aura of Mo Batian and couldn't help but curl his lips.
"Tsk."
"Even though we rushed, we were still a step too late."
He had sensed the spatial tremors here and noticed the arrival of the aura of another ninth-order demon.
So he thought he might try to take advantage of the situation and strike while the demons were at their weakest after crossing the formation.
But then, this guy turned out to be ruthless; he sacrificed his teammates to fully heal himself.
"But it doesn't matter."
Lin Hanzhou shrugged, but the fighting spirit in his eyes only intensified.
"Full health is fine, I can use it to practice and test my current strength level."
Just as Lin Hanzhou was sizing up his opponent, Mo Batian on the other side was also sizing up Lin Hanzhou.
At this moment, a hint of doubt flashed in Mo Batian's eyes.
"Ninth rank?"
"Judging by the purity of this demonic energy, the bloodline seems to be quite high, but how come I've never seen anything like it before?"
There are only a handful of ninth-tier demon emperors in the demon realm, and even if they don't know each other, they've all heard of them.
But the guy in front of me was a complete stranger, and he didn't seem to have any legion insignia on him.
"Could he be a self-taught individual from that hidden family?"
Thinking of this, Mo Batian's vigilance lessened somewhat, replaced by an arrogance that came from his very bones.
In the demon realm, the status of a legion commander is extremely high, especially for a commander like him who possesses a special bloodline.
So, Mo Batian crossed his arms, slightly raised his chin, and gave the order in a condescending manner.
"Hey! You there!"
"Where did you come from? You're a ninth-rank official, how can you be so ill-mannered? Why don't you bow to me?"
"I am Mo Batian, commander of the 1312th Legion of the Demon Realm! I am a half-step True Demon with the bloodline of the 'Mighty Demon God'!"
At this point, he held up one finger and pointed at Lin Hanzhou in a condescending manner.
"Now, I summon you as the commander of the legion!"
"Get over here immediately and join my personal guard to destroy the human race's formation!"
"If you perform well, I might consider promoting you to deputy commander, or even bestowing upon you a drop of true demon blood!"