79: Chapter 79 The Demon Lord Breaks the Seal, No One Can Stop Him

The Medicine King Valley Valley Master, at the Peak of Tribulation Transcendence, is an Advanced Heaven Rank Alchemist.

If he were present, sealing this ancient Devil Head would be a certainty.

Now that he is missing, there are a few more variables.

"Fellow Daoists."

The voice of Daoist Ziyang echoed in the Void Realm, carrying an unquestionable majesty.

"This Devil Head is a remnant calamity from ancient times, sealed here for who knows how many tens of thousands of years. Today, the Seal has loosened, and the Devilish Qi is leaking out. If it is allowed to reappear in the world, the Southern Wilderness will surely be plunged into misery."

His gaze swept over every Cultivator present, his voice steady and powerful: "I implore everyone to work together to help Medicine King Valley re-Seal this fiend, to protect the common people of the Southern Wilderness."

Huo Lingzi was the first to speak, his voice like a booming bell: "Senior Qingxuan, you speak too seriously. How could this Junior refuse such a righteous cause!"

He formed hand Seals, pouring his spiritual power into the formation diagram without reservation, causing the crimson spiritual light to suddenly brighten.

Daoist Xuandan also nodded slightly, waving the whisk in his hand, and a strand of pure spiritual power merged into the formation base.

Yun Yin, Yang Danzi, Yao Li, and the others also nodded one after another, fully stimulating their spiritual power.

For a moment, the spiritual light on the formation diagram surged, suppressing the blood-red pillar of light until it was almost on the verge of collapsing.

However, the Devilish Qi deep within the pillar of light seemed to sense something and suddenly turned berserk. The Devilish mist that had condensed into ghost faces let out a deafening roar and violently slammed into the formation diagram.

The formation diagram shook violently, and the eight formation bases simultaneously emitted a humming sound, unable to bear the burden.

The faces of several Earth Rank Alchemists turned pale in unison, with some even having blood seeping from the corners of their mouths.

Daoist Ziyang's expression darkened slightly. The jade ruler in his hand lit up again, and a thicker cyan pillar of light descended from the sky, slamming heavily onto the blood-red pillar of light.

"With me here, how can I allow you to act so wantonly!"

His voice was like a thunderclap, shaking the very Void Realm.

The Devilish Qi within the blood-red pillar of light seemed to have been pained by this strike, letting out a sharp screech as the pillar suddenly contracted by a third.

But Daoist Ziyang's expression did not relax; instead, it became even more grave.

He could feel that the existence deep within the Seal was gathering strength. That last strike was merely a test.

The real impact was yet to come.

"Crack—!"

The eight formation bases simultaneously emitted a cracking sound, a noise that was piercing and despairing.

Dan Qingzi's expression changed drastically. His hands frantically changed hand Seals, and his spiritual power surged into the formation bases like water from a burst dam.

But no matter how he stimulated it, those shattered runes could not re-condense, and the spiritual light on the formation diagram flickered unsteadily, like a candle in the wind.

"Everyone, put in more effort!"

Daoist Ziyang's voice was no longer steady, but carried a hint of urgency.

He bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of vital blood onto the jade ruler.

The emerald-green jade ruler suddenly lit up with a blinding cyan light, and the runes on the ruler seemed to come alive, flowing wildly.

A cyan pillar of light, several times thicker than before, descended from the sky and slammed heavily into the blood-red pillar of light.

However, this time, the blood-red pillar of light only trembled slightly before stabilizing.

From deep within the pillar of light came a low laugh.

The laughter was hoarse and ancient, as if it had traveled through time and space from endless eons ago, carrying a chill that made one's Soul tremble.

"A mere Seal, and you wish to trap this seat?"

Before the words had faded, the blood-red pillar of light surged violently.

A figure slowly rose from the pillar of light, revealing a pair of blood-red eyes on its face, with endless madness and killing intent reflected in its pupils.

Devilish Qi, so thick it was almost tangible, swirled around him, writhing and roaring, condensing into hideous ghost faces.

Daoist Ziyang's pupils constricted, his voice trembling slightly: "The Seal... is broken."

