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"The head of the Flying Eagle Demon King rolled back and forth on the wooden board, his eyes wide open, staring at Wang Yi with disbelief, as if he still couldn't comprehend how he had died.
'Good.'
Dalai Er stepped forward, looking at Wang Yi in disbelief, overjoyed. He struck the Mountain Demon King back with a palm and stood beside Wang Yi, glaring viciously at the Mountain Demon King and the Golden Demon King. 'You beasts still want to kill me? None of you will leave here today.'
'Roar!'
The Mountain Demon King’s eyes turned blood red as he let out a roar, transforming into his true form—a three-meter-long pangolin, its body shining black. With a whoosh, he charged fiercely at Dalai Er.
At the same time, the Golden Demon King wore a dark expression, looking malevolently at Wang Yi. Suddenly, a burst of golden light erupted from his body. From a distance, he appeared like a sun, radiating brilliant light. Soon, his entire form turned golden, with bright golden eyes and a mouth full of gold teeth, resembling an ancient golden deity.
Transformed into his golden form, the Golden Demon King looked at Wang Yi with piercing eyes. There was no hint of contempt; instead, he regarded him as an equal opponent.
'Could this Golden Demon King be the legendary Crystal Beast?' Fire Spirit exclaimed in shock.
'Crystal Beast?' Wang Yi was taken aback. In legends, certain mineral veins produced beasts that fed on various crystals. These beasts possessed immense strength and were akin to warriors. Upon comparison, it became clear that the Golden Demon King resembled the legendary Crystal Beast.
'Prince, be careful. The Crystal Beast possesses incredible strength; it is not to be underestimated,' Fire Spirit warned solemnly.
'Understood,' Wang Yi replied with a serious expression.
'Rumbling!'"
The Golden Demon King walked step by step toward Wang Yi, his steps heavy as a mountain. Perhaps it was due to his mouth full of gold teeth; he simply looked at Wang Yi with a pair of golden pupils, filled with murderous intent, without saying a word. When he was within about ten feet of Wang Yi, he swung his fist, accompanied by a strange howling sound, and viciously smashed it toward Wang Yi's head.
The wind from the punch was fierce; although there was no explosion, the power generated was incredibly formidable. It seemed as if he wanted to smash Wang Yi's head to pieces with a single blow.
"Clang!"
In this attic sealed with enchantments, any technique seemed futile; only the simplest act of killing through Martial Arts represented true power. The Sword of Slaughter struck out, cutting through without obstruction and landing on the Golden Demon King's fist, instantly bursting forth with dazzling golden light. With a crack, the Golden Demon King's golden fist was cleaved in two by the Sword of Slaughter.
However, what shocked Wang Yi was that the Golden Demon King seemed unaffected. He swung his left fist and charged at Wang Yi. The speed was so fast that he had no time to react; it struck him squarely in the chest. His body jolted, blood surged within him, and he let out a muffled groan as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
Wang Yi glanced at the seemingly puppet-like Golden Demon King in horror and quickly retreated.
"Get back! This is the ultimate power of the Crystal Beast; it can transform its body into something like crystal. Although it has consciousness, it has lost its sense of pain. No matter how you strike it, it won't feel anything," Fire Spirit urged urgently.
"Freak," Wang Yi cursed under his breath as he swung his sword to push back the Golden Demon King and transmitted a message: "What weaknesses does it have?"
"Its eyes," Fire Spirit replied. "The eyes are the most vulnerable part of a human body. As long as you blind its eyes, even if it's powerful, it will become a toothless tiger."
Upon hearing this, Wang Yi's eyes lit up with excitement. He grinned and darted forward like lightning, thrusting his sword out. With a clang, it pierced into the Golden Demon King's chest.
A hint of disdain appeared in the Golden Demon King's golden pupils as he raised his fist and slammed it down fiercely, causing the ground to shake with an intimidating force.
"Whoosh!"
In that instant, Wang Yi thrust his sword, aiming directly at the golden pupil of the Golden Demon King.
The Golden Demon King's pupils contracted slightly, revealing a hint of fear, but it was too late. In that fraction of a second, the sharp tip of the Sword of Slaughter pierced into its right eye, and with a splatter, a stream of golden blood erupted.
"Ah!"
A piercing scream escaped from the Golden Demon King's mouth, and then its golden hue gradually faded, returning to its normal form.
"I will kill you." Blood flowed from the Golden Demon King's right eye, while its left eye emitted a sinister glint. It struck out with its right palm, hitting Wang Yi's chest with a loud thud, causing him to stagger and spit out a mouthful of blood, flying back three meters.
"Wow." Wang Yi fell to the ground, lying on his back and spitting out another mouthful of blood.
"Prince." Dalai Er waved to block an attack from the Mountain Demon King. Seeing Wang Yi's face turn pale as paper, her expression changed instantly. She wanted to rush over but was stopped by the Mountain Demon King, who chuckled and said, "If you want to save him, you'll have to get past me first!"
"Human, today is your day of death." The Golden Demon King blinked its deafened right eye and looked at Wang Yi with a face full of ferocity.
After speaking, it leaped towards Wang Yi. Although its speed was incredibly slow in this instance, the Golden Demon King was only three meters away from Wang Yi, so it quickly appeared before him.
"Boss."
A mass of Azure Flame burst forth from Wang Yi's forehead, transforming into a blue dog that stood protectively in front of him. With sparkling eyes, it barked, "Woof Woof Woof."
"Get lost, dead dog." The Golden Demon King was startled but quickly regarded the spirit as if it were a corpse. It swung a fist with a howling sound aimed at the spirit's head.
"Chirp chirp."
