"This isn't a Devil Dharma Body!"
Pilar's eyes were wide open, and his eyes were filled with an indescribable horror.
He was the Demon King!
Yet he hadn't realized at first glance that this wasn't the Devil Dharma Body unique to the Demon Race.
It was far too similar.
From the shadow at the beginning to the aura of the Dharma Body that had condensed into a solid form, the Dharma Body's aura …
They were all demonic auras.
However ….
The biggest difference between Ye Zichen's Devil Dharma Body and a normal one was …
Wings!
Normal Devil Dharma Bodies only had a pair of demonic wings and were pitch-black.
Ye Zichen's Devil Dharma Body, however, had twelve wings!
Especially the color of the wings ….
Half was black, and the other half was pure white.
"The son of a saint and a demon."
This kind of constitution really did exist.
Pilar couldn't help but mutter to himself as he looked at the Devil Dharma Body, tainted with the evil of a demon and the purity of a god. He took a few steps back and almost fell from the sky.
"Be careful!"
The Great Sage grabbed him, then looked at the illusory image behind Ye Zichen in astonishment.
Pure, holy feathers fell from the wings into the sky.
Yale stared intently at Ye Zichen, then at the corroded palm print on his arm, dripping with golden blood.
From the palm print, he sensed the demonic aura.
He also sensed the holiness of the Outsiders' Sacred Race.
"My Lord!"
When they saw Yale's injuries, they cried out in panic. The previously pitiful God of Pain's divine power surged, and he pointed his right hand at Ye Zichen.
"I will bestow upon you an abyss of pain!"
"F * ck off!"
Dong — —
While the God of Pain was still casting his proverbs, the Great Sage had already flipped in front of him and swung his staff at the God of Pain's head.
"You still want to bestow pain? I'll make you suffer!"
This was the downside of a mage meeting a warrior.
The God of Pain was using proverbs, so if he wasn't mistaken, he was most likely a curse-type.
Curse-Type mages all had time to cast their spells. The Great Sage was clearly a close-combat warrior.
Just now, he'd interrupted the God of Pain's attack with his staff, then sent him flying into the air. He'd beaten the God of Pain until he couldn't cast any spells.
"Pain!"
The other Overgods wanted to help, but Ye Zichen's people wouldn't let them go so easily.
Yin Shang and Gou Yuzhan both headed towards the other Sovereigns.
Su Liu'er was an ice-type mage, completely unhindered by anyone. She tossed out area-of-effect skills as if they were free.
"Darkness, taste the fear of darkness."
In the end, Ye Zichen's side didn't have as many people, so some of Yale's overgods still managed to cast their spells.
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire world plunged into endless darkness.
Thump —
A series of shrill whistles rang in everyone's ears. It felt as if there were some malicious spirits blowing in their ears.
The invisible fear hidden in the darkness shrouded everyone's hearts, but …
"Heh, sorry, the darkness is my home field."
A faint whisper suddenly rang in the ears of the Master God of Darkness. The Master God of Darkness, who was still proud of himself for casting the spell, froze in an instant. Before he could react, a pair of hands had already gripped his neck.
"Do you think you're the only one who likes the darkness? I like it too."
A figure suddenly appeared in the darkness. It was Yang Jian with a sneer on his face, looking at him indifferently with a mocking smile.
"Hmph!"
Several hands suddenly appeared in the darkness and reached for Yang Jian.
In the blink of an eye, Yang Jian transformed into a blur and disappeared.
"Enjoy the fear brought to you by the darkness!"
A familiar murmur came from Yang Jian's mouth. Yang Jian had been circling around the Lord God of Darkness, occasionally giving him a punch or a kick from the dark.
When the Master God of Darkness resisted, he melted back into the darkness. It could be said that Yang Jian was like a fish in water, toying with the Master God of Darkness in the palm of his hand.
"Darkness, dispel ….."
The Master God of Darkness could no longer endure Yang Jian's toying, so he dispelled the darkness himself.
It was as if the darkness had been torn apart. When the darkness was completely gone, everyone, including the Great Sage and the other Overgods, remained vigilant.
Yang Jian, who'd just been about to kick the Master God of Darkness again, suddenly froze. When he saw the Master God of Darkness staring at him, he scratched his head, smiled sheepishly, and waved …..
"Hello."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Jian ran back without looking back.
The Master God of Darkness held his magic staff in his hand. From his magic staff, several black silk-like threads appeared and grabbed at Yang Jian.
However, no one noticed …..
Su Yiyun, who'd previously been captured by the Rhythm God, was now unguarded and floating in the air behