Chapter 478: Death of the Three Gate Masters, A World of Demonic Feast!
"It was you!"
Tian Yuanzi stared at Lin Fan, murderous intent practically solidifying in his gaze.
He couldn't believe that what had seemed like a flawless advantage for Yuan Gate could be so thoroughly overturned in an instant. He had no idea how Lin Fan had managed to control Ren Yuanzi.
Lin Fan responded calmly, "You controlled Senior Brother Zhou Tong, and I controlled Ren Yuanzi. Fair trade, don't you think?"
"How did you do it?" Di Yuanzi asked, unwilling to accept this outcome.
"There's no need for you to know that." Lin Fan smiled faintly. "Now then… time for you to reunite with your third."
As he spoke, the space behind Tian Yuanzi and Di Yuanzi suddenly twisted.
In the next instant, two identical Lin Fans appeared—his two perfected clones from One Qi Splits Into Three Pure Ones.
One clone raised his hands, summoning a blazing sea of crimson fire that quickly condensed into a blazing sun above his head.
Whoosh!
The searing sun plummeted directly onto Di Yuanzi's already battered body.
BOOM!
It exploded in a torrent of flame, devouring his remains and turning the area into a sea of fire, warping the space around it with its intense heat.
"AAARGH!"
Di Yuanzi's scream echoed once—then was gone.
There was no trace left—not even his soul survived.
At the same time, the second Lin Fan clone had summoned rolling thunderclouds above his head, crackling with power.
Wrapped in lightning, he looked like a god of thunder.
"Heavenly Lightning: Law-Breaking Light!"
CRACK!
A torrent of lightning erupted from the heavens, raining down with world-ending might.
Tian Yuanzi tried to defend. "Demonic Shield!"
A black, thousand-foot shield formed before him, etched with snarling demonic faces and swathed in thick, cursed energy.
CRACK!
The shield fractured under the force of the lightning—then shattered completely.
BOOM!
Tian Yuanzi's body exploded—shredded by the storm of divine thunder.
His scream echoed through the demonic world before fading into silence.
The thunderous light then washed across the battlefield, purging the demonic energy, reducing it like snow before fire.
As the light faded, countless gazes turned toward the spot… where there was nothing left of Tian Yuanzi but charred, shredded remains.
"We… we won?"
The warriors of the Anti-Yuan Alliance stared in stunned silence—then erupted into joyous cheers.
No one had expected such a swift and decisive victory.
At this moment, everyone's reverence for Lin Fan deepened.
Whoosh!
A streak of light darted along the ground—Tian Yuanzi's soul trying to flee.
"Die!"
Lin Fan's eyes turned cold. His hand reached out, and a thunderous hand of lightning crashed down.
"Even if we die… the demonic feast is complete. This place will be your tomb! None of you will escape—just wait to be devoured by the demonic qi!"
Tian Yuanzi's soul screamed in defiance, then self-destructed.
BOOM!
The soul explosion made the thunder hand tremble—but not enough to stop it.
Tian Yuanzi's soul… vanished.
The Three Gate Masters of Yuan Gate—all dead.
No body. No soul. Completely annihilated.
Ying Xuanzi and the others paled slightly as they heard Tian Yuanzi's final words.
Then—they saw it.
All around the battlefield, the demonic corpses began to collapse. Their bodies burst open, releasing vast streams of demonic qi, which filled the air.
"Look above!"
Ying Huanhuan flew to Lin Fan's side, a solemn look on her face.
Lin Fan looked up.
High in the sky, a thick, impenetrable dome of demonic mist was spreading out, covering the heavens and sealing off the entire battlefield.
On its surface, twisting demonic runes writhed. The shield had completely severed them from the outside world.
Everyone's faces turned pale.
The oppressive dome fell from the distant sky like an inverted bowl, trapping them all inside.
The members of the Anti-Yuan Alliance began to stir with unease.
They could feel it. The demonic energy was forming a self-contained demonic world, sealing them in completely.
The battlefield, once filled with furious combat, fell eerily silent. The demonic corpses vanished.
Yuan Gate was no more—but they were trapped.
Chaos began to spread among the crowd.
"What now?" Ying Xiaoxiao asked softly, frowning as she noticed the unrest spreading.
"The demonic energy is too heavy. We're fine, but weaker cultivators will be corrupted if they stay too long," said Ying Xuanzi grimly.
Lin Dong looked up at the sky. "We need to find a way to break this dome."
"I'll go first! Let's see how strong this so-called Demonic Feast World really is!"
Liu Qing grinned, his body glowing bright green as he transformed into a massive azure dragon and smashed into the dome.
BOOM!
A wave of blue light rippled out—but the dome merely quivered before settling again. Liu Qing's full-power strike had no effect.
Everyone fell silent.
Liu Qing frowned. "It's… strong."
"Master Ying, Brother Lin Fan—what do we do now?" asked the Sword Sect Master, flying over with several other worried experts.
"Maybe we could gather everyone's strength and attack it together?" suggested Ying Xiaoxiao.
"No," Ying Huanhuan shook her head. "We may have numbers, but we lack coordination. If we strike all at once, our energy will be consumed and corrupted by the demonic qi instead—making it even stronger."
"But if we use fewer people, how do we break this world?" Ying Xuanzi sighed.
"I have a plan," Lin Fan said, rubbing his chin with a confident smile.
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