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"Ants!"
Azazel's voice thundered, exploding through the abyss. Wherever the sound wave passed, the bodies of Low-level Demons burst apart, turning into pools of putrid blood. Even the High-Level Demons could not help but lower their heads, their Soul Fires flickering violently, as if they might extinguish at any moment.
"Follow me to slaughter the two-legged sheep and absorb their souls."
Before his words had faded, a surge of pitch-black flames erupted around him. This fire was not ordinary Abyssal Fire; it twisted and writhed like a living creature, sometimes forming grotesque faces and at other times coalescing into agonized limbs.
Azazel's wings slowly unfurled, the dark feathers slicing through the air like blades. His form began to swell, bones and muscles tearing apart and reassembling with a sickening crunch.
In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a towering behemoth, standing 500 meters tall. His wings spanned the sky, casting a shadow that enveloped the entire Demon Realm in eternal darkness.
Azazel raised his hands, gathering a sphere of pitch-black magic in his palms. The magic resembled thick ink but emitted a heart-stopping aura. He chanted an ancient incantation, each syllable causing the very fabric of space to tremble.
"Crack—"
A massive rift slowly tore open between his hands, thick black mist pouring forth. Within the mist were anguished screams and eerie whispers, as if countless vengeful souls were struggling within. Through the black fog, a glimpse of another world could be seen—the Kairit World.
It was a land lush with greenery, sunlight streaming through the rift and illuminating the abyss, starkly contrasting with the surrounding darkness. A gentle breeze carried the fragrance of grass and trees, intensifying the demons' insatiable hunger.
"What a beautiful world! I can hardly wait to destroy it!"
"I can smell the scent of souls."
"It’s been so long since I tasted fresh souls."
Upon seeing this new world, the demons stirred restlessly like mice catching a whiff of cheese or dogs sensing the aroma of bones.
The spatial rift gradually widened, enough for Azazel to pass through.
As Azazel traversed the rift and stood in the void beyond the world, his eyes sparkled with triumph.
"Kairit World! It’s been three hundred years, how I've missed you!"
As if sensing Azazel's arrival, the world radiated a dazzling light, forming a protective halo around him.
"Is this the world's self-protection mechanism?"
"If it weren't for this mechanism, all worlds and planets would have long since become our demon territory."
Gabriel tapped into his knowledge of demon bloodlines to understand what was happening.
This was the world’s way of protecting itself.
On one hand, it could detect beings from other worlds and keep them at bay.
On the other hand, it served as the first line of defense against external threats.
Clearly, this Kairit World was a medium-level world, where even a Legendary Demon would find it difficult to enter without harming the realm.
Forcing entry would only provoke a stronger resistance from the world, concentrating all its power against him, leading to mutual destruction.
But this time, Azazel was prepared.
He whispered back, "Aloyd, it’s time to fulfill your promise."
A dazzling light flashed, and a crack appeared in the protective shield of Kairit World.
Meanwhile, Gabriel, who was watching from the abyss, felt an unexpected sting in his eyes.
"If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have looked!"
That blinding light was the full-force strike of the Legendary Demon, Six-Winged Serpent Demon Aloyd, which had pierced through the entire world's defense system.
Gabriel lowered his head, blood seeping from his eyes. Even with his powerful regeneration ability, he couldn't heal instantly.
Yet he felt no regret; after all, it was a legendary demon's full attack.
Even if he only grasped a fraction of its power, it would significantly aid him in advancing to become a stronger demon in the future.
However, due to his insufficient strength, even from half a world away, he could not withstand the faint power emanating from that sword energy, resulting in his eyes being cut.
In that moment of distraction, Azazel seized the opportunity. His claws pierced through the crack, and dark Abyssal Fire surged into the breach like a torrent.
The barrier let out a mournful cry as the light turned to ash upon contact with the flames. The once pale light membrane began to show corrupt purple-black streaks.
He aimed to open Kairit World’s defenses single-handedly so that the demon army could enter and exit at will.
As the demon lord's hands plunged into the crack, the entire Kairit World trembled.
