440: A fool's sudden inspiration can be the greatest help!

Centered on Lu Jiuyuan's location, the earth for thousands of miles in every direction sank a hundred feet all at once!

Within the coverage of the palm print, whether it was the ten million Demon Race army or those powerful Demon Race commanders... everything, absolutely everything.

Demon armor, bone spears, poisonous mist, demon souls, demon bodies, Law... under the crushing force of the giant palm formed by the Origin power of Lu Jiuyuan's inner world, all were reduced to fragments and then burned into crystals.

Wherever the golden light passed, ten thousand demons turned to ash.

When that golden giant palm covering thousands of miles slowly dissipated, turning into golden light spots across the sky and merging into the Void Realm.

In its place, only a huge, distinct palm print remained, a hundred feet deep with edges as smooth as a mirror.

Inside the palm print, everything was scorched black, with no trace of Devilish Qi remaining; even the filthy blood and Evil Qi that had originally soaked the earth were completely purified, leaving behind only a faint, warm redness and a strange, pure aura akin to the birth of all things.

The Guhong Sword was busy, very busy!

The nine Heavenly Demon Gods stood in the Void Realm, unharmed, looking at the ruins below.

That palm had simply swept past and through them, without any intention of fighting.

All the power was concentrated on those demon soldiers and commanders.

Lu Jiuyuan slowly lowered his right hand, his body swayed slightly, and a trickle of dark golden blood spilled from the corner of his mouth again.

He coughed violently a few times, a sickly flush appeared on his face, and his aura became chaotic and weak again, even worse than before; that palm strike just now seemed to have completely drained his last bit of strength.

He lay on the ground, breathing with difficulty, his gaze sweeping over the nine Heavenly Demon Gods in the Void Realm, revealing a tired and mocking smile: “Cough, cough... I told you... I'm fine... I'm just fine! Even if ten million more come, I can still kill them all...”

“You nine, do you dare to come down and fight me to the death?”

“Huhu... hurulu... lulu.”

“Him? Sleeping?”

“He's trying to trick us! He's waiting for us to attack, and then he'll kill us!”

In the Void Realm, the nine Heavenly Demon Gods stood at a height of a thousand feet, looking down at the center of the deep pit ruins below.

There, Lu Jiuyuan lay on his back, his chest rising and falling slightly, his eyes closed, his aura as weak as a candle in the wind.

He even emitted slight snoring sounds, with a trace of undried blood still hanging from the corner of his mouth, and the penetrating wound on his forehead remained hideous.

In this state, he looked every bit like a severely wounded person who was at the end of his rope and had passed out.

Yet the huge palm print ruins covering thousands of miles, the terrifying scene where ten million Demon Race troops evaporated instantly, leaving only red dots across the field, was like a loud slap, fiercely striking the faces of all the surviving Demon Race.

One palm! Just one palm! Wiping out ten million elites! How overbearing! How terrifying!

Even if he looked weak and vulnerable at this moment, not a single member of the Demon Race dared to treat him as a mere “severely wounded person” again.

“He... is he really asleep?”

A Lava Demon God, whose body was composed entirely of crimson lava and whose two horns were curved like volcanic craters, whispered in a muffled voice, flames of uncertainty flickering in its eyes.

“Impossible!” the Plague Devil Emperor immediately denied, its body shrouded in poisonous mist rising and falling slightly: “This scoundrel is as cunning as a fox and as ferocious as a wolf! This must be a lure! He is intentionally showing extreme weakness, even pretending to be unconscious, just to draw us close! That strange sword domain, and that palm strike just now... he definitely still has strength left!”

“Correct!” the Bone-Eroding Devil Emperor's multiple lizard heads spoke simultaneously, their voices overlapping and cold, “Look closely at his sword!”

The gazes of all the demon gods instantly focused on the Guhong Sword hovering beside Lu Jiuyuan.

They saw that simple, ancient long sword slowly circling Lu Jiuyuan's body on its own; its brilliance was restrained, yet faint grey-red halos flowed across the blade. It appeared to be guarding him autonomously, but in reality, it was greedily absorbing the refined, pure energy and Law fragments remaining in the palm print ruins! And the speed of its devouring was extremely fast.

“He is recovering!” said a Phantom Light Demon God, which had countless transparent wings on its back and resembled a giant moth: “From the moment he lay down, his declining aura naturally stabilized. Now it has started to rise slowly. Ying Sha is right; we really cannot give him time to rest.”

“But...” another Black Rock Demon God, whose body was covered in thick obsidian armor and possessed astonishing defensive power, hesitated and said: “How should we attack... What if he is really faking it, wouldn't approaching him be walking straight into a trap? Ying Sha's fate is right before our eyes!”

The nine Heavenly Demon Gods once again fell into a difficult dilemma.

Attack by force? The risk is too great. The power of Lu Jiuyuan's “Tathagata Palm” is too terrifying; no one knows if he can strike a second palm, or if he has other means to take us down with him.

“His palm strike just now wiped out all the soldiers and commanders, yet it didn't harm us at all. Was it because he didn't want to? Or couldn't he?” the Mother of Filth said.

“His goal seems to be focused more on the demon soldiers and commanders...” The other Heavenly Demon Gods looked at each other; it seemed to be indeed the case.

“He is absorbing the energy and Law that all the soldiers and commanders turned into? This kind of thing is too complex; not to mention the Human Race, even we of the Demon Race would never absorb it like that, as it would directly cut off our future path.”

“Perhaps there is something he needs that we do not know about!”

“How about we call in more troops to test him?”

“I have two main legions under my command, one million demons, currently rushing here at full speed!” the Plague Devil Emperor said in a deep voice: “My forces are also on the way, it will take time!”

“Then let's wait?” “Then let's wait!”

Eighty thousand people guarded the center, Lu Jiuyuan lay there sleeping soundly, and above the Void Realm, the will of the Dark Monarch stood high above, overlooking the entire battlefield.

“Devouring all power to replenish himself! His body is like a dried-up lake, urgently in need of energy to fill it! This dryness has reached a point where he is not picky about what he eats! His injuries are of no major consequence to him!”

“I am very curious, how powerful he will be after his power is filled to Perfection!”

Lu Jiuyuan's strength was not held in high regard by the Dark Monarch; this battle was merely a game.

Even if he were stronger, could he be stronger than an Avatar of a Supreme God? Could he be stronger than the Supreme God's true form? Even if he really became the fifth Supreme, what of it?

In the past, when the Xuanyuan Supreme was still alive, the Human Race had four Supremes. It could not change the fact that they were the lowest-ranking race. This Universe, in the end, belongs to the Supreme God; a lowly race, no matter how much they struggle, remains the lowliest race.

“I am very curious!” The Dark Monarch's grand and indifferent voice echoed directly in the Void Realm, as if proclaiming to the entire Universe.

“I want to see how much 'water' a thirsty 'lake' can swallow.”

“Transmit my will: Bloody Battle Plane - Zone 73, coordinates locked.”

“Decree: Abyss Demon Realm, the Third, Eighth, Twelfth, and Twenty-first Demon Disaster Legions, all troops set out immediately!”

“Blood River Demon Kingdom, Black Plague Demon Territory, Bone Wasteland... all Demon Race kingdoms in nearby planes that receive the mobilization order, immediately withdraw main legions and come across the planes!”

“In this battle, do not count losses, do not count the cost.”

“Objective: Feed him.”

“Then... at the moment he is most 'satisfied' and most 'inflated'... crush him.”