Not far behind him was the person he cared about most—Liu Lanyan, so he was destined not to back down.
With him standing in front of her, it was impossible for anyone to break through his defenses and hurt Liu Lanyan.
Adding to the warriors of the Three Realms were King Jing of the Demon Realm, ten immortal souls of the Immortal Realm, and the elders of the Demon Realm who were still mobile. All of them charged forward like a roaring flood.
Such terrifying power had already spread outwards, and the demon realm not far away naturally sensed it faintly.
The people inside the royal city still believed that there was a great war between the three realms, and without receiving orders, they could only wait in the demon realm.
As for inside Wuchen Residence, An Yi and the others were almost going crazy.
They surrounded one person, glaring fiercely at that guy—Peng Zhen—as if they wanted to skin him alive and tear him apart.
“Staring at me like that won’t do any good.” Peng Zhen helplessly spread his hands. “The Lord’s order is that no one is allowed to leave Wuchen Residence. Do you intend to disobey?”
“The situation outside is very chaotic. Let’s go out and take a look. What if the Lord needs help?” An San paced back and forth nervously.
"Stop!" An Yi shouted, unable to bear it any longer, which brought An San a pleasant surprise. "Shall we go?" Let's go see how the Lord is doing.
An Yi couldn't help but frown and said something that almost made An San faint: "I feel dizzy."
After speaking, ignoring An San's twitching eyes, An Yi turned to look at Peng Zhen: "What exactly are you planning, Lord?"
Peng Zhen slowly shook his head and said truthfully, "If the Lord wants to resolve this himself, he can simply have us guard Wuchen Residence."
These are the Lord's original words. Peng Zhen can do nothing but obey orders.
"Just in case anything happens, we can at least help the Lord," An San said, still somewhat uneasy.
“The Lord must have his own plans,” An Yi said in a deep voice. He glanced at An San and gave only one order, just one word: “Wait.”
Since An Yi and Peng Zhen had both said so, no one else dared to object and waited anxiously in silence.
Of course, only they themselves know how anxious they are.
On the other side, the people of the Three Realms finally understood why the Demon God was called the Demon God.
Every gesture and movement exudes luxurious beauty.
Every movement was so perfect and gorgeous. There was not a trace of ostentation, yet it attracted everyone's attention and captivated everyone.
Perhaps some people in this world are truly destined to be favored by God, perfect in every way, from appearance to figure, and no one can compare to them in terms of temperament or strength.
All the warriors of the Three Realms were captivated by the unparalleled charm of the Demon God. Even though they knew he was their enemy, they couldn't help but admire him in secret.
Who can compare to such splendor and elegance?
Only those in the Three Realms who knew the truth were secretly trembling with fear.
Because they knew the true form of the demon god, and knew that he was once just an ordinary human man.
How did such perfection, such an unrefinable perfection, come about?
It was transformed after enduring countless life-or-death ordeals in the realm of despair, and after being tormented from the physical to the spiritual.
To understand how perfect the Demon God was at that moment, one can imagine how desperate he was in the Realm of Despair.
What kind of motivation allowed him to endure such inhuman pain and torment?
hatred!
Only hatred remains!
It was his unparalleled hatred for the Three Realms that kept the demon god going.
That heavy hatred had actually broken through the limits, both physically and spiritually.
The demon god cultivated and transformed while carrying this hatred in his heart.
He endured for a thousand years, all for the sake of seeking justice from the Three Realms.
Mo Yun sees nothing now; the soldiers of the Three Realms and the immortal souls are nothing to him.
He had survived the realm of despair, the days and nights he struggled in despair and collapse, so this oppression of death was nothing to him now.
With a swift movement, a surge of power swept out, and a large number of soldiers immediately fell.
With a casual grab, a corpse was tossed into the air, blocking the immortal soul's attack. He then struck out with his palm, delivering a blow to the immortal soul.
Without even thinking, without changing position, he slid his arm down and killed the soldier who was about to approach him.
At this moment, Mo Yun no longer seemed to be killing. His movements were so perfect that even when he was killing, there was no cruel fear, but rather a sense of beauty.
This feeling wasn't just shared by one or two people; the Demon Lord and the others had strange expressions on their faces, suggesting that they all had this peculiar feeling in their hearts.
She was dressed in white, her clothes stained with a few splashes of bright red, like winter plum blossoms blooming on her snow-white robe.
Her black hair flew wildly, dancing in the air in magnificent arcs with the movements of the demon god, yet remaining perfectly in place.
With his handsome face and a smile on his lips, he was clearly a refined gentleman, yet in this battlefield where blood flowed like a river, he was like a terrifying banner summoning souls, making people tremble with fear.
Every movement carries the risk of death, and every burst of force results in a splash of bright red blood.
The demon god's lips were constantly turned up, but that warm smile slowly drained the warmth from everyone present, leaving their hands and feet icy cold and inexplicably shivering.
Even with torches for illumination, the sky remained dark, and a strong wind whipped up the flames, causing them to flicker erratically.
In this intermittent light and darkness, everyone had a strange feeling.
Are they still alive?
Why do they now have a terrifying feeling of being in hell?
The people around the demon god were still the same people. It wasn't that no one rushed forward, but rather that those who rushed forward were mercilessly killed by the demon god's power before they could even get close.
