Chapter 865: The enraged demon prince

Under the monstrous waves stirred up by Li Qi, another layer of blackness covered the southernmost region of the world.

But this power… was quite insignificant.

After all, it was only a fifth-rank, not even triggering the world’s automatic alert, meaning it wasn’t even within the Patrolling Envoys’ reaction range.

But—

The three Patrolling Envoys, and Jing Wuzhen, all felt a oppressive sensation like needles in their backs.

A little fifth-rank runt, to these four people, was like four adults returning home seeing a hamster by the roadside.

But the hamster’s baring of teeth and snarling made them instinctively take a few steps back.

Moreover, they were even pointed at in the face by this hamster, saying: “All of you, come!”

What was this situation?

But the Demonic Prince ignored all of this.

At this moment, he only felt an overwhelming rage!

The Demonic Prince’s Dharma Form unfurled!

Beneath his feet, countless black mist tentacles churned like a storm!

It was like a monstrous beast from the deep sea, a destructive entity sealed at the bottom of the ocean, its terrifying body covered in black mist, filled with brutality and distortion, causing even the world to wail!

A grand gate unfolded behind him.

Innumerable ‘Devil Heads’ began to appear in the sky!

It was almost impossible to describe how terrifying that scene was!

Demonic Overlords, in truth, have no specific appearance; they are just模糊 shadows, lacking even energy.

And just like wild beasts, Demonic Overlords have no society or culture, and almost no consciousness, only instinct; the effects they produce vary depending on the demonic thoughts from which they are born.

Demonic Overlords of the mouth, ears, nose, tongue, body, mind, terror, inversion, and illusion constantly emerged; demons are born from the heart, endless.

And at this moment, the Demonic Overlords born from the Demonic Prince’s rage naturally carried endless rage.

Their instinct was a wanton desire for destruction; wherever these Demonic Overlords went, they would ignite the surrounding things, turning the world to ashes, unless restrained or defeated.

So many Demonic Overlords, numbering in the billions, if placed outside the domain, would be enough to destroy an entire world cluster in an instant! Affecting half the galaxy or even more!

“What is this nature?” The Patrolling Envoys were horrified.

Because they noticed that the Demonic Prince had not used any Divine Ability, any spell.

All the surrounding Demonic Overlords were merely ‘derivatives’ of his Aura, a ‘natural phenomenon,’ requiring no action or consumption from the Demonic Prince; countless Demonic Overlords, born from nothing, poured out of the Void Realm and surrounded him.

If one had to describe it, this nature was similar to… a Nascent Heavenly Demon!

They suddenly realized that the Demonic Prince before them had always had an identity called ‘Heavenly Demon’s Progeny.’

This was also the origin of his identity, the reason he was called ‘Prince.’

Among the Heavenly Demon’s titles, one was ‘Sixth Desire Demonic King’!

The Sixth Heavenly Demonic King, Lord of the Six Heavens, Papiyas—his desires alone could give birth to countless Nascent Heavenly Demons.

And as the Heavenly Demon’s Progeny, the Demonic Prince had completely inherited this ability.

These Demonic Overlords, perhaps, could be called ‘Nascent Demonic Princes.’

However, apart from these Demonic Overlords covering the heavens and earth, the most striking was still the Demonic Prince’s Dharma Form.

Above the sky, the colossal demonic monster stood at the very center.

The towering Dharma Form vaguely seemed to support the entire sky’s descent, with numerous Demonic Qi rivers extending from his body like his blood vessels; his mere existence seemed to insatiably devour other Demonic Overlords, generating countless gaping vortices within the ocean-like Demonic Qi, sucking in Demonic Overlords and swallowing them whole!

In the Void Realm, countless Nascent Demonic Overlords were born.

And the Demonic Prince himself continuously devoured these Nascent Demonic Overlords!

As a result, his cultivation soared as if he were stepping on his own feet!

There was no other reason; it was simply because the Demonic Prince had fallen into—his greatest rage since cultivating!

It was simply an insult!

He had been pulled two ranks apart by an opponent he thought would soon be his defeated foe!

Two ranks!

Two! Ranks!

Unforgivable, beyond pardon!

How could such a thing happen!!

The enraged Demonic Prince pointed at the four fourth-ranks in the sky and brazenly shouted: “All four of you, come!”

However, no one paid him any mind.

After all, he was just a fifth-rank; even if he was the Demonic Prince, with noble status and a promising future, the Patrolling Envoys didn’t want to bother with such crazy talk.

