C53 The Four Great Demon Kings!

Chen Guo declared, "A mere demon spouting such grandiose nonsense – he truly has no idea of his own insignificance compared to the vastness of the heavens and the earth! Stand back, everyone. I'll handle this one myself."

While Zhou Tao and the others had been somewhat effective against the previous monsters, they stood little chance against the newly arrived Palace Painting Demon.

The disparity in combat power was simply too vast.

Although numbers can sometimes compensate for a lack of strength, with only nineteen of us here, it wouldn't amount to much.

Thus, Chen Guo resolved to take on the demons single-handedly.

Acknowledging they would only hinder the fight, Zhou Tao and the rest stepped aside, resigned to being mere spectators.

City Lord Dugu warned, "Young Hero, beware his brush – it can conjure illusions so convincing, you'll struggle to tell them apart from reality."

No sooner had City Lord Dugu's words faded than the Palace Painting Demon sprang into action, his brush dancing through the air as he began to paint.

The demon swiftly created several duplicates of himself, and through a flurry of transformations, concealed his true form among them.

His illusions, identical to him, also brandished their brushes, spawning even more phantoms.

One became two, two became three, three became six, and within moments, the arena was swarming with over a thousand illusory duplicates.

"My illusions are boundless, my brushwork inexhaustible. Destroy one, and another will take its place," the horde of phantoms proclaimed in unison. "Unless you can find my real body, which you'll find impossible!"

Chen Guo and Zhou Tao couldn't help but chuckle at the Palace Painting Demon's boast.

Despite the thick swarm of phantoms, their data-enhanced vision laid bare the truth:

"Palace Painting Demon's phantom, Level 19 monster, combat strength: 500..."

"Palace Painting Demon's phantom, Level 19 monster, combat strength: 500..."

"Palace Painting Demon, Level 19 boss, combat strength: 10,000..."

What the Palace Painting Demon prided himself on was rendered utterly laughable before the clarity of the system's data-driven sight. Amid the sea of figures, the true data of the Palace Painting Demon stood out starkly – a dazzling 10,000 amidst the 500s. To anyone not visually impaired, it was as clear as day.

Certainly, even without the system's data-enhanced vision, Chen Guo was confident in his ability to identify the true form of the Palace Painting Demon.

Chen Guo had mastered the complete Celestial Spell, which allowed him to keenly sense the subtle differences in an enemy's aura. By analyzing these auras, he could instantly pinpoint the Palace Painting Demon's true body.

The skills of the Palace Painting Demon were flashy and complex, yet ultimately insignificant.

"What's so funny?" The Palace Painting Demon was taken aback to see everyone laughing.

"We're laughing at your innocence!" Chen Guo retorted. With the Flying Thunder God Art, he materialized behind the Palace Painting Demon in a flash, and the Kingslayer blade plunged mercilessly into his kidney—Kidney Strike!

"Ah!" The Palace Painting Demon let out a horrific scream, as one of his spirits was severed. In a desperate move, he shifted his position with his illusions, crying out in alarm, "How did you discern my real body?"

Chen Guo replied coolly, "Your true form stands out like a firefly in the dark; it's visible even to the blind."

"Is that so? I don't believe you!" The Palace Painting Demon hissed through clenched teeth.

"Do you believe it now?" Chen Guo said, and once more he appeared behind him, driving the Kingslayer into his kidney again.

The Palace Painting Demon shifted his position yet again, but his complexion had turned deathly pale. He was forced to draw on the malevolent energy around him to heal his wounds.

Half of his life force had been depleted. Another strike from Chen Guo would surely be fatal.

"Retract!" Realizing the gravity of the situation, the Palace Painting Demon could no longer maintain his composure and quickly retracted his illusions.

These illusions, seemingly crafted from ink, were actually manifestations of his magical essence. By pulling them back into himself, he effectively reclaimed his magical essence, aiding significantly in the healing of his wounds.

"Dugu Tianfang, you've certainly brought a formidable ally this time. I'm no match for him, but I'm not without my own allies!" the Palace Painting Demon declared loudly. "You three, do you plan to just stand by and watch? The invader is strong, and I cannot handle him alone. We must unite our efforts! We cannot let the invader disrupt our Master, or we will all suffer the consequences!"

No sooner had the Palace Painting Demon's voice faded than three figures emerged from the blood mist, each absorbing the eerie fog and the malevolent aura. Their arrival caused the blood mist and killing aura before everyone to significantly diminish.

"I wouldn't mind having a little fun with them!" declared a Sheep Head Taoist clad in a yellow robe, his voice tinged with an odd inflection. "Their strength is formidable, making them perfect offerings for our master!"

The sight of a human body topped with a sheep's head was unsettling and bizarre. The onlookers couldn't help but think that this must indeed be the so-called Sheep Head Taoist.

Curiosity piqued, they checked the stats:

Sheep Head Taoist Xu Hongji, a Level 20 boss monster with a combat strength of 12,000...

"I'll be the one to cut them down!" boomed a headless general clad in dark armor, brandishing his saber. His voice rang out strong and clear, his steps heavy. Each movement he made clanged like metal, causing the very ground to tremble.

Despite lacking a head, the general's towering, muscular frame stood over two meters tall, a testament to his formidable presence in life.

Headless General Li Maozhen, a Level 21 boss monster with a combat strength of 15,000...

"And now, for a bit of play!" The last to speak was a monstrous figure resembling a small mountain.

This creature was revolting, assembled from the remains of numerous fallen warriors, its body a patchwork of stitches. The chest bore the outline of buttocks, a human face was etched into the abdomen, and a myriad of arms sprouted from its back, fingers bristling with countless eyes.

Such a grotesque and nauseating being sent shivers down the spine.

Roshan, a rare elite boss, Level 25, with a combat strength of 25,000.

After surveying the scene, it became clear that the Palace Painting Demon, with a combat strength of just 10,000, was the weakest link. The Sheep Head Taoist was marginally stronger, with the headless general a notch above in might.

Yet it was Roshan who stood out as the most repulsive, and simultaneously, the most powerful, boasting a Level 25 status and an impressive combat strength of 25,000!

Zhou Tao and the rest were petrified with fear.

"This place is beyond our league; these four are veritable Demon Kings. Any single one of them could decimate our Jade Void Temple with ease!"

"We might stand a chance against ordinary monsters, but facing these four Demon Kings, we're practically ants!"

"I was terrified, but seeing Boss Guangcheng's resolute figure bolstered my courage, or else I would've actually wet myself!"

The faces of those around were pale as death. It was fortunate that Chen Guo took the lead to stand against the four Demon Kings; without him, they would have been so frightened they'd wet themselves and fled in utter panic.