Chapter 128 - Demon King Appears, Wasteland Sealed

Chapter 128: Chapter 126: Demon King Appears, Wasteland Sealed"Demon King Yan, you must pay for your crimes!" The Barbaric Bull was the first to speak, his voice like thunder, exploding in everyone’s ears.

Demon King Yan was not surprised by the sudden arrival of the three, instead, he swept his gaze disdainfully around and said, "Another three here to die." As long as he was on the wasteland plane, he was the strongest existence!

The Golden Lion addressed the three people, "You came too early. I still wanted to test his skills first."

"Tir, you better not act rashly. After all, you’re not on the same level as him." The older lion who had arrived was much older than the Golden Lion, exuding a terrifying aura tinged with a bit of age, clearly a senior to the Golden Lion.

"Uncle Barre, please don’t call me by my nickname anymore, it embarrasses me," Eferot requested somewhat helplessly.

"Hahaha, fine, Tir. I’ll definitely change next time." The old lion ended the conversation with Eferot and looked again at Demon King Yan, who stood arrogantly above the demonic court, and said, "It is time to seek revenge for the one hundred and thirty-eight billion citizens of the Luo Tian Realm."

Demon King Yan tilted his head with a trace of doubt, asking, "I’m curious, how did you know that Luo Tian Realm was my handiwork?"

"Hmph!" The ferocious ape sneered coldly, "Indeed, back then you used a supreme treasure to lock down the entire Luo Tian Realm, preventing any news from getting out, rendering the teleportation arrays ineffective. The empire spent thousands of years without discovering who was behind it."

"So how did you determine now that the Luo Tian massacre was my doing?"

"It was me." Facing Demon King Yan’s curiosity, Cui Xi suddenly emerged from the rear of the beastman army, "I gathered the evidence, and my father left the wasteland years ago because he inadvertently discovered the secret of the demon race’s origin."

"The Kanggelui family..." Demon King Yan’s eyes narrowed slightly. Although the Kanggelui family was not strong in combat, their brains were quite sharp. Their secret vault held countless important information of the demon race, both major and minor. It seemed he had underestimated this merchant family. Cui Xi felt her scalp tingling under Demon King Yan’s gaze, the stare of such a powerful force was truly uncomfortable. Luckily, Demon King Yan did not make things too difficult for her, retracting his gaze and saying, "Even if you know, so what. Things have come to this point, I wouldn’t mind turning the wasteland into a second Luo Tian Realm."

"Just try it!" The ferocious ape had lost his patience, directly summoning the true form of the beast god. A giant silver-haired ape clad in crimson battle armor grabbed a mighty iron rod and swung it down.

"With the suppression within the wasteland plane, what capital do you have to fight me?" Demon King Yan, flicking aside his usual pretense of weakness, lightly raised his hand and directly caught the ferocious ape’s attack, his form immovable.

"Too weak." Demon King Yan grasped the iron rod fiercely, swinging the ferocious ape up and throwing him out violently.

"Old Monkey!" The Barbaric Bull, seeing the ferocious ape fail, roared angrily, stomping heavily on the ground. From where the Barbaric Bull’s foot landed, the ground fractured inch by inch, with numerous blood-red Barbaric Bull shadows charging toward Demon King Yan.

"Annihilate!" Demon King Yan pointed a finger, the demonic qi inside him surged continuously, transforming into sinister demonic bats that instantly annihilated the Barbaric Bull shadows, then without losing momentum, headed straight for the real Barbaric Bull.

"Disperse for me!" The Barbaric Bull took a deep breath, and an ancient bull bellow came from the void, piercing through heaven and earth.

"Wasteland Heart, intercept!" Demon King Yan knew it was a means for his opponent to communicate with the Heavenly God, so he took out a pulsing mass of blood.

Under the guidance of the blood, the wasteland plane’s world seemed to suddenly come alive. For a moment, fierce winds surged and dark clouds tumbled in the sky, filling the shattered void broken by the Barbaric Bull with the will of the wasteland. The Barbaric Bull’s bellow gradually faded, losing its original power.

"You can control the plane?!" Although the Barbaric Bull had weathered countless storms, this scene was his first encounter. With a look of disbelief, the demonic bats struck repeatedly around the Barbaric Bull, forcing him back step by step and causing him to vomit blood.

"The wasteland is my domain; you will all die here today!" Under Demon King Yan’s control, the wasteland sky began to condense like water.

This was a plane seal, similar to the seal on the Luo Tian Realm. Under Demon King Yan’s control, the entire wasteland was now neither accessible nor breathable, completely becoming a cage.

In the void outside the wasteland, Tong Shuai watched the scene before him with a calm expression. Until the last crevice of the wasteland was fully covered, Tong Shuai let out a sigh, "Demon King Yan, do as you wish." After speaking, he turned, stepping onto the starry path and disappearing under the stars of All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds.

"Sealing a plane doesn’t matter, killing you solves everything." The Golden Lion didn’t worry at all, "Since you could seal Luo Tian Realm before, sealing the wasteland now was expected."

"Oh? What about this then?" Demon King Yan once again manipulated the mass of blood, a sense of inexplicable oppression suddenly looming over everyone’s mind.

