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Chapter 205: Battle Against the Elder of the Demon Clan
"Alright, then let's all make arrangements," said the group as they began to disperse.
"Celestial Emperor, those kids have started to form their ranks," Yao Tianshang said.
"Forming ranks?" Yang Chen replied in surprise, "How could it be so fast?" With that, he quickly walked out.
Stepping out of the tent, he was greeted by a sea of Demon Beasts. In the sky, various giant flying birds such as eagles, vultures, and giant hawks circled above, while on the ground, different types of Demon Beasts were engaged in fierce combat.
A single dive from the flying giants could claim the lives of tens of thousands of soldiers.
"Nightmare Legion, fall back one hundred meters!" Yang Chen commanded.
"Yes!"
"Teams One through Five, prepare Armor-Piercing Arrows!"
A sound that made one's teeth ache echoed through the air.
"Sky at seventy-five degrees, fire!"
Whoosh! Five hundred million arrows shot through the air, and instantly, tens of thousands of Demon Beast corpses fell from the sky, with countless others severely injured.
"Teams Six through Ten, maintain your targets, fire!" Yang Chen ordered coldly.
Whoosh! Once again, tens of thousands of Demon Beasts fell under the rain of Armor-Piercing Arrows.
"You little thief, daring to kill my subordinates—you're asking for death!" roared the Eagle King as he charged in fury.
"All soldiers of the Nightmare Legion, switch to Zhu Shen Arrows. Target: Eagle King!" Yang Chen commanded again. Although half of the members would need to rest after this round of shooting, it would be worth it if they could take down a Fighting Saint Expert.
Whoosh! Nearly one billion Zhu Shen Arrows flew through the air, creating ripples in space; some areas even appeared to shatter momentarily before quickly repairing themselves.
“Zhu Shen Arrow? One billion?!!” Eagle King hurriedly halted his rushing body, Fighting Spirit surging forth, a golden Protective Battle Qi swirling around him.
“Clang clang clang!” Countless arrows struck against the golden Protective Battle Qi, immediately causing dense cracks to appear.
“Eagle!” Bear King roared, quickly leaping up, wild red Fighting Spirit bursting forth to shield Eagle King, blocking the incoming Zhu Shen Arrow.
Unfortunately, it was still not enough. After eight hundred million Zhu Shen Arrows, both of their Protective Battle Qi dissipated simultaneously. The two beasts spat out a mouthful of blood, weakly exchanging glances before sharing a knowing smile.
Just as the remaining two hundred million Zhu Shen Arrows were about to descend upon them, a white figure appeared in the sky, standing in front of the two kings. With a wave of his hand, tens of millions of arrows were knocked down; with another wave, not a single Zhu Shen Arrow remained.
“Thank you, High Elder,” Eagle King and Bear King said respectfully.
“Go back and rest well,” High Elder said with concern.
“Yes.”
Yang Chen took out Angel's Sigh, tossing it among the members of the Nightmare Legion, activating the 'Angel's Mercy' skill.
“Angel's Mercy (Divine Level): After use, all allied units within an 800-meter radius recover 10% of their Fighting Spirit and heal 10% of their injuries every second for 600 seconds. Cooldown time: 24 hours.”
“Who is Yang Chen?” High Elder shouted.
“I am he!!” Yang Chen stepped into the air and said calmly.
“My emperor and Second Elder have been missing from your Shadow Kill Military Camp for two days; what is the reason for this?” High Elder asked sternly.
“How would I know where your Demon Emperor went?” Yang Chen replied with authority.
“Stubborn? A mere Four-Star Dou Saint dares to be arrogant before this Elder?” High Elder scoffed. “If I don’t teach you a lesson, you really think you can act so high and mighty?”
“You can try,” Yang Chen smirked.
High Elder looked down in surprise; there were also human powerhouses among the Saint of Combat Nine Turns and Eight Transitions, but why weren’t they coming forward to help? Could it be that this emperor lacked charm, leaving no one willing to assist?
"Hmph, then this Elder will play with you!" Elder Long shouted, and then his figure flashed, appearing in front of Yang Chen, clawing at Yang Chen's neck.
Ghostly Step created an illusion as he shifted half a meter to the right.
"Not bad speed, but unfortunately, it can't hurt me!" Yang Chen commented.
High Elder swept his right hand to the left, reaching for Yang Chen. Yang Chen's expression turned serious as he quickly retreated half a meter; however, three white marks were left on the royal robe on his chest.
"Come again!" High Elder kicked out with a leg, faster than before. In desperation, Yang Chen had no choice but to use Demon God Flash, creating a hundred-meter distance between himself and High Elder.
"Teleportation? Is this spatial magic?" High Elder stopped his attack and questioned.
"No! I was just warming up with you; now, I will play with you properly!" Yang Chen said mischievously.
"Spirit Possession devour Creatures!"
"Demon God Wings Shatter the Sky!"
"Demon God Body!"
"Deception!"
"Relying on secret techniques to increase speed, you are still just a Little Daoer!" High Elder looked at the huge phantom guarding him, with black wings sprouting from his back and his body pure white, eyes gray and green—Yang Chen. He said disdainfully.
After advancing to the Dueling Saint Realm, the phantom of Spirit Possession no longer merged into his body.
"Whether I am a little Dao or not, you'll know after trying against me," Yang Chen said without a hint of anger.
As he spoke, he quickly struck out, throwing a punch at High Elder, leaving behind the shadow from before.
His speed reached a level where it left afterimages. After advancing to the Dueling Saint Realm, Yang Chen indeed reached this point; this was not even all of his trump cards!
"No matter how fast you are, your cultivation is still not enough to bridge the gap." High Elder punched towards the direction where Yang Chen was coming from, their fists colliding.
"Bang!" The phantom of Sky erupted with a loud noise, and then Yang Chen was sent flying out, his right hand hanging down, clearly broken.
The enormous phantom absorbed the Life Essence and Death Qi from the surrounding space, then injected it into the Nine-Pointed Star on Yang Chen's forehead, which then surged into his limbs and bones.
Yang Chen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his left hand and said with a smirk, "It's been a while; I haven't felt this kind of injury in ages. So you've already broken through to the Nine Turns Battle Sage, not bad!"
As he spoke, he held his broken right hand with his left hand and gently squeezed it downwards. At the same time, a large amount of Life Essence and Death Qi surged into it. In three breaths, his right hand returned to normal; this was the power of the second stage, Demon God Body!
Yang Chen shook his right hand and looked at the High Elder with rising battle intent, provocatively saying, "Let's continue."
"You... you're fine?" the High Elder said in shock. Then, anger flared up as Yang Chen provoked him further. He shouted, "You recover, and I'll break it! Let's see who recovers faster or who hits harder!"
With that, he punched towards Yang Chen, who also threw a punch back. The two collided again in Sky. Yang Chen was sent flying once more but quickly flew back and kicked out—his leg was broken...
However, the arm that had just been broken struck out again, perfectly intact.
"Are you done yet? Just because you have strong recovery abilities makes you impressive?" the High Elder fumed.
"If you can't handle it, just back off; I don't care," Yang Chen said calmly.
On the surface, Yang Chen appeared indifferent, but inside he was secretly pleased; after just a few exchanges, his broken hand and leg had already advanced to the third stage of Demon God Body. However, the pain involved was not trivial.
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