Through the widening gap, Gabriel saw the sky of another realm begin to fracture—emerald clouds stained with bloodlight, and ancient trees' roots twisted up from the ground like the thrashing tendrils of a dying beast.
"Stop!"
Through the crack, Gabriel saw an old man with white hair standing in mid-air, a glowing orb forming at the tip of his staff, causing all the flora within a hundred miles to bow before him.
"Have the demon claws I severed three hundred years ago not taught you what it means to fear?"
The old man's voice carried the weight of law, and on Azazel's massive claw that was tearing at the rift, hundreds of deep gashes suddenly appeared as if carved by an unseen force.
"Leave now, and I will consider this as if nothing has happened."
"If not, it will be more than just a matter of a single claw."
The fact that Azazel was being put in such a difficult position indicated that the old man was no ordinary foe; he was likely a Legendary Demon as well.
Though both were legendary, the strength of their legends varied greatly among different beings.
Could the legendary strength of a Gnoll compare to that of a dragon?
Typically, humans' legends could not match those of demons, especially since Azazel was a demon lord infused with the power of Abyssal consciousness, making him stronger than the old man.
However, Azazel was currently focused on maintaining the rift and had no time to defend against the old man's attack.
"Holy Judgment Ring."
With a light tap of his staff, nine layers of golden magical arrays unfolded behind him. With each layer that lit up, the sea of clouds beneath his feet collapsed an inch, ultimately coalescing into a gigantic sword that spanned the heavens—the Light of the Giant Sword.
Before the sword could fall, golden blood rain like molten lava erupted from the edges of the rift—manifesting the agony of the world's barrier.
Azazel's Compound Eyes spun wildly but still held firm against the rift. "Old man... do you think I'm still the same as I was back then..."
"Judgment."
The lightsaber fell with a thunderous crash.
"Shh—"
The three-hundred-meter-tall Rotting Flesh Troll squeezed out from the Abyssal Rift, its rotting abdomen suddenly splitting open to reveal a massive maw.
Tens of thousands of maggots formed a fleshy net, ensnaring the lightsaber. The moment the decaying flesh made contact with the holy light, the troll's body melted away like a snowman under the blazing sun, collapsing from three hundred meters to a charred skeleton of two hundred meters.
"Creak... creak..."
Sounds of sucking emerged from the depths of the Abyssal Rift.
"The taste of holy light is not very appetizing!"
The remains of the Rotting Flesh Troll suddenly swelled. The parts that had been purified by the holy light were being filled by countless newly formed pustules and maggots. The mountain of corpses on its shoulder began to boil, as thousands of Ghouls actively jumped into the troll's body, transforming into nutrients for regeneration.
"Abyss... Undying..."
The troll's vocal cords had not yet fully reformed, but its rotting throat already emitted a roar. Its decayed fingertips pointed at the old man, and a torrential rain of maggots shot out—each maggot contained a twisted human soul.
The old man waved his staff, casting a barrier of light. The maggots exploded into a mist of blood in the holy light, yet fragments of souls still clung to the shield. Gabriel keenly noticed that those fragments were corroding the essence of the world, like ink dropped into clear water.
"Hurry and enter!"
Azazel shouted angrily at the demons from the abyss.
The portal to another world had been forcibly opened by him, and the old man was being dragged by the Rotting Flesh Troll. This was indeed an excellent opportunity for the demons to invade another world.
The demons hurriedly passed through two spatial rifts and surged into Kairit World.
As Gabriel stepped into this realm, an indescribable sense of repulsion suddenly enveloped him.
It felt as though the entire world was against him, yet it did not directly launch an attack.
What was even more terrifying was a fierce sword technique that charged towards the group of demons.
In addition to the white-haired elder, there were other guardians from different worlds present!
Though they had not reached the strength of a Legendary Demon, the invading demons were also not at that level.
Fortunately, the demons had a significant number on their side, with many High-Level Demons among them.
Countless Silver and Golden-Ranked Demons engaged in fierce combat with the humans.
"Hahaha, it's been hundreds of years since I've tasted fresh human souls. This time, I must indulge myself!"
"Demon, let us see whether you will devour our souls or if we will sever your head!"
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