C1146 Like an Ant!

The individual in question is the Demon Phoenix of the Demon Palace!

Whether it be the Golden Elephant Ancient God, Cao Yi, or the Mighty Spirit King, none dare speak his name directly.

Instead, they refer to him with a title of respect.

The Demon Phoenix, founder of the Demon Palace, was already among the mightiest in the realm during the era when the Nagas reigned supreme.

Even the Dragon Gods, in their prime, showed deference to the Demon Phoenix.

Her lifespan, a lengthy and ancient one, saw her ally with the Human Race to bring the Nagas to their knees.

During the rise of the Divine Soul Sect, which commanded awe across the Outland Star River, they too held her in high esteem.

She was also a key conspirator in the overthrow of the Divine Soul Sect, collaborating with the three upper sects and the Devil Palace.

The Demon Phoenix has been a constant through the annals of history, maintaining her pinnacle position regardless of the shifting ages.

Her influence remains undiminished!

Given this exceptional being's high regard and trust for Yu Zhu, the Golden Elephant Ancient God leveraged her influence to convince Cao Yi, who, after a brief hesitation, acquiesced.

Cao Yi was honoring the venerable Demon Phoenix.

"I disagree!"

The voice of Mo Yan erupted from within the colossal Demon Corpse.

Cao Yi's arrival had put a temporary stop to Grec's resurrection ritual. Drawn into the Demon Corpse, the power within the Devil Blade that was dissolving the demonic energy vanished without a trace.

Mo Yan, wielding the Devil Blade, suddenly felt a weight lifted. He managed to reemerge through the hole in his forehead.

His Yang God form, enshrouded in a thin veil of blood mist, radiated a deep purple aura as his body, refined by pure demonic power, continued to fend off the toxic mist.

Having narrowly avoided disaster, Mo Yan stood atop the Kyara Demon Blade, his face darkened, eyes fixed on Yu Yuan.

"To think I'd encounter you again in the Outland Star River so soon," he said, his words laden with deep-seated resentment. "Back in Horror Land, I nearly ended up in the Fallen Moon Forbidden Area because of you. The mere memory sends shivers down my spine, and I've often wondered when I'd see you again—to witness your demise!"

"It's you."

Yu Yuan flashed a grin and shook his head, speaking with an air of nonchalance, "You probably won't witness my demise. You know, my perspective on you has shifted dramatically. Previously, with your Devil Palace heritage and being Zhu Zhen's son, I felt significant pressure. Confronting you weighed on my mood."

"But now..."

"Now what?" Mo Yan inquired.

"Now, you hardly seem worth the mention," Yu Yuan said, shaking his head and deliberately taunting him. "Perhaps it's because I've encountered increasingly formidable figures, making you, including your father, seem far less intimidating."

Indeed, his mindset had transformed.

The Devil Palace and the Demon Palace, once insurmountable and fearsome powers, no longer seemed invincible to him, thanks to the return of the Divine Soul Sect and his ties to it.

"Mo Yan, you say you disagree? What exactly do you disagree with?"

The Golden Elephant boomed a question at Mo Yan with a voice that could crack the cosmos.

"Great Demon God Greco, this blood crystal formed in my chest has drawn upon the residual power of the Gallow Demon Corpse," Mo Yan retorted with a huff. "Gallow was a demon practitioner from my Devil Palace! That blood crystal rightfully belongs to my Devil Palace, not Yu Zhu!"

"It belongs to the Devil Palace?"

Cao Yi, with a blood mass before him, slowly enveloped Greco's.

Harnessing his own strength, his mastery of the Blood Devil Clan's secret arts, and his knowledge of the resurrection ritual, he employed an extraordinary technique to erode the external force of Greco's blood mass.

"The essence of Gallow's Demon Corpse isn't limited to his residual blood energy. The corpse alone isn't sufficient for the resurrection ritual. Mo Yan, having been drawn into it, you must sense that Gallow's Demon Corpse, through ritual refinement, contains the blood energy of various tribes, enabling its use in the resurrection ceremony."

He paused briefly.

