Then he took two steps back slightly, indicating that everyone could begin.
Now that everything is prepared, there's nothing to hesitate about.
The first to rush forward was the white wolf from the demon realm, who went straight for King Jing without the slightest hesitation.
The white wolf is very clever. In any case, King Jing has a physical form, which makes it much easier to attack him.
When the King of Jing saw the white wolf charging towards him like an arrow, he calmly raised his hand, and a black mist shot out from his palm, directly attacking the white wolf.
The black fog was thick, and it seemed to be mixed with some kind of wailing sound, like the lamentation of ten thousand ghosts, which made people's scalps tingle and their hands and feet turn cold.
They all thought to themselves, "As expected of something from the Demon Realm, it truly harbors deep resentment."
The white wolf nimbly dodged and pounced directly on the black mist at a speed that was beyond the human eye's ability to perceive.
A sharp pain shot through his shoulder, and King Jing instinctively retreated hastily. Looking down, he saw several claw marks on his shoulder.
Without a second thought, King Jing threw a punch. With a bang, the figure of the white wolf appeared in the void, and it was knocked backward.
The white wolf landed and, without even having time to recover, continued its attack.
Just as the white wolf leaped up, the immortal soul arrived nearby, and a stream of immortal power descended from above, covering the white wolf completely.
The white wolf didn't dodge at all; it was too sudden. He was directly enveloped by the immortal power and was knocked down from mid-air with a "poof."
Under the cover of immortal power, they had no idea what had happened to the white wolf. Neither the immortal soul nor King Jing made any rash moves, neither of them believing that the secret power specially prepared by the demon lord would be defeated so easily.
The immortal soul withdrew its immortal power, and King Jing prepared to attack immediately.
Unfortunately, as soon as the immortal power was withdrawn, both the immortal soul and King Jing were dumbfounded. There was nothing under the immortal power; it was completely empty.
Upon seeing this, King Jing and the Immortal Soul reacted in the same way, leaping up from the ground and quickly ascending.
Just as the Immortal Soul and King Jing leaped up, a force suddenly swept across the spot where they had just been standing, like a sharp broadsword sweeping across.
Even as the immortal soul and King Jing leaped up, the terrifying power still sent chills down their spines.
The two men tensed up; if they hadn't dodged, that blow would have cut them in half at the waist.
The Demon Emperor watched quietly from the side, pondering the power of the Three Realms. He was aware of the strength of the evil spirits, but he was no longer confident about the immortal souls of the Immortal Realm.
Once the immortal soul gained consciousness, it could no longer estimate based on what it knew before.
And what is this white wolf from the demon realm?
It appears to be a physical entity, but it suddenly disappears and reappears. What is going on with this extremely fast speed that is far beyond the range of vision?
The Demon Emperor chuckled inwardly, thinking to himself, "It seems that each of the three realms has a trump card up its sleeve."
Neither the Demon Emperor, the Demon Lord, nor the Venerable One spoke, their gazes calmly fixed on the White Wolf Immortal Soul and the King of Thorns locked in a chaotic battle.
It must be said that this battle was much more intense than the previous one between the soldiers.
Despite being only three people, the power generated by their battle occasionally leaked outwards, stirring up the surrounding area and forcing the Demon Lord and the others to use their power to neutralize the aftershocks of their attacks.
Inside the Wuchen Residence in the royal city, Liu Lanyan sat in her room without moving, watching the sun rise higher and higher and slowly move westward, her heart clenching with anxiety.
Although she can't hear or see anything now, she can imagine how fierce the fighting outside must be.
I wonder what's going on up ahead.
"Don't worry, it's alright." Mo Yun leaned over and gently embraced Liu Lanyan, pulling her into his arms.
"Has someone attacked the barrier of the demon realm?" Liu Lanyan looked up from the demon god's arms and asked worriedly.
Mo Yun chuckled and gently tapped Liu Lanyan's forehead: "No, don't worry."
Liu Lanyan lowered her head and remained silent.
Mo Yun was very worried about Liu Lanyan's anxious expression. He released her, sat down opposite her, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"
Liu Lanyan touched her chest. Since morning, she had felt uneasy, as if something was about to happen.
"I feel uneasy, like something is going to happen."
Liu Lanyan bit her lip and murmured to herself. She had never felt this way before, and it made her very uncomfortable.
Lost in her own thoughts, Liu Lanyan didn't notice that Mo Yun's eyes darkened. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Lanyan, don't worry. You're just too worried about the demon realm, that's why you're uneasy."
"You have to believe me, everything will be alright." Mo Yun smiled gently, raising an eyebrow as he asked, "What, don't you trust my abilities?"
"Of course I believe it." Liu Lanyan answered quickly, without even thinking, she believed in the Demon God one hundred percent.
"So, don't overthink it." Mo Yun gently patted Liu Lanyan's hand, held her small hand, and comforted her, "When it's my turn to step in, I'll handle it quickly, nothing will happen."
"Hmm." With the Demon God's assurance, Liu Lanyan seemed to be able to feel a little more at ease.
Maybe she's just overthinking it.
As the sun began to set further west, the battle below had long since ended, but some warriors still lived in the Three Realms.
Living like that is nothing more than collapsing on the ground and gasping for breath.
The situation in the isolated space floating in mid-air also didn't yield any good results.