The blood-red pillar of light shattered with a boom, turning into a sky full of blood mist.

The formation diagram also collapsed completely in that instant, the eight formation bases exploded simultaneously, and fragments scattered everywhere.

Yao Li and the others were sent flying backward by that terrifying shockwave, spraying blood from their mouths, and landed heavily on the ground a hundred zhang away, unable to get up for a moment.

Ancestor Zhou Huaixu retreated dozens of zhang, his expression as gloomy as water, his gaze locked firmly on the figure rising from the pillar of light.

This Devil Head's strength had not weakened by even a fraction.

Having been sealed for who knows how many tens of thousands of years, his aura was still as vast as an abyss, perhaps even stronger than any Peak of Tribulation Transcendence Cultivator Ancestor Zhou Huaixu had ever seen.

"Ants."

The gray-robed Devil Head spoke slowly, his blood-red eyes sweeping over everyone present, a cold arc curling at the corners of his mouth.

"I have been sealed for so many years, and I am in need of some blood-food to nourish my body."

His gaze fell upon Dan Qingzi, and he stuck out his tongue to lick his lips.

"Let's start with you."

Before the words had faded, his figure vanished from where he stood.

Daoist Ziyang's pupils constricted violently, and almost instinctively, he held the jade ruler horizontally before him.

"Clang—!"

With a deafening clash of metal, Daoist Ziyang, along with the jade ruler, was sent flying backward, spraying blood from his mouth.

The gray-robed Devil Head's figure appeared where he had originally been standing, one grayish-white palm still maintaining the striking posture.

"An Intermediate Heaven Rank Magical Artifact?"

He glanced at the shallow scar on his palm, and the smile at the corners of his mouth deepened.

"This is somewhat interesting."

Daoist Ziyang landed heavily on the ground, struggling to rise, only to find that his body had already been eroded by the Devilish Qi; his spiritual power was sluggish, and he couldn't muster any strength at all.

"Grand Elder!"

Dan Qingzi's expression changed drastically. He struggled to rise, but was similarly suppressed by the Devilish Qi and could not move.

Ancestor Zhou Huaixu shot out like lightning, striking a palm toward the gray-robed Devil Head.

The palm wind whistled, carrying the vast spiritual power of the Peak of Tribulation Transcendence, heading straight for the back of the gray-robed Devil Head's heart.

The gray-robed Devil Head did not even turn around; he simply waved his hand casually, and a jet-black streak of Devilish Qi rolled out like a silk ribbon, colliding with Ancestor Zhou Huaixu's palm print.

"Boom—!"

Amidst the loud noise, Ancestor Zhou Huaixu was sent flying backward, staggering several steps upon landing, his chest churning with blood and Qi.

His expression changed drastically. He had used at least eighty percent of his strength in that strike, yet the opponent had dissolved it with a casual wave.

This Devil Head's strength was far above his own.

The gray-robed Devil Head turned around, his blood-red eyes landing on Ancestor Zhou Huaixu, a playful smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

"Peak of Tribulation Transcendence, this is still somewhat interesting."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the others present, and shook his head.

"Unfortunately, just based on you lot, it's not enough to even fill the gaps between my teeth."

His gaze suddenly stopped in a certain direction, his pupils slightly constricting.

There, a figure in white stood with hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering slightly in the spiritual wind.

The gray-robed Devil Head stared at the figure for a moment, his brows slightly furrowed.

He could feel that there was no spiritual power fluctuation on that young man in white.

Yet, there was a feeling that made a vague, inexplicable sense of vigilance arise in his heart.

He sensed a trace of dangerous aura from that young man.

The Peak of Tribulation Transcendence experts from other factions in the Southern Wilderness were currently rushing over from all directions.

Streaks of light lit up from the horizon, moving at extreme speeds, clearly all rushing with full effort.

The gray-robed Devil Head naturally sensed those auras too, but he did not take them to heart.

As for those people, no matter how many came, he would kill them all.

His gaze fell back onto the figure in white.

"Who are you?"

The gray-robed Devil Head spoke, his voice hoarse and deep, carrying a hint of scrutiny, and also a hint of wariness.