122: The sword energy of Zhuxian terrifies the demon generals.

"A cup of tea brewed by my wife?"

Hearing Chu He's nonchalant words, Baal felt a chill rush from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, causing his massive demonic body to shudder uncontrollably.

You must be joking!

That terrifying Sword Qi that had nearly cost him half his life was merely a cup of tea his wife had casually brewed?

If they were to get serious, wouldn't they be able to kill him instantly?

His demonic eyes stared fixedly at Chu He, then looked toward the distant city enveloped in starlight with a mixture of shock and rage.

Just what kind of terrifying existence was still hidden within that city?

For a moment, Baal—the Seventh Demon General who had traversed the stars and slaughtered countless civilizations—actually felt a hint of retreat in his heart.

The wound on his arm continued to worsen; that gray aura of slaughter seemed to possess a life of its own, incessantly devouring his Demonic Essence and vitality. The intense pain nearly drove him mad.

"Damn it! What on earth is this thing?!"

Baal frantically circulated the Devil Emperor Bloodline within his body, attempting to suppress that Sword Qi, but to little avail.

Aboard the flagship, the remaining eleven demon generals and countless Demon Race warriors also witnessed this inconceivable scene through the Magic Crystal Screens.

The entire command center was deathly silent.

All the devils widened their eyes, unable to believe that the invincible Lord Baal in their eyes could be severely wounded by an attack from a native world.

"That... that gray Sword Qi, what is it?" a Lieutenant asked with a parched voice.

"I don't know... but that aura makes me feel... like I've encountered a natural enemy." Another demon general, known for his Soul attacks, trembled uncontrollably.

"Lord Baal... seems to be heavily injured."

"Should we... continue the attack?"

A fatal question was raised.

Indeed, should they continue?

Their supreme commander, a powerhouse at the Great Perfection of Soul Transformation Stage, had been severely injured by a single bizarre attack. If they rushed in, wouldn't they just be throwing their lives away?

"Let's retreat! This world is too strange! We must take the intelligence back and report it to Your Majesty the Devil Emperor!" a demon general immediately proposed.

This proposal received the approval of most of the demon generals.

They were here to conquer and plunder, not to die.

However, Baal, in the center of the battlefield, heard the discussions within the flagship clearly.

Retreat?

He, Baal, the great Seventh Demon General, would order a retreat just because he was wounded in a battle to conquer a native world?

If this news reached the Demon Realm, he would become the laughingstock of the entire Star-Devouring Demon Clan! Your Majesty the Devil Emperor would never forgive him!

No! He absolutely could not retreat!

Endless humiliation and rage overwhelmed the fear in his heart.

Baal's crimson demonic eyes stared intently at Chu He, a hideous and crazed expression appearing on his face.

"You forced me! You forced me!!"

He let out a hysterical roar.

"Today, not only will I kill you, but I will also raze that city to the ground and turn everyone inside into my lowliest Demon Slaves!!"

As he spoke, Baal suddenly opened his mouth wide and spat out a drop of dark golden blood from the depths of his throat, radiating an aura of infinite evil and antiquity!

The moment this drop of blood appeared, the surrounding void began to distort and wail, as if unable to withstand the terrifying power it contained.

"blood of the demon god!"

Inside the flagship, a well-informed demon general cried out in shock.

That was the ultimate trump card bestowed by Your Majesty the Devil Emperor upon every Vanguard Demon General—a drop of essence blood containing the Devil Emperor's Origin power! After use, it could forcibly push the user's strength through a major Realm for a short period!

But the cost was equally immense; afterward, the user would fall into a long period of weakness, and their Foundation might even be damaged, preventing any further progress for the rest of their life!

No demon general would use this item unless it was a matter of life and death!

And now, Baal was clearly pushed to the brink!

"To force me to use the blood of the demon god, you can be proud of yourself!"

Baal's face was hideous as he swallowed the drop of dark golden blood in one gulp.

"Roar—!!!"

In the next moment, an indescribable, terrifying power exploded within his body!

His demonic body began to swell at a visible rate, with dark golden demonic runes emerging from beneath his skin. The horns on his head became thicker and more hideous, and he even tore through his flesh to grow a pair of massive bone wings that blotted out the sun!

The wound on his body caused by the Immortal-Slaying Sword Qi was actually forcibly suppressed by the overbearing power of the blood of the demon god; although it hadn't healed, it stopped worsening.

And his aura soared upward frantically, as if on a rocket!

Great Perfection of Soul Transformation Stage... Breakthrough!

A terrifying pressure that surpassed the Spirit Transformation Realm and touched the threshold of the Void Refining Stage swept out from him!

The entire Xuanhuang Continent trembled violently at this moment, as if in fear of the arrival of a forbidden existence.

"Hahahahaha!!"

Feeling the unprecedented power within his body, Baal let out a crazed laugh.

"Power! This is power!!"

He intoxicationly spread his arms, feeling the illusion that he could shatter stars with a single punch.

His crimson gaze once again locked onto Chu He and the Chu City behind him.

"Now, die for me!!"

Baal roared, flapping his wings, and his massive demonic body turned into a dark golden stream of light. Instead of attacking Chu He again, he crashed straight into the massive Starlight Curtain above Chu City!

He had changed his strategy!

He would first destroy this bizarre city and the weapon that could emit the terrifying Sword Qi, then slowly deal with Chu He!

Rumble!!!

A full-strength strike comparable to a powerhouse at the Void Refining Stage slammed heavily into the Great Array of Celestial Body Shifting!

The entire array let out an overburdened wail!

The brilliant curtain of light composed of billions of stars flickered violently, its radiance dimming at a visible rate.

Inside Chu City, everyone felt a terrifying pressure as if Mount Tai were pressing down on them.

Su Qingxue, who was presiding over the array, bore the brunt of it; she groaned as a trace of blood seeped from the corner of her mouth, her face instantly turning as pale as paper.

"Mother!"

Chu Ce cried out in alarm and hurriedly channeled his power without reservation to share the pressure.

"I'm fine!" Su Qingxue gritted her teeth, her gaze remaining firm. "This array can still hold!"

However, in the void, Baal's attacks did not stop.

"Break for me! Break! Break!!"

Like a madman, his fists rained down like raindrops, frantically striking the same spot on the Starlight Curtain!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Each impact made the array's tremors more intense.

Each impact made Su Qingxue's face even paler.

Inside Chu City, everyone's hearts leaped into their throats.

Watching the Starlight Curtain swaying under the violent attacks and the terrifying demon general who acted like a madman, Chu He's gaze finally turned completely cold.

He knew that this was already the limit of what the array could currently withstand.

His wife had done her best.

'The game should end now.'

Chu He whispered in his heart.

He slowly raised his head and looked at Baal, who was immersed in his powerful strength and unable to extricate himself, a trace of pity flashing in his eyes.

"You have forced my hand."

As his voice fell, an aura a hundred or even a thousand times more terrifying than when Baal had just broken through suddenly awakened from within Chu He's body!