Chapter 1057: Chapter 449: Slaying a Divinity Transformation Expert
"Kill!"
The Star King’s gaze was icy, and without any superfluous words, he directly issued the command for a full assault.
The participants, having clashed many times, naturally had no desire to exchange harsh words.
"Roar!"
Ao Guang, the Dragon King, also let out a thunderous roar, with sound waves materializing into an impactful force sweeping forward.
"Kill!"
In an instant, it was as if two massive stars had violently collided.
Below, countless Star Palace Cultivators, ancient demons, Demon Race, and Outer Sea Human Race cultivators clashed fiercely, like two destructive torrents.
The brilliance of Magic, the roar of Magical Treasures, the clash of weapons, the howls of Demon Beasts, the screeches of ancient demons, the shouts of cultivators... countless sounds converged.
Blood instantly dyed the sea surface red, while severed limbs and shattered Magical Treasures fell like raindrops.
In the sky, the Divinity Transformation battle team also activated at that moment.
The Star King and the Moon God’s auras were connected, and the starlight and moonlight intertwined into a field of destruction, directly targeting the strongest, Ao Guang the Dragon King.
Their intent was clear: to overwhelm this pillar of the Outer Sea by utilizing their coordination and joint advantage, as swiftly as possible.
Meanwhile, Xu Ping and the Nine Nether Elder tacitly confronted the Laughing Elder Demon.
Xu Ping, with a mere thought, summoned ten mid-grade puppets to form a defensive Puppet Array around himself.
Subsequently, the Wood Spirit Avatar and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner also made their appearances.
The Wood Spirit Avatar surged with aura, wielding the Canghua Divine Wood Sword to attack the Laughing Elder Demon.
He swung the sword, and countless sword lights poured down like a torrential storm, enveloping the Laughing Elder Demon.
Simultaneously, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, with its specters reaching the threshold of Divinity Transformation, roared forth, engulfed in overwhelming Evil Qi, charging from the flank.
The Nine Nether Elder’s eyes flashed with a ghostly glow, as the immense ghostly aura transformed into claw shadows of a nether river, tearing through space with a chilling grip that could freeze the Divine Soul.
Under normal circumstances, facing such a combined onslaught, the Laughing Elder Demon would struggle and inevitably fall into a disadvantage.
However, today, the Laughing Elder Demon wore a sinister smile on his face.
With a wave of his demonic claw, a puppet of dark gold hue with a simplistic ancient design suddenly appeared, growing instantly to stand before him.
It was the nearly fifth-rank defensive puppet from the Central Domain—the Earth Guardian Puppet.
"Buzz!"
The Earth Guardian Puppet’s eyes lit up with an earthy yellow glow, and a dense, cohesive barrier, as if condensed from the quintessence of the earth, unfolded instantly.
"Boom boom boom!"
Xu Ping’s fierce sword light, the Nine Nether Elder’s eerie ghost claws, and the Evil Qi shock from the Ten Thousand Souls Banner all struck the earthy yellow barrier, erupting with deafening explosions.
The barrier rippled intensely, layers of waves spreading out, yet it remained unmoved, steadfastly blocking all attacks outside.
"Let’s see how you break through today!"
The Laughing Elder Demon, hiding behind the Earth Guardian Puppet, let out a peculiar laugh.
This puppet not only possessed immense defensive power, but its emitted Pure Yang and solid earth aura had a certain restraining effect on the ghostly Divine Techniques of the Nine Nether Elder, diminishing the power of his attacks.
Though Xu Ping and the Nine Nether Elder could barely suppress the Laughing Elder Demon together, the prospect of suppressing and seriously injuring him like last time was indeed difficult.
For the moment, the battle reached a stalemate and equilibrium.
Xu Ping maneuvered the Sword Array to continue its relentless assault, his gaze as calm and icy as ever.
He had not yet utilized the newly refined four Fourth-rank Upper Grade Puppets arranged into an army array, nor had he deployed the Soul-Breaking Needle that had already advanced to a supreme treasure status.
On one hand, it was to guard against the Nine Nether Elder.
On the other hand, Xu Ping was waiting.
Waiting for a chance to bypass the Earth Guardian Puppet’s defense, or a moment when it might reveal a flaw... the perfect opportunity.
A strike that could seriously wound, or possibly slay, the Laughing Elder Demon.
However, what was on the Laughing Elder Demon’s mind was strikingly similar to Xu Ping’s.
While he seemed entangled with Xu Ping and the Nine Nether Elder, part of his mind was actually focused on the Ancient Demon Hall hovering at the edge of the battlefield, radiating a pallid aura of death.
He stabilized the Upper Realm passage with necromantic energy, summoning reinforcements hidden within, like a lurking serpent waiting for the kill.
And the Laughing Elder Demon’s target was not Xu Ping; rather, it was centered on the Nine Nether Elder, whose aura was deep and mysterious, whose methods were bizarre, but who appeared relatively vulnerable in defense.
This Divinity Transformation Ghost Cultivator, undeniably powerful and more threatening than Xu Ping, did not have the pesky protective Puppet Array, making him more susceptible to a sudden successful assault.
Both sides harbored lethal intents, as the battle persisted in a fevered pitch.
After a violent clash of laws, the Laughing Elder Demon’s eyes gleamed fiercely.
"Soul Devour!"
The demonic flames around him suddenly surged, and a Soul-Corroding Beam imbued with decay and erosion erupted forcefully, momentarily forcing Xu Ping’s Sword Array back a few feet.
Xu Ping, shielded by the Puppet Array, experienced intense ripples across the Xuanhuang Barrier, but it remained unharmed.
However, this brief eruption and repulsion created an extremely short-lived scenario where the Nine Nether Elder and the Laughing Elder Demon were nearly one-on-one.
For the Laughing Elder Demon, who had been planning meticulously, it was an ideal opportunity.
"Roar!"
The Laughing Elder Demon roared inwardly, emitting a sky-tearing howl.
It was both a release and a signal to act.
In truth, he hardly needed the reminder; the cold and indifferent eyes deep within the Ancient Demon Hall had long since locked onto the withered figure of the Nine Nether Elder.
"Buzz!"
The pallid doors of the Ancient Demon Hall swung open soundlessly, and a figure flickered out like a ghost!
It was not the imagined massive, fiendish demonic creature, but a demon child appearing merely the size of a seven or eight-year-old.
The skin was paper-white, and atop its head, a pair of curved, dark ghostly horns protruded.
