NOVEL NEXT Chapter 718: Cornered Beast
You're absolutely right!
Such intelligence!
It is said that the Demon King standing before us is completely different from Yang Tian's original foes. He is a demon who mimics genuine intelligence and human emotions, unlike the mindless hordes of demons from before!
Thus, sensing the unique aura of Yang's blade, he decided to defend against it with calculated intent!
"Haha!"
Facing Yang Tian's challenge, the Demon King merely let out a cold laugh, his eyes brimming with mockery.
It seemed as though he was ridiculing Yang Tian for his efforts!
However, instead of reacting to the Monster King's taunts, Yang Tian remained calm, his brows furrowing tighter.
This, if merely a minor suspicion… Following the Demon King's mocking stance, Yang Tian had already exerted 100% of his focus. Not only was the Demon King intelligent, but he was also frighteningly articulate!
The tension was palpable. Despite wielding his sword, Yang Tian found himself trapped in a hopeless situation.
How dare Yang Tian, alone, attack the Monster King head-on?
At its core, this conflict wasn't just about the Devil's Blade being different from what it once was. The crux was the Demon King himself—trapped in combat with demons of lesser intellect. He no longer resembled the brazen beasts Yang had encountered before!
A foolish Monster King was someone Yang Rixin could undoubtedly overpower in a clash!
But a cunning Monster King...
Even Yang Tian had to take a deep breath to remeasure his approach.
Clearly, the Monster King had no intention of allowing Yang Tian to regain composure.
Observing the situation, he raised his massive claws once more and struck the ground fiercely.
BOOM! Immediately, the ground trembled.
"What a terrifying killing intent!"
Even the prominent figures atop the Yuanmu City Wall, gifted with both spiritual and physical prowess, found themselves dwarfed by this awe-inspiring display.
Only under the sunlight could one begin to make sense of the staggering scene!
And yet, their eyes still widened in stunned disbelief!
The reason? It was all due to the Demon King's monstrous action!
With daylight shining upon the battlefield, the Demon King unleashed havoc, his gaze narrowing sharply as he became aware of divine intent threatening his very existence. He swung his massive iron tail to separate himself from Yang Tian's assault.
The Heavenly Slash posed a critical threat, but Yang Tian himself did not!
This time, as always, the Demon King chose offense over defense—aiming to exploit Yang Tian's momentary vulnerability when he aborted his attack.
"Come on!"
Faced with the impending strike of the iron tail, Yang Tian's eyes burned with desert-like resolve. With no avenue of escape, he gripped the Demon Sword firmly and retaliated. Though the attack behind him from the Monster King was imminent, he locked his target firmly onto the iron tail!
CLANG!
The Demon Sword rang out sharply, slicing through the enemy's iron tail effortlessly—like cutting through a mere melon rind—and severed it cleanly.
ROAR!
The Demon King let out a spine-chilling roar, his body convulsing wildly, akin to mountains trembling at the epicenter of an earthquake.
Yet Yang Tian's feet seemed planted firmly against his back, unwavering and unyielding. From atop the Demon King's form, he continued to press his advantage.
Stripped of the stability provided by his iron tail, the Demon King faced the onslaught of Yang Tian's blade again—a betrayal of strength!
One slash cut deep!
ROAR!
A single strike illuminated the battlefield as brilliance burst forth like a halo, enclosing Yang Tian and the Demon King in its radiant glow.
What was happening here?
Witnessing the scene unfold, those perched among the trees gazed dumbfounded, their expressions frozen in shock, their mouths agape. None knew how to react, let alone how many moments had passed in sheer disbelief.
But the first person to snap out of the daze spoke gravely: "It's not over yet!"
Not over yet?
The crowd stiffened with fear, equally taken aback. Their eyes darted back to the scene unfolding below.
Amidst the dazzling halo, the shadows of Yang Tian and the Demon King clashed—one large, one small, weaving together in an intricate interplay of life and death. Their forms flickered repeatedly in battle.
