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Chapter 213 A desperate struggle, a powerful figure wearing a Rakshasa mask!

"Boom! Boom!"

The battle instantly became intense.

The two figures collided rapidly in the void, each exchange producing a deafening roar that shook the underground palace, creating an awe-inspiring spectacle.

After activating the Pure Yang Piercing Sun technique, Li Wudao's strength had already doubled. In addition, being in the Great Cataclysm Domain, Cheng Yuanliang's strength was suppressed.

With this shift in power, although he is still on the defensive, he now has the resources to fight back and is no longer as passive as before.

"Hey, you idiot, stop watching...come over here and help!"

Li Wudao urged, his eyes sharp, as his crimson-gold fist energy clashed wildly with the pitch-black demonic claws, causing a raging energy storm that plowed deep trenches into the ground wherever it passed.

"coming!"

Seeing the intensity of the battle at its center, Green Turtle felt a chill run down his spine, muttering to himself, "Damn it, why am I so unlucky..."

Despite its complaints, it still dragged itself along, steeled its resolve, and, cursing, urged the Heaven-Slaying Coffin to move, saying, "Eggplant, eat my whole coffin!"

With the combined attack of the man and the turtle, the situation subtly changed.

The boy possessed the extraordinary phenomenon of a sacred body, shining like the sun, and every move he made carried the supreme power of the sun.

The green-haired tortoise then rode the ancient coffin, suppressing the void. Wherever the golden light reached, the demonic energy dissipated, severing Cheng Yuanliang's source of demonic power.

With the perfect teamwork between the man and the tortoise, even Cheng Yuanliang, a powerful Demon Lord, was helpless, and the battle became a stalemate.

"Boom——"

The battle intensified, with the roar of energy filling the air.

Both sides began to show signs of injury. Cheng Yuanliang's black robe was ripped apart, and his upper body was naked with several bloody marks.

Li Wudao's mouth was bleeding, his face was pale, and his breathing was much weaker.

The green-haired turtle wasn't much better off; it had several white marks on its shell, was breathing rapidly, looked listless, and barely had the energy to curse.

“This…how is this possible?!”

Cheng Yuanliang grew increasingly alarmed and agitated as the fight progressed.

He couldn't accept that after paying a huge price to reach the Demon Lord realm, he would be forced into such a situation by two "ants" who were only at the Martial King realm!

"You forced me to do this!"

Unable to gain the upper hand after a prolonged battle, Cheng Yuanliang's eyes flashed with utter madness and ruthlessness.

He formed a hand seal, then suddenly bit his tongue, spitting out three mouthfuls of pitch-black demonic blood containing his life essence.

"Chichi-"

Blood burned in the air, transforming into twisted and grotesque runes that were branded onto his skin, shimmering with a dark light that flickered uncertainly.

The next instant, his body shrank at a visible speed, as if all his energy had been drained, but the demonic power emanating from his body was increasing wildly!

"Burn my demonic soul, forge my demonic might! Heavenly Demon Bloodlust Technique, activate!"

With a roar, a terrifying demonic aura, far exceeding anything before and mixed with violence, chaos, and chilling cold, erupted from his body like a volcanic eruption.

"Damn it! You all deserve to die!"

In the void, Cheng Yuanliang stared at the man and the tortoise with eyes wide open, his posture so fierce that he seemed to want to devour their flesh and drink their blood.

At this moment, his eyes were completely filled with black, with no white showing at all, his skin was covered with hideous demonic patterns, and his aura became extremely unstable.

Sometimes it surges to an astonishing level, and sometimes it fluctuates wildly.

It seems that this forbidden technique is frantically draining his life essence.

"Damn it, he's willing to damage his own foundation just to kill us. After this battle, even if he lives, he'll be a cripple..."

The green-haired turtle's eyes twitched, and it shrank back in fright. "Madman, this bald egg is a madman!"

If someone is so ruthless to themselves, risking their life, who wouldn't be afraid?