Cao Yi chuckled and continued, "In plain terms, Gallow's Demon Corpse is merely a vessel. Greco, having purified the blood energy of numerous tribes, deposited it within this demonic vessel, crafting an additional contingency for himself. Mo Yan, don't spout nonsense—why should the blood crystal be yours?"

"In any case, Gallow is one of our Devil Palace's Demon Cultivators, and we intend to claim our portion!" Mo Yan declared emphatically.

As the son of Zhu Zhen, he was under the special care of the Mighty Spirit King, who had received explicit instructions from Zhu Zhen before embarking on the trials of the Outland Star River.

When Mo Yan made his stance clear, the Mighty Spirit King found himself in a quandary, furrowing his brow in contemplation.

"He's just as irritating as ever."

Yu Yuan shook his head, sighing in resignation.

The next moment, he hurled the Dragon Slash Platform at Mo Yan's head.

Boom!

The Dragon Slash Platform expanded a thousandfold in an instant, resembling a colossal cliff bathed in divine light, unleashing boundless mystical power as it bore down on Mo Yan.

Looking up, Mo Yan saw a wondrous and magnificent world looming over him.

The radiant Dragon Slash Platform exuded an aura as ancient and vast as the cosmos itself.

It seemed as though the nascent laws of the Great Dao were still forming, their splitting sounds echoing, with faint currents of air that carried the breath of newly birthed life.

Suddenly, Mo Yan felt insignificant, like an ant, overwhelmed by the force emanating from the Dragon Slash Platform, as if he were being suffocated.

The voices he heard, the visions he saw, and the primordial vastness he felt had transformed into an intangible power that penetrated his heart and mind.

Before he knew it, Mo Yan's eyes were fissured, his Yang God physique riddled with cracks, as if his very soul might shatter.

Whoosh!

A streak of demonic light swept him up, rescuing him from the oppressive might of the Dragon Slash Platform.

The light coalesced once more into the Mighty Spirit King, now at the Unrestrained Stage. He flung Mo Yan toward a distant expanse of broken rock, his face etched with gravity as he observed the still-sinking Dragon Slash Platform, remarking, "This artifact has grown far more powerful than when we were in the Fallen Moon Forbidden Area."

Yu Yuan flashed a mischievous smile and with a mere flicker of thought, the massive Dragon Slash Platform came to a halt in the void.

Only then did Mo Yan, still reeling, seem to come back to his senses.

He turned to find Yu Yuan's gaze upon him, eyes brimming with scorn and derision.

"Do you sense the gap between us now?" Yu Yuan mercilessly laid out the harsh reality. "Back in Horror Land, I was the weaker one. To take you on, I had to devise numerous strategies. But now, things have changed. Even though you, Mo Yan, have forged a Yang God Body and ventured into the Outland Star River, you're no match for me."

"But killing you right now is no different than squashing an ant."

"Do you know why my mindset has shifted so drastically? Because you, who once stood tall like a mountain, now appear as a mere mound to me. With just a little pressure, you'd be flattened!"

"Hahaha! Mo Yan, oh Mo Yan, your talent is truly lacking, and your growth has been painfully slow!"

Yu Yuan's mockery was relentless.

The Golden Elephant Ancient God, Mighty Spirit King, Tan Junshan, Chen Qinghuang, and the others initially looked perplexed, but then their faces turned contemplative.

Because Yu Yuan wasn't wrong.

From the Ember Waters to Horror Land, Mo Yan had been stronger than Yu Yuan in every aspect, be it realm or true strength, consistently overpowering Yu Yuan.

But now?

After Yu Yuan utilized the Dragon Slash Platform, Mo Yan was left without a chance to retaliate, forced to simply await his demise.

Those who had witnessed Yu Yuan's combat in the Fallen Moon Forbidden Area, including the Golden Elephant Ancient God, Mighty Spirit King, and those who had recently encountered him like Tan Junshan and Chen Qinghuang, knew that Yu Yuan could now easily kill a Yang God with his unmatched vitality, without the aid of any artifacts.

Considering the Dragon Slash Platform, Evil Cauldron, Yu Yiyi, and that sword sheath, Mo Yan was utterly insignificant.

How much time had actually passed?

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