Chapter 93 Taking Action
Wu Di's idea was simple: to stall Leng Yaozhu and give him a chance to approach Lin Xiuran.
But he was too naive. That was Leng Yaozhu, the Heavenly Phoenix Douluo!
Flames gradually spread across Leng Yaozhu's body, followed by powerful forces converging within, gleaming brightly under the light of her four-word battle armor. A fierce flame,
accompanied by a phoenix cry, resounded through the sky. Leng Yaozhu, alone with her sword, slayed several great demons around her.
Wu Di was shocked. He watched this scene with anger and heartache. He wasn't particularly bothered by the destruction of the other demon legions. After all, they could be rebuilt and rebuilt later. But these great demons were different. In a sense, they were a part of him.
In the demon realm, reproduction didn't exist; their inheritance relied on division. When a powerful being chose to split, they would split into two individuals, one weaker than the first, who would then cultivate again, grow anew, and then split again.
Of course, there are many limiting conditions for demonic splitting, such as sufficient life energy, and the need to start cultivation from scratch once a split occurs.
This is the method of inheritance in the Demon Plane. Regardless of the demon lord, all the great demons under their command are created in this way. However,
at the level of these five demon lords, who have reached the pinnacle of the Demon Plane, their method of splitting is completely different from that of ordinary demons. They only choose to split when they have cultivated to the apex of the Demon Plane, splitting off a small portion of their power to form a most loyal great demon. Because upon reaching the pinnacle of the plane, they themselves can no longer improve, hence this action.
Reaching the pinnacle again would require an immense amount of time. The energy of the Demon Plane is limited, and its power is far inferior to that of the Douluo Continent. Therefore, for them, it would take hundreds of years to create even one of these Great Demons! These Great Demons are essentially their fundamental power.
Even when their current bodies age to a certain point and can no longer split, they can choose power inheritance, using a Great Demon to reshape their bodies. Therefore, each Great Demon, if in the Demon Plane, is practically equivalent to one of their lives.
Yet, even now, several of these Great Demons have fallen under the sword of the Heavenly Phoenix Douluo, Leng Yaozhu.
Wu Yi looked at Alba, who had just extinguished the flames on his body and came to his side, and angrily said, "Let's fight to the death, otherwise, we might be stuck here."
"Use your Origin Power? Do you know the consequences?" Alba was still reluctant to easily use his Origin Power; the loss would be too great, practically fundamental.
Wu Ji took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "There's no other choice. If we obtain that power, what do these losses matter?"
Alba's heart sank, and his cold gaze fell on Leng Yaozhu, who was displaying her divine power, and Lin Xiuran, who was being suppressed by Long Yeyue in the distance.
"Alright."
"Roar!" The two demon lords roared simultaneously, and light patterns appeared beneath their feet. These patterns twisted wildly, and within a radius of ten thousand meters, a terrifying dark storm suddenly churned violently. The entire space distorted.
Wu Ji moved first, and the dark storm instantly enveloped the great demons fighting Leng Yaozhu, instantly transforming into dark chains that bound them and pulled back the survivors.
There was no other way; Wu Ji had to minimize losses as much as possible.
Originally, if the two demon lords were in the Demon Plane, they would have had quasi-god-level combat power, but in the Douluo Plane, they were naturally suppressed by the Douluo Plane, and their strength was naturally weakened.
This was why neither of the two demon lords could break through Leng Yaozhu's defenses.
At this moment, having used their primal power, their strength had reached its peak, even far exceeding the power of a quasi-god.
There was no other way; this was essentially a desperate act, using their primal power—no joke.
"Rise! The power of corruption! Destruction Storm!"
Within the dark storm, several enormous purple tornadoes instantly rose, and the two Demon Kings simultaneously spewed out a mouthful of purple blood mist. The blood mist merged into the Destruction Storm, instantly plunging everything around them into darkness.
How could an attack unleashed by two Limit Douluo-level beings be simple? Even Leng Yaozhu was forced to retreat.
Her four-word battle armor instantly unleashed its full power, drawing upon its strength to resist the Destruction Storm.
The Light and Dark Douluo, Long Yeyue, was in the same predicament. She was already preoccupied with suppressing Lin Xiuran, and now she was forced to retreat, protecting the other Shrek Academy students behind her, leaving her no time to attend to Lin Xiuran.
Just then, taking advantage of the two Demon Kings unleashing the Destruction Storm, a figure swept past them, swiftly heading towards Lin Xiuran.
At the center of the destructive storm, Alba roared, "Bastard!"
Undoubtedly, this was also a demon lord. He had seized the opportunity while Alba and Wu Ji unleashed the storm, and humanity was preoccupied with Lin Xiuran, to arrive here.
His greed was undisguised; he clearly intended to capture Lin Xiuran and devour his dark energy.
Na'er watched the approaching demon lord with growing anxiety, but suddenly sensed something, and her mind went blank for a moment.
In that instant, a purple power, unnoticed, burst from her body and swiftly merged into Lin Xiuran's. The
previously frenzied Lin Xiuran froze, completely immobilized.
This delighted the approaching demon lord. He had initially thought controlling Lin Xiuran would require some effort.
Now, it seemed effortless.
Just as Wu Ji and Alba had envisioned, he would become the strongest in the Demon Plane, ruling the entire Demon Plane, and then annex the Douluo Continent.
Beautiful plans were already playing out in his mind, but just as those demonic hands were about to touch Lin Xiuran
, he was imprisoned—imprisoned! Spatial imprisonment; he couldn't move an inch.
Even as the Demon Lord, possessing the strength of a Limit Douluo, he was completely unable to move.
A silver light flashed from Lin Xiuran's body.
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