The people who had been fighting together had long since split up in three directions, staring at each other with hostility and vigilance.
All three were in a sorry state, having exhausted their strength after several hours of fighting.
The white wolf's beautiful white fur was now stained with blood, and in some places, the fur was burned off, as if it had been torn off alive. It was panting heavily with its tongue hanging out.
With its front paws lowered, it is ready to strike at any moment.
The King of Jing was also not feeling well. His clothes were torn, and a deep wound that reached the bone was gaping out in a gruesome manner. The bleeding had been stopped, but the wound showed no signs of healing.
Fortunately, as an evil spirit, he doesn't feel much pain.
His chest heaved violently, clearly indicating that he was also quite exhausted after the fierce battle.
As for the immortal soul, since it has no physical form, there were naturally no bloodstains. However, judging from its somewhat ethereal figure, it was clear that it had also expended a considerable amount of power.
It was a battle that exhausted all our strength; we could say it was a draw.
The Demon Emperor remained silent, simply observing. In this alliance, their Demon Realm still prioritized the Immortal Realm.
The Venerable One glanced at the three people who were about to exhaust their last bit of strength, then looked up and his gaze fell on the Demon Lord: "It seems that the Demon Realm has not wasted these thousand years."
She could see it clearly: the white wolf was evenly matched with the evil spirits of the demon realm and the immortal souls of the immortal realm. It seemed that the demon realm was much stronger than she had imagined.
The Demon Lord did not respond to what the Venerable One had said, as he was still worried about something else.
The Demon Lord's thoughtful gaze lingered on the Immortal Soul, which made the Venerable one smile with pride: "It seems the Demon Lord is not a fool after all."
The Demon Lord narrowed his eyes, his heart skipped a beat, and he knew it.
Inside the Demon Realm's royal city, Liu Yechang strolled into the courtyard and wandered around casually.
The servants in the Liu residence saw him and looked at their young master with curiosity. In the dead of winter, there was nothing interesting to see in the courtyard. What was he wandering around for?
Liu Yechang didn't care about other people's reactions at all. He slowly paced around the courtyard. After walking for a while, he suddenly looked up and asked, "Where is the young lady?"
A maid who happened to be passing by quickly reported, "The young lady has gone out."
Liu Yechang nodded and said nothing more.
Seeing that Liu Yechang had given no further instructions and continued with his work, the maid couldn't help but wonder, "What's wrong with this young master?"
That's so strange.
Liu Yechang strolled out of the Liu residence, and the servants guarding the gate did not dare to stop him.
Although it is very dangerous outside the demon realm, the master did not tell the young master and young lady not to go out when he left, so they could only watch Liu Yechang leave.
Liu Yechang walked down the street, but there was no one there at all.
Knowing that the immortal and demon realms are attacking the demon realm, who would still come out and recklessly wander the streets?
Therefore, Liu Yechang was an anomaly on the street.
He walked slowly, taking small steps forward, and finally stopped at the corner.
There is a teahouse not far ahead.
Unlike other shops with their doors tightly closed, the teahouse's doors were open, just like it was doing business normally on a regular day.
The only difference was that the entire teahouse was deserted; even the waiters had vanished without a trace.
Looking up, he saw a familiar face sitting on the second floor by the window, leisurely sipping tea.
He knew this person all too well; they lived together every day, so it was impossible for him not to know her. It was none other than his eldest sister, Liu Xinya.
Liu Yechang paused only briefly before Liu Xinya, who was sitting by the window on the second floor, saw him and raised her teacup in a gesture of respect.
Liu Yechang stepped forward and entered the teahouse, going directly to the second floor. He walked to Liu Xinya's table, casually pulled out a chair, and sat down.
"It seems we all share the same goal." Liu Xinya put down her teacup, completely different from her usual self. Both her demeanor and tone of voice made her seem like a different person.
"It's just one more obstacle." Liu Yechang stared at Liu Xinya, his gaze clearly not on his own sister, but on an enemy.
"People from the Immortal Realm are indeed cunning," Liu Xinya said with a slight smile and a nod.
"The Demon Realm isn't bad either," Liu Yechang said coldly, discussing a topic only the two of them could understand.
"In that case, let's rely on our own abilities and see who takes over the demon realm first!" After saying that, Liu Xinya leaped out of the window.
As soon as I landed on the street, I immediately felt a chilling atmosphere.
What happened?
Liu Xinya frowned and warily scanned every corner of the street.
Suddenly, a large army of demon spirits surged out from the entrance of the street, alleys, and some houses. The aura emanating from each of them surprised Liu Xinya. These people were much stronger than ordinary demon spirit armies.
A man slowly walked out from the front. Liu Xinya stared at the man she didn't know very well and slowly called out his name: "Su Hanhao?"
Liu Xinya was shocked; she was genuinely surprised.
She vaguely remembered that Su Hanhao was Elder Su's son, but this person didn't usually show any outstanding performance, so why would he come here to besiege them?
Could it be that her whereabouts had already been leaked?
"Gentlemen, please come with me to another place to rest. We can talk again when the Demon Lord returns, how about that?" Su Hanhao smiled faintly, as polite as ever. However, he now exuded a murderous aura, sharp as a knife.
Liu Xinya smiled coldly, her mind racing, and she understood: "It seems that we underestimated the Demon Lord."
Since things have come to this point, what else is there to say?
Direct confrontation.