Some of the corpses didn't even have time to revert to their original forms before being thrown far away by the power of the demon god.
Therefore, despite the long and long attack, the area around the demon god remained clean, with only some bloodstains that were quickly frozen after splashing onto the ground.
The Demon Emperor frowned as he watched. If things continued like this, the people of the Three Realms would be no match for them.
Is this kind of tit-for-tat strategy effective against a demon god?
The Demon Lord felt the same unease. If it weren't for protecting the Demon Realm and Yu Lijing, he really wouldn't want to be enemies with the Demon God.
However, the grudges between the Three Realms and the Demon Gods could not be resolved in a few words. Therefore, even though they knew that this great battle would be very difficult and that they had little chance of winning, they still had to fight it.
The Venerable One noticed the worries of both the Demon Emperor and the Demon Lord. While carefully observing the battle situation ahead, she spoke in a voice that only they could hear: "Why are you two worried? This time, with the three realms united, do you think we have no chance of winning?"
The Demon Emperor and the Demon Lord exchanged a glance, both silently wryly smiling to themselves.
They genuinely felt they had little chance of winning.
If they hadn't been forced by circumstances to do so, they really wouldn't want this great war.
"Don't worry, you've forgotten something. It's getting late, almost 9 PM." The Venerable One curled her lips into a smile. Even if it was just a "rumor," she would rather believe it.
"Hai Shi (9-11 PM)?" The Demon Lord was slightly taken aback, then remembered the statement that was very unfavorable to the Demon God, and hesitated for a moment before asking, "Is that believable?"
"Whether it's believable or not, I don't know, but..." His Highness stared at the Demon God with a complicated expression, "Hasn't the Demon God been attacking for so long, and noticed that his speed has slowed down a little bit?"
"What if the Lord's power hasn't completely disappeared by 9 PM?" This was the Demon Lord's biggest worry. If the rumors were unreliable, they would have no chance of winning.
“Look at the position of the Venerable One.” The Venerable One raised an eyebrow and said, not caring whether the Demon Emperor and the Demon Lord were really watching, and continued to speak to himself, “He hasn’t changed his position since just now, and he hasn’t retreated even half a step. He is determined to protect Liu Lanyan.”
"At the hour of Hai (9-11 PM), if the Lord's power weakens even slightly, we will strike together and capture Liu Lanyan." The Venerable One sneered, "Doesn't he care about Liu Lanyan? Let's see if he'll die for her!"
The Demon Emperor was startled by the Venerable One's cold and ruthless words. He stared at the Venerable One in disbelief and asked, "Isn't Liu Lanyan the reincarnation of your junior sister, Venerable One? And yet..."
"He's already dead, so what does reincarnation matter? Besides, even after reincarnation, he's still entangled with that person. Such a person doesn't deserve to be a member of the Immortal Realm at all." The Venerable coldly interrupted the Demon Emperor, his face filled with indescribable disgust.
The Demon Emperor said nothing, it seems the situation is getting more and more complicated.
The Demon Emperor looked at Liu Lanyan, who was being well protected by the Demon God behind him. Should he tell the Venerable One that Liu Lanyan's strength was actually quite good?
However, thinking of the Venerable One's ruthless and cold-hearted appearance, the Demon Emperor still rejected the idea.
Even if they manage to kill the Demon God now, once the Three Realms recover, the Immortal Realm's next target will be the Demon and Monster Realms.
He had no reason to leave such a huge problem for his demon realm.
If the Demon God and the Venerable One could perish together, that would be the best outcome.
While everyone's attention was focused on the Demon God, no one noticed that Liu Lanyan, standing not far behind the Demon God, was lost in thought.
At first, Liu Lanyan simply watched the scene unfold before her quietly. But as she watched, everything seemed to become hazy, as if veiled by a thin layer of gauze, making it difficult for her to distinguish who was who.
In particular, some strange memories gradually surfaced in her mind, overlapping with the situation before her, making it impossible for her to distinguish which were real and which were fake.
Her head throbbed slightly, and long-forgotten memories slowly surfaced. The floodgates of memory opened, taking her back to those bygone years, to the most beautiful and happiest time of her life.
From the time she could remember, life around her was cold and lifeless; all she did all day was cultivate.
Then she was instilled with a lot of ideas by her senior brothers and sisters, who told her not to pay attention to other people outside the Immortal Realm and to protect the Immortal Realm properly.
These things are really annoying.
All are life, so why divide them into different classes?
She couldn't understand.
I remember asking my senior sister when I was very young, and the answer I got was a very painful slap, and that I had to kneel in the main hall for three days and three nights.
When she got up, she couldn't even stand up straight. After that, she learned her lesson.
On the surface, she echoed her senior sister's words and became the obedient junior sister in everyone's eyes.
Actually, when no one is watching her, she always sneaks out to play.
Her master had said before that she had great potential, but because she was too playful, her skills were the worst.
She doesn't care.
Why do we need to be so strong?
It's completely useless.
Everyone was fine, so why did they have to fight?
Of course, she could only think such thoughts in her heart; she would never say them aloud again.
She didn't want to be punished.
Originally, she thought her ideas were unconventional.
Little did I know I'd run into him.
His smile is so warm; he doesn't have that tense, hostile look that those people have.