Damn it, am I really going to die here today...?

Li Wudao's expression also turned serious.

He could sense that Cheng Yuanliang was emanating an aura that was at least at the mid-stage of the Demon Lord realm, and the violent demonic energy made him somewhat apprehensive.

Faced with such a vast difference in cultivation level, the Great Cataclysm Domain lost its effectiveness and was immediately dispelled, no longer able to suppress the opponent's strength.

In short, Cheng Yuanliang's strength is more than twice as strong as before!

"Die!"

A monstrous demonic aura swept across the entire underground palace. Cheng Yuanliang grinned maliciously, hovering in place, and simply waved his hand.

Instantly, a demonic claw, solid as a physical object, tore through space, accompanied by the sounds of wind and thunder, and appeared before Li Wudao.

"boom!"

Li Wudao's pupils constricted as he struggled to resist.

He was still blasted dozens of feet away by this claw, crashing hard into the wall, and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

Even the extraordinary phenomenon of pure yang piercing the sun shook violently and almost collapsed.

"Ants are ants!"

Cheng Yuanliang laughed wildly and struck out with another palm, aiming at the green-haired turtle.

"I rely on!"

The green-haired turtle was startled and hurriedly held the Heaven-Slaying Coffin in front of it.

"Boom-"

With a heavy thud, the green-haired turtle and its coffin were blasted away, and several more cracks appeared on its shell, causing it to howl in pain.

In the blink of an eye, the situation underwent a dramatic reversal.

Seeing the man and the tortoise so easily defeated, Cheng Yuanliang felt a sense of satisfaction and sneered coldly:

"I must admit that you are the most talented person I have ever seen so far. Even in the entire Eastern Wilderness, it is hard to find anyone who can surpass you."

"Unfortunately, you have offended me..."

"Furthermore, you possess the Pure Yang Holy Body. For the sake of the Demon Clan's eternal foundation, you must die no matter what!"

His gaunt face was devoid of any flesh and blood, and his expression was ferocious. Every word he uttered was like the roar of a demon.

"Brother Li..."

In the distance, Zhou Bai's face was filled with sorrow, as if he wanted to do something.

But he couldn't even take a few steps forward before he was overwhelmed by the overwhelming demonic power, coughing up blood and collapsing to the ground. He could only watch helplessly, blaming himself for his incompetence.

"Still not working...?"

Seeing Cheng Yuanliang pressing closer and closer, his imposing aura terrifying, like a demon god descending, Li Wudao braced himself on the ground, coughing violently, blood seeping from between his fingers.

Both the Holy Body Avatar and the Qiongqi Domain, two trump cards, have been used, yet victory remains elusive, instead provoking an even more frenzied counterattack from the opponent.

He staggered to his feet, took a deep breath, and a resolute glint flashed in his eyes.

next moment.

Deep within the boy's body, a dormant yet dangerous forbidden aura was stirred, supreme and chaotic, seemingly capable of severing the path to immortality and reversing life and death.

It is filled with overwhelming power, invincible and capable of destroying anything!

Just as Li Wudao was preparing to burn his lifespan and unleash the invincible [Immortal Severance Technique] to fight Cheng Yuanliang to the death.

Changes occur suddenly.

"laugh--!"

A faint yet clear sound, like the precise slicing of cloth by a sharp blade, suddenly rang out in the silent underground palace.

Immediately afterwards, an indescribable chilling killing intent swept through the underground palace like a biting wind from the depths of hell, subtly freezing the space itself...

This killing intent was not as violent and outward as Cheng Yuanliang's, but rather extremely restrained and pure.

In the darkest corner of the underground palace, the space rippled silently like water.

A figure appeared silently in the arena, eerie and unpredictable.

He was dressed in a black, close-fitting outfit and wore a ferocious silver-white Rakshasa mask, with only his deep, cold eyes visible.

He stood there quietly, yet he seemed to be the center of the entire space, unignorable and unapproachable.