The Demon King bore a gaping wound, blood spurting violently from his injured flesh as though a fountain. This was no minor injury—it was evident that the wound was catastrophic!
But when their eyes turned to Yang Tian, they struggled to comprehend what they saw.
Yang Tian stood gripping his sword, his expression devoid of shock—even as he gasped for air amid the intensity.
And yet!
Yang Tian suddenly recoiled in astonishment!
Since entering the realm of the Demon King, every battle Yang Tian faced had given rise to unprecedented awe among his opponents upon experiencing the immensity of Yang Tian's power. Their disbelief had become so common it was almost predictable!
Yet now it was Yang Tian who was rattled!
"You can use magic!"
Yang Tian breathed deeply, his voice trembling with incredulity.
In the Death Realm, all spiritual strength and ancestral talents of cultivators were stifled, leaving them reliant solely on their physical prowess to persevere!
But at that critical moment, as Yang Tian delivered his strike, the Demon King unleashed rays of light from his mouth—breaking Yang Tian's rhythm entirely and throwing him into despair!
What was this, if not divine intervention?
How could Yang Tian not be utterly shocked?
"Oh, little ant! You're somewhat amusing!"
The Demon King's tone turned vicious at that moment, but he showed no sense of stinginess toward Yang Tian—spitting venomous remarks freely, even in defeat.
Listening to the Demon King's words, Yang Tian frowned tightly, an uneasy smile crossing his lips, one mingled with frustration.
Indeed!
The Monster King had just used magic!
This alone planted seeds of doubt within Yang Tian. Suddenly, hope flickered amid the desolate Death Realm, sparking questions that demanded answers!
Even though Yang Tian cursed the dire nature of his enemies, fending off demons with mindless ferocity, he couldn't help but feel overcome with bewilderment. There was no leaving now!
But the death throes of combat—the relentless encounters with the sinister Demon Clan—had finally led Yang Tian to this defining moment! He wasn't yet unrestrained, but perhaps now he could see through the veil!
However, as Yang Tian questioned aloud once more, his gaze clashed with the Demon King's narrowed eyes. For the first time, the Demon King assessed his injuries, then glanced toward the distance, toward demons trapped in unfamiliar combat, defeated twice in his wake.
"Little ant! I know you! Next time, luck will no longer favor you!"
The Demon King cast a cold glare at Yang Tian before finally retreating.
Demons!
The Devil World thrived only beneath the rule of the Devil Emperor and the authority of the infernal legions.
Though Yang Tian held mastery over the Demon Monarch's decree prior to entering the Death Realm...
While one could stage a rebellion with cunning against the Blue Demon himself, under the circumstances, Yang Tian had stretched his strength to the boundaries!
Given Yang Tian's growing control, it was safe to imagine that he harbored a 100% chance of eliminating the Huanlian Demon King if met!
And yet the possibility of further deception loomed—a wariness that reflected the cunning of the Demon Monarch.
Now, here in the Dead Zone, hearing whispers of Demonic fare, how could Yang Tian not feel shaken to the core?
Most shocking of all was the scene before him: The Monster King revealed magical prowess. If he could wield it, who else among demons could possess such power?
Yang Tian's thoughts churned, troubled. Suddenly, the visage of an Elder shifted into his view, stepping out amidst the lingering echoes of death itself.
Yang Tian froze slightly, his brow twitching faintly.
As the Elder approached, Yang Tian instinctively held his stance, aware of the elder's eerie aura—a presence that felt as alive as Yang Tian's pulsating blood itself.
The elder smirked softly before uttering mysteriously, "Hmm? Don't you sense something unusual here?"
"Indeed!"
Yang Tian nodded firmly in agreement.
Things felt significantly different now. Rumors whispered that this Elder might defy beliefs tied to magic itself!
When Yang Tian stood still, respecting this cryptic figure, his expression revealed discomfort mingled with resistance. Even as the elder stared at him with unrelatable intents…