Chapter 47: The Wrath of the Demon God

The Demon God, whose mountain - like towering figure seemed capable of holding up the sky, suddenly shuddered, as if struck by an invisible bolt of lightning. In its huge, red eyes that seemed to burn with the flames of hell, for the first time ever, a hint of fear emerged. Since its birth in the endless darkness of the abyss, this Demon God had always ruled the evil realm with absolute power and terrifying coercion. In its eyes, everything in the world was as insignificant as an ant, and humans were even more fragile and negligible. With just a gentle wave of its claw, it could crush them into powder. However, at this moment, Lin Yu's seemingly ordinary yet extremely powerful sword strike was like a sharp ray of light that pierced directly into its perception, making it truly feel a deadly threat, as if there was a high - hanging blade aimed at its vital point.

It didn't dare to show the slightest bit of contempt. Its huge body immediately made an instinctive defensive reaction. It quickly raised its arm, which was as thick as a giant pillar. The muscles on the arm bulged high, like hard rocks. Each muscle seemed to contain endless power, as if with a slight exertion, it could level a small hill. It was like a panicked giant desperately trying to protect itself. In this life - and - death moment, it completely lost its former arrogance and calmness, leaving only the most primitive survival instinct.

There was a deafening bang, as if the sky and the earth were splitting apart. The whole world seemed to be pressed on the pause button by an invisible big hand in an instant, falling into a deathly stillness. The sound was ear - splitting, like the tolling of the doomsday bell. Sound waves spread out in visible ripples in all directions. Wherever they passed, huge rocks were shattered into countless small stones that splashed everywhere; towering trees were uprooted, swaying helplessly like fragile grass in the strong wind, and then fell heavily to the ground, raising a large cloud of dust. Lin Yu's sword had cut a deep wound on the Demon God's arm. Black blood gushed out from the wound like a black fountain, carrying a disgusting stench as if it had wafted out from the Nine Nether Hells. The stench filled the air, making people feel nauseous. When the blood splashed onto the ground, it made a "sizzling" sound, as if the earth couldn't bear the erosion of this evil blood. Black pits quickly appeared on the ground, emitting a pungent black smoke, as if the earth was struggling in pain after being burned by the demon's blood, making a silent wail.

The Demon God, in pain, let out an angry roar. The roar was like the howl of the angriest evil ghost from the depths of hell, full of endless pain and fury. Wherever the sound reached, the air was distorted. The sand and stones on the battlefield were like being controlled by an invisible giant hand, being rolled up into the sky one after another, forming huge whirlpools. It was as if the end of the world had come, with howling winds and flying sand and rocks, making the entire battlefield tremble violently, as if it might collapse and disintegrate at any moment. Its attacks became even more crazy and fierce. Like a completely enraged beast, it lost its mind, its eyes blood - red, baring its teeth and brandishing its claws as it pounced towards the coalition forces. Each attack carried endless killing intent. Its palm instantly turned into a huge black claw, each claw as sharp as a blade, glinting with a cold light, and it fiercely grabbed at the coalition forces, as if it wanted to mercilessly tear everything in front of it into pieces to vent its hatred. The violent power was like a surging black tide. Wherever it passed, the space was torn apart, making people tremble with fear, as if the shadow of death had spread its huge wings, enveloping the entire battlefield.

Lin Yu and the others were caught off - guard by the Demon God's crazy counter - attack and were all injured to varying degrees. Their bodies were like delicate flowers being mercilessly battered by a storm, tottering in the wind and rain, extremely fragile. Some were directly hit by the Demon God's attack, flying backwards like a kite with a broken string, falling heavily to the ground, spitting out blood, their faces as pale as paper, and their breaths weak; some were sent flying by the powerful force, hitting the huge rocks, and the sound of broken bones was clearly audible, a tragic sight; and some were eroded by the evil aura, their bodies starting to tremble uncontrollably, their consciousness gradually blurring, as if they had fallen into an endless abyss of darkness and couldn't extricate themselves. But they still tenaciously persisted, and no one chose to retreat. They were like a group of heroic soldiers firmly holding their positions, preferring death to surrender. Their eyes revealed firmness and determination. That gaze was like a flame burning in the darkness, bright and blazing, shining with an unyielding light in the darkness. Even though their bodies were severely damaged and their strength was constantly fading, the belief in their hearts was like a towering mountain, unwavering. Despite being seriously injured, they used their remaining strength to tightly grip the weapons in their hands. The weapons were covered with blood and dust, looking mottled and vicissitudes, but still held firmly. They were ready to face the more violent attacks of the Demon God. Their figures seemed so small under the Demon God's overwhelming shadow, like a drop in the ocean, yet so great, exuding an awe - inspiring light.

While struggling to resist the Demon God's attacks, with each resistance feeling like bearing a thousand - jun weight, his body on the verge of collapse, Lin Yu gritted his teeth and persevered by relying on his tenacious will. At the same time, he was rapidly thinking of countermeasures in his mind. His eyes revealed calmness and firmness, as if he had found a glimmer of order in this chaotic battlefield that was like a living hell, and a glimmer of hope in this desperate situation. During the intervals of the Demon God's crazy attacks, enduring the pain, with his keen insight and extraordinary calmness, he keenly observed that the wound on the Demon God seemed to be one of its weaknesses, like a fatal crack in a solid fortress. The black blood continuously gushing out from the wound seemed to be a leakage point of the Demon God's power. If they could keep attacking there, perhaps they could find an opportunity to defeat it. It was like seeing a glimmer of dawn in the boundless darkness of despair. Although this glimmer of dawn was as weak as a candle in the wind, it gave him and the coalition forces the courage and motivation to continue the battle, allowing them to see a glimmer of hope in this dark abyss and not be completely devoured by despair.

So, Lin Yu endured the pain in his body. The pain was like countless steel needles piercing through his body, and every movement was like dancing on the tip of a knife. But he gritted his teeth tightly, and beads of sweat as big as beans rolled down his forehead, mixing with the blood and blurring his eyes, yet he completely ignored it. He loudly commanded the members of the coalition force team. His voice became hoarse due to the effort, like the sound of a worn - out bellows, but it was full of power and determination. In this noisy and chaotic battlefield, it was particularly clear and powerful. He was like a group of experienced and goal - oriented hunters who had found the vital point of their prey in this desperate situation. Without hesitation, he commanded everyone to concentrate their firepower on attacking the Demon God's wound. After hearing the order, the coalition forces cheered up. They supported each other, their eyes revealing firm beliefs. They exerted their last strength, and various spells and weapons, carrying the hatred and hope of everyone, turned into rays of light and sharp attacks, and unrelentingly launched attacks towards the Demon God's wound.

With their unremitting efforts, the wound on the Demon God gradually expanded. The black blood kept flowing out, pooling on the ground to form a black blood pool, emitting a pungent smell, like a swamp exuding the breath of death. The Demon God's power also began to weaken. Its attack speed became sluggish. The attacks that were originally as swift as lightning now became slow and weak; the power of the attacks was no longer as strong as before, like a leaking balloon gradually losing its inflation power. The aura that was originally so powerful as to make people despair also began to weaken. Its roars were no longer so deafening, as if it was a giant at the end of its tether, making a last - ditch struggle. Each roar seemed so weak and empty. This gave the coalition forces a glimmer of hope of victory. Although the light of hope was faint, it was like a beacon in the darkness, illuminating the path for them to continue the battle. They firmly believed that as long as they persisted, they would surely be able to defeat this evil Demon God, save the cultivation world they loved, and let this land regain its former peace and tranquility, and let the laughter and warm homes return to them once again.