Jing Wuzhen, let alone her, although she had heard of the Demonic Prince’s fierce reputation, a fifth-rank was still a fifth-rank; the gap was too large.

It seemed he sensed that the four had no Battle Intent.

The Demonic Prince charged directly, attacking the fourth-ranks!

Jing Wuzhen had no intention of entanglement; she only wanted to protect Li Qi and the beings of City of Dreams below.

The Patrolling Envoys, having had their Demonic Lords eaten by Li Qi, no longer had fourth-rank battles, so they also wanted to flee.

But…

The next moment, the Demonic Prince had already rushed before them.

One of the Patrolling Envoys gently waved a hand.

A spell crashed down like a mountain.

The Demonic Prince was immediately suppressed.

The gap between a fourth-rank and a fifth-rank was just that great.

If they hadn’t held back, this strike might have directly killed the Demonic Prince.

However…

Just a pause.

All four fourth-ranks’ pupils dilated!

What was going on?!

He was merely struck once, sending the Demonic Prince flying.

Then, after being injured, his cultivation surged by ten… no, twenty times!

His cultivation was already astonishingly profound among fifth-ranks, and this direct twenty-fold increase had already far surpassed all other fifth-ranks in the world.

But, this was far from over—

The Demonic Prince charged again with almost no pause!

Now, the Patrolling Envoys realized something.

The Demonic Prince—intended to use them as whetstones.

Yes, the Demonic Prince wanted to Breakthrough here, and he needed some stepping stones; the four fourth-ranks before him were the stepping stones he had chosen.

This was truly being underestimated.

The Peng bird among the Patrolling Envoys also seemed to grow angry.

He no longer held back; since the Demonic Prince sought death, he would send him on his way.

The Peng bird unfolded its true body, confronting the Demonic Prince’s Dharma Form.

The fierce wind howled, sweeping away all gloom, feathers bursting into golden flowers, illuminating the night.

The majestic flames shone brightly, pure light solemn.

The heavens seemed to fall, distant starlight transformed into bright pearls, flying out of the nine abysses.

No matter how one looked at it, the outcome was predetermined.

The Demonic Prince was killed almost instantly.

A complete fourth-rank seriously fighting a fifth-rank… just this fact alone was enough to demonstrate the Demonic Prince’s excellence, but it was not enough to bridge the enormous difference in rank.

However, none of the four fourth-ranks relaxed.

Because the Demonic Prince was not dead; death was choked by his throat and cast aside.

The envoys of the underworld almost lost the courage to seize his soul; having arrived due to death, they chose to abandon the Demonic Prince’s death.

As long as he himself did not want to die, then he truly would not die.

But… ‘not wanting to die’ is not that simple; most people cannot even control their emotions. When they want to cry, their thoughts churn, and even if they hold back tears, they cannot hold back the ‘desire to cry.’

When emotions fluctuate, if one cannot even achieve ‘not wanting to cry,’ how can one easily achieve ‘not wanting to die’?

This ‘want’ is a literal ‘want’; merely realizing that one might die is not allowed.

Mortals actually have similar methods; for instance, during an execution by beheading, if they are not told that their head has been cut off and are only told to keep running, then before the person realizes they are ‘dead,’ they truly can remain undead, even if their head has fallen off.

This is actually a Demonic Dao method.

However, for the Demonic Prince, all the myriad difficulties in the world were not truly difficult.

He could resist death at the seventh-rank.

Countless Demonic Overlords launched another attack.

The Demonic Prince’s cultivation soared again.

The limits of the fifth-rank could no longer bind him.

Then… he would use power beyond limits.

The Peng bird displayed its ‘reality,’ preparing to trap the Demonic Prince within the ‘Observable Universe’ at ‘superluminal speed’; in this way, the Demonic Prince, lacking reality, would be unable to Breakthrough and would be directly Seal-ed.

The surrounding space curved, the speed of light was compressed, and the range of the Observable Universe rapidly shrank.

The Demonic Prince saw such power.

Finally, he grinned.

Good, though a bit dangerous…

But, he had learned.

The next instant, the Demonic Prince’s power expanded; his spell traversed from the expanding Observable Universe and struck the Peng bird’s face.

The Peng bird’s true body, which was also his Dharma Form, was directly pierced, almost instantly suffering severe injuries.

A fifth-rank’s power could injure a fourth-rank?

The other two Patrolling Envoys were shocked.

No.

Had he—Breakthrough?

