The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 816 - 776: Betting on the Demon God Battle

Chapter 816: Chapter 776: Betting on the Demon God Battle

"Huff! Huff, huff!"

In the intense realm of fire, ancient worlds burned, visible yet blurry.

Boiling magma pools, erupting volcanoes, and fleeting fiery meteor trails all vividly materialized in those worlds.

Crimson flames and ghostly lightnings constructed the foundational laws between heaven and earth, quickly perfecting those fiery realms into independent worlds.

Slowly, signs of life emerged, formed by the divine breath of Yan Lie.

Before long, Flame Qilins, fire dragons, warriors of the Flame Clan, and various peculiar flame spirits were born in these magical burning realms.

The divine domain of Yan Lie was actually evolving worlds, depicting the process of the birth of beings.

The glaciers and extreme cold stars sent by Pang Jian, upon contact with such high-level fire divine skills, were either immediately shattered or incinerated into ashes.

In numerous Cold Desolate Demon Domains, streams of cold currents surged in but were ineffective against Yan Lie’s fiery divine realm.

A true high god, after unfolding his divine domain with his real divine body, exhibited a power that made Pang Jian feel an overwhelming pressure.

"Crackle!"

Amid the flames, while Pang Jian was distracted, they reached the center of that dark "Sky Curtain."

The tumultuous Demon Element Power and numerous evil thoughts used by Pang Jian to counterbalance that crystal-like radiance were also affected by Yan Lie’s divine domain.

The radiance, representing a stroke of destiny, thus escaped the confinement of the robe.

"Swoosh!"

The destiny, like a divine rainbow, poured into the top of Luo Hongyan’s head and was instantly absorbed by Him.

A robust life force radiated from His stunningly beautiful form; she slightly pursed her lips, her eyes reflecting satisfaction.

"Life."

She whispered softly.

In the dense forests of the fifth continent, plant vitality transformed into pale green streams, flowing into His body.

The rich Qi and Blood within Him instantly spread out, enveloping Him in a halo of blood.

The blood and plant vitality wonderfully merged, integrating both fleshly and vegetative life energies into Him.

This initiated the construction of His fourth God Status.

"Shajia, Lie Yang, Aman. There’s a Blood God named Dong Tianze, remember not to kill him; I still have use for his life," He said indifferently.

His divine voice reached directly into the minds of the three powerful aliens.

The three who had ascended to middle-level gods of the Alien Tribes responded, "Received!"

Atop the City Lord Mansion, His flawlessly beautiful face suddenly fixated on Pang Jian.

He frowned slightly.

"Boom!"

He watched the Thunder Pond, bursting with thunderbolts and lightning, slowly expand within the fiercely burning fiery divine domain.

Seeing his destiny compromised, Pang Jian resolutely donned the Demonic Robe instead of transforming it into a "Sky Curtain."

Above the pitch-black Demonic Robe, numerous bright red Demonic God True Names flowed like brilliant red stars, exuding a terrifying devil breath.

"Eighteen Mid-Rank Demon Gods in total," His eyes emanated a cold serene aura as He spoke indifferently, "Yan Lie, be careful."

Yan Lie looked solemn and said, "He really does have some tricks up his sleeve!"

As the black "Sky Curtain" disappeared, reverting back to a robe worn by Pang Jian, Pang Jian’s aura began to climb progressively.

The vast Demon Element Power began to concentrate, and the infinite evil thoughts, no longer affected by the burning of His divine domain.

And there in the Thunder Pond, Pang Jian, wielding the treasure left in the world by the Thunder God, directly moved through the fiery worlds constructed by His divine domain.

The fiery worlds overtaken by the Thunder Pond crumbled one after another, and the evolved beings died out in an instant.

His divine domain, too, was falling apart.

At the same time, a nameless fear began to emerge in His heart.

"Huff! Huff huff!"

Eighteen colossal demon shadows, born from His expansive sea of consciousness, imprisoned His divine consciousness, twisted His self-awareness, and nurtured the evil within His heart.

They were eighteen Demon Gods!

Through the robe left by the Mo Tian Overlord, Pang Jian forcibly compelled these eighteen Demon Gods, who carried their true names, into battle, pushing them into the Yan Lie’s sea of consciousness.

Fahua, He Motian, Luan Ji—these three Great Demon Gods he could not yet summon.

But the mid-rank Demon Gods, if they dared defy his commands, he was ready to follow the trace of their true names and pour the violent power of the Thunder Pond into them!

Mid-rank Demon Gods simply could not withstand the Thunder Pond left by the Thunder God. If they did not want to die, they had no choice but to join the battle.

Yan Lie indeed was a High God.

But even in the Purgatory World, He had yet to recover His peak combat power, as the resources of Purgatory were insufficient to enable Him to take that step.

With the eighteen mid-rank Demon Gods, alongside Pang Jian and the Thunder Pond, they attacked Yan Lie’s Spiritual Soul and consciousness, overwhelming Him to the point where He could no longer attend to His God’s Domain.

The burning God’s Domain, chunks of fiery realms, were thus extinguished by the Thunder Pond.

...

Outer Star River, various Demon Realms.

The Demon Gods, who had set aside their pressing matters to be forced into this fight, each sighed and groaned.

"Yan Lie."

"The trusted general of God Luo."

"Striking at Yan Lie is tantamount to crossing God Luo. It will be tough to settle the aftermath, but not to act is to die, leaving us no choice."

The Demon Gods grimaced, either lying down or sitting cross-legged, still gathering their Demon Souls and accumulating power.

...

In a dilapidated temple filled with cobwebs,

a Demon God named Hei Lian, with a face as bitter as a gourd, complained to his companion, "Alas, had I known this day would come, I would never have left my true name on that Demonic Robe."

"Hei Lian, when the Mo Tian Overlord was not yet fallen, you left your true name on that Demonic Robe, which let you seek help from the Mo Tian Overlord whenever you met trouble,"

His companion shook his head and said, "Back then, you were on the brink of death several times, and it was your true name that saved you."

"You should be grateful,"

He said with a smile.

"Bi Lin, don’t talk nonsense," Hei Lian said mournfully. "Regardless of the outcome of this battle, God Luo will cause us trouble afterwards. You are also one of the Demon Gods, won’t you feel awkward when God Luo comes after us?"

"He and that Black Phoenix’s feud won’t necessarily see him laugh last," Bi Lin replied unruffled.

"The Black Phoenix is dead! Even if the Demon Sovereign is strong, He ultimately fell!" Hei Lian said.

"You know nothing about the Phoenix Clan," the Bi Lin Demon God said with a peculiar smile. "The Black Phoenix, capable of Nirvana Rebirth, is nearly impossible to truly kill. Every time He successfully undergoes Nirvana, He becomes stronger and more terrifying."

"I even suspect that His fall was self-inflicted."

"Because aside from a Sovereign of the same rank, nobody can truly kill Him, not even He himself."

"If He could not die again and restart His path of Nirvana, He would forever be unable to achieve a greater breakthrough,"

Bi Lin spoke expansively.

Taken aback, Hei Lian felt suddenly that Bi Lin seemed a stranger in that moment, asking, "How do you know this? You mean... the death of the Black Phoenix was intended by Him?"

"I just think it’s a possibility," the Bi Lin Demon God nodded.

"Huff!"

In the temple, a handsome man from the Ghost Demon Clan, holding a Black Gold Demon Sword, approached with a smile.

"I’ve finally found you," He said with a slight smile.

The Bi Lin Demon God stood up and nodded slightly towards Him, saying, "I’ve been waiting for you for a long time."

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