"My level?!" Tong Ling and others were horrified to find their levels dropping, meaning that Demon King Yan’s maneuver had adjusted the level constraints of the wasteland, and now they were only at Second Transition Level One.

"How about it? Is it uncomfortable having your strength restricted again?" Demon King Yan laughed lightly, looking at the old lion and continued, "But I am not affected."

Afterwards, the strength of the Third Transition Peak burst forth suddenly, forming a stark contrast with the old lion’s declining power.

The old lion did not panic, "I understand that you can suppress my power on the wasteland, but I am curious how you did it in the Luo Tian Realm."

Demon King Yan chuckled, "Could it be that with my own strength, I would have met a match in the Luo Tian Realm?"

"Indeed." The old lion nodded, though Demon King Yan was still at the Third Transition Peak, his true strength had already reached the demigod level. Luo Tian Realm was already a great realm very close to the Continent of God’s Grace, with the level suppression at Third Transition Level Ten.

"Then how did you seal the Luo Tian Realm? Luo Tian is one of the Beastman Empire’s most important backyards. I don’t think you know Luo Tian better than the empire."

"It was this." Demon King Yan pointed to the mass of blood in his hand, "It’s the Heart Blood of the Holy Ancestor, which can help me temporarily control an entire plane."

"Thank you for enlightening me." The old lion was very satisfied with Demon King Yan’s answer, then added, "It is time to send you on your way."

"Send me on my way?" Demon King Yan wondered if this lion was foolish, with his strength already suppressed to the freezing point, where did he get such courage?

"You may not know yet," the old lion explained, "before I left, my brother especially entrusted me with the Heart of the Lion King. While I won’t speak of other functions for now, just shielding against plane suppression is something you should understand."

"Heart of the Lion King?" Demon King Yan had never heard of such a thing. After all, it was a heritage treasure of the Beastman Empire, even the Sacred Empire knew very little about this artifact, let alone him.

"Fine, then let me see how strong the Lion Heart Bloodline really is!" Demon King Yan raised his hand, sending countless demonic shadows to attack the old lion.

"Lion King Descent!" Under the protection of the supreme treasure, the old lion shuddered, and the aura of the Third Transition Peak erupted completely. The lion’s roar echoed through the sky, causing even the wasteland’s icy seal to tremble. Unfortunately, the power of the Beast God was ultimately intercepted by the wasteland’s will and couldn’t be projected down.

"Without the blessing of Divine Power, let’s see how much ability you can still display!" Demon King Yan stepped forward, shrunkenly appearing directly in front of the old lion, striking out with a punch.

The battle-hardened old lion was well prepared for Demon King Yan’s sudden assault. Although the halo of Divine Power was lost under the Lion King Descent, the bloodline power that emerged was still incredibly strong.

The old lion didn’t flinch at all, responding with a punch. As the two fists collided, they each stepped back a few paces. The old lion’s expression darkened, then he soared into the sky.

Demon King Yan laughed heartily, "The Lion Heart Bloodline is just so-so. If it weren’t for the will of the Continent of God’s Grace being too strong, it and Luo Tian Realm would have the same fate." With that, Demon King Yan pursued the old lion, and in the eyes of all, thunder boomed in the sky, the howling gale surging in waves.

"Your Royal Highness, Zhen Luo King, won’t you go help Prince Barre?" Cui Xi tentatively asked after sneaking behind the Golden Lion, glancing at Lu Hong who was oppressed and couldn’t move at all.

"Why?" The Golden Lion knew what Cui Xi meant; if the old lion lost, they would all die. Cui Xi was attempting to find out what reserve he had left.

"Rest assured, my Uncle Barre will not lose. Just now, if he hadn’t split his power to protect us and contain the aftermath of both parties’ battle, we might all be corpses by now." After speaking, the Golden Lion looked at the confused allied forces of the wasteland, wondering whether they should fight or not.

"Young Master Tong, what should we do?" The City Lords of the Demon City were momentarily at a loss, unsure whether to wait until His Majesty the Demon King finished fighting with the beastmen before continuing to battle, or to continue the fight now.

Tong Ling’s expression was grave; he did not directly answer the City Lords’ inquiry, but instead faced the Golden Lion and said, "Release Tu Kuru, and I may consider a temporary truce."

"Release him?" The Golden Lion lifted the immobile Lu Hong and said, "He can’t be released. If you want to fight, we can fight, but I’d advise you to hear a story before making a decision."

"A story?" Tong Ling turned his gaze to Cui Xi beside the Golden Lion and said, "Is she the one to tell it? In fact, I am also curious; what secret did your father discover?"

"It’s the secret of the origin of the demon race, but this origin doesn’t involve the three of them." Cui Xi took on Tong Ling’s inquiry and continued, "The bloodlines of our wasteland demons and Demon King Yan, the Water Demon King, and Tong Shuai are not of the same origin."

"What a joke, I am the son of Tong Shuai. How could my father and I have different bloodlines?"

Cui Xi nodded, "Are you sure you are the biological son of Tong Shuai?"

Faced with Cui Xi’s question, not only Tong Ling but also Tong Tang and Tong Ni stood up, reprimanding, "You better watch your words!"

"I’m merely speaking facts." Cui Xi, standing beside the Golden Lion, remained unfazed, beginning to tell a little-known past.