Unexpectedly, Ling opened its mouth and spewed out a burst of Azure Flame, engulfing the fist of the Golden Demon King. With a hissing sound, the fist instantly vanished, and the air was filled with the scent of roasted meat. Soon after, a piercing scream of agony escaped from the Golden Demon King.
At this moment, the Golden Demon King was in a pitiful state; his right eye was blinded, and his right hand was burned to a crisp, rendering it completely useless.
"Golden, what the hell are you doing? How could you let a little pup do this to you?" Pangolin scolded upon seeing the Golden Demon King's miserable condition.
"Woo woo woo." Ling heard this and turned to look at Pangolin, baring its teeth and opening its mouth to unleash another burst of Azure Flame.
"Hiss..."
The Azure Flame traveled through three zhang of space, emitting sharp hissing sounds as it passed, and instantly reached the Mountain Demon King.
The Mountain Demon King dismissed it and swung a fist to meet the Azure Flame head-on. With a hissing sound, he ended up in the same predicament as the Golden Demon King, screaming in pain.
"What kind of flame is this? It's terrifying!" Dalai Er exclaimed in astonishment.
"Damn beast," the Mountain Demon King roared furiously, his eyes filled with murderous intent. He bent his large hand and casually unleashed a sword qi that shot towards Ling with a whoosh.
Ling, being a dog, was not afraid of attacks. Seeing the sword qi darting towards it, Ling swiftly dodged to the left to avoid the attack.
"Crack!"
The sword energy struck a wooden chair, splitting it in half.
"Hahaha, beast, die!" Dalai Er saw that the two great demon kings had lost an arm, their strength significantly diminished. Without hesitation, he blocked the Mountain Demon King and unleashed a seven-foot-long Azure Sword Qi, which struck the Mountain Demon King's back like lightning. With a tearing sound and a spray of blood, the Mountain Demon King let out a miserable scream and staggered backward.
"Die!"
Seeing this, Dalai Er chuckled coldly, his eyes flashing with a chilling light. He pointed his index finger at the back of the Mountain Demon King's head, releasing a mysterious attack infused with Nirvana Power. It shot out like a long rainbow breaking through the sky, or like a comet sweeping across the moon, striking the back of the latter's head in an instant. With a hissing sound, blood gushed forth.
The Mountain Demon King tightly protected his neck with his right hand, disbelief filling his sinister gaze as he slowly turned to look at the coldly smiling Dalai Er. He made muffled sounds before widening his eyes in shock and collapsing to the ground, blood staining the earth.
"Mountain Piercer!"
The Golden Demon King, seeing the corpse of the Mountain Piercer, was filled with malice. His killing intent surged as he charged at Dalai Er. His left fist shone with golden light, dazzling like a rising sun.
At this moment, although the Golden Demon King had lost his right eye and right hand and his strength had greatly diminished, he still possessed the power of a Half-Step Nirvana Realm Expert. Moreover, he was now in a frenzied state, causing his strength to soar uncontrollably. Ignoring the consumption of his Primordial Energy, he appeared reckless.
Dalai Er felt alarmed; after battling with the Mountain Demon King earlier, he had already consumed most of his Primordial Energy. Facing the frenzied state of the Golden Demon King made him uneasy. However, there was no time for hesitation. He immediately gathered his Primordial Energy and unleashed it wildly. His fingers became like swords as he shot out three razor-sharp sword energies infused with Nirvana Power.
But within the Golden Demon King's Primordial Energy was also contained Nirvana Power. His fist surged with immense force; when he struck out, golden light and sword energy collided like mountains crashing together. A loud bang echoed as cracking sounds filled the air; in an instant, Dalai Er's Nirvana Power sword energies shattered one by one into ashes.
Dalai Er's expression changed drastically upon seeing this. He wanted to defend himself but realized it was too late. The distance of about ten feet closed in an instant as the golden giant fist ruthlessly smashed into his abdomen. With a loud thud, Dalai Er was sent flying backward, and immense force caused him to spit out a mouthful of blood.
"You should die!"
Golden Demon King's left hand fingers Dalai Er flickered with killing intent, his left eye narrowed slightly as he roared, and his golden giant fist smashed down again with ferocity.
This punch contained all the power of Mountain Demon King. The injured Dalai Er could not resist, his face revealing a trace of despair. Soon, his expression turned solemn, his eyes cold; even in death, he wanted to take someone down with him.
Dalai Er let out an angry roar, his ten fingers flicking, and the formless Nirvana Power shimmered in the air. The air emitted a clanging sound, as if playing a piano. In an instant, ten strands of power containing Nirvana Power shot towards the Mountain Demon King with a whoosh.
Seeing this, Golden Demon King's left pupil constricted slightly, but he soon let out a mad roar and transformed into crystal form, allowing the ten strands of Nirvana Power to enter his body. His golden fist ruthlessly smashed into Dalai Er's chest.
"Bang!"
The terrifying force caused Dalai Er to spit out blood, his face turning pale as he became extremely weak.
"Die!"
Golden Demon King roared again and swung his fist towards Dalai Er's head. With such immense power, if nothing unexpected happened, Dalai Er would undoubtedly die. However, Golden Demon King had clearly forgotten about Wang Yi. Just at that critical moment, a blood-colored sword shot through the air and pierced forward.
The Sword of Slaughter viciously struck Golden Demon King's shoulder with a clang. The massive force was unleashed upon him, instantly changing the direction of his falling fist, causing him to miss entirely. The Sword of Slaughter then fell to the ground.
Dalai Er, as if having walked through the gates of hell, broke out in a cold sweat and glanced gratefully at Wang Yi.
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