However, the next moment, the Demonic Prince had already broken through the Seal, leaning on a cane, and looked at the three Patrolling Envoys: “Now… due to your duties as Patrolling Envoys, you should pay attention to me, right?”

“I said, all of you come—”

“One isn’t enough, three isn’t enough!”

“Call all your colleagues!”

“Otherwise, this world will likely have to re-select Patrolling Envoys!!”

The enraged Demonic Prince’s eyes burned with fury as he roared—

— — — — — — — —

About a quarter of an hour later.

Jing Wuzhen’s injuries were so severe she was almost unable to move.

Actually, she wanted to run…

But, she couldn’t escape.

Around them, a total of one hundred twenty-five Patrolling Envoys, seventy-three had died, and the rest were all severely wounded and dying; the only reason they weren’t dead yet was because the Demonic Prince was too lazy to finish them off.

This scene… was truly indescribable.

The sky appeared with many holes, and above, various spells, Divine Abilities, creatures, blood, or remains, all fell like rain.

The Demonic Prince’s Dharma Form was like a vortex, dominating the entire sky, even the Qi layer was filled with Demonic Qi.

It was like a storm felling a forest, pieces of ‘trees’ and ‘debris’ swept up by the river, those uprooted trees and animals, were then swept up by the black ‘river water,’ converging towards the center of the vortex.

One could see that the tree trunks were caked with mud, entwined with vines, overgrown with weeds, and the debris finally solidified, then was washed away by the torrent, swept again by the vortex.

Once these remains fell into the grasp of the ‘black river,’ they were pushed by the waves until the very end.

Some overly large remains, however, ran aground on the ‘beach,’ thereby separating more river mouths.

But the black river roared and rushed, traversing mountains and ridges, its overflowing waters surrounding the tall trees of the forest and many fourth-rank graves.

However, the natural scenery, beautiful and magnificent, and cruel and terrifying, often complement each other; one could only see the great river carrying countless remains towards the center, while the gentle currents on both sides floated with various ‘wonders’ in full bloom.

Yes, wonders; the Divine Abilities of a fourth-rank were already dazzling and magnificent, with endless scenes unfolding, yet all of these had already been shattered, turning into energy sparks, as if tracing the riverbanks, one could only see these floating objects, mixing and interspersing these white, azure, emerald, pink energies, like a riot of colors, blending various colors, gathering various sounds, and thus, a beautiful scroll unfolded.

These scrolls became the pillars of the sky and the ground, many columns extending from the sky to the ground, a religious sound reverberating here, like a bell humming under an arch.

Jing Wuzhen watched all of this, almost losing her ability to move, both due to shock and her injuries.

She was also one of the severely wounded…

As for the Demonic Prince before her…

He was unharmed, even in full condition, because he grew stronger the more he fought! Even the continuous attacks launched by the Patrolling Envoys were all dissolved, and even Jing Wuzhen, who wanted to retreat, was affected by the aftermath and was almost helplessly beaten into such a state.

Her Martial Dao Divine Intent was almost shattered.

Truly… like child’s play.

Breakthrough, cultivation, battle—the things she had dedicated her life to, endured countless trials, and honed billions of times in combat techniques, martial arts that she could proudly display even to Li Qi, all seemed like a joke.

Are you kidding me, why would this Universe still have such a monster?

Is the other party really ‘Heavenly Demon’s Progeny’? He wouldn’t be the Heavenly Demon himself descending to play, would he?

While thinking these thoughts, Jing Wuzhen saw the Demonic Prince ignoring the Patrolling Envoys and walking directly towards her.

Then, he knelt before Jing Wuzhen and took off his mask.

Beneath the mask was a handsome, beautiful, even somewhat feminine face.

If the Demonic Prince wore women’s clothes, he would surely be a beauty.

Of course, even now, dressed in a black robe, draped in a large cloak, and with his mask removed, he could still be called ‘handsome.’

If it weren’t for that one eye.

Where his eye should have been, there was now a black void.

At the same time, one of his legs was also lame; if not for the large cloak covering it, one could see a clear difference in length, which was also why he used a cane.

If not for this, the Demonic Prince’s appearance could be said to be very pleasing, and even his height was not too tall, a head shorter than Jing Wuzhen, a woman, further highlighting his androgyny.

“You have Li Qi’s Aura on you… are you his friend?” the Demonic Prince said.

Jing Wuzhen did not answer.

Because, at that moment, a hand had already dragged Jing Wuzhen backward and away.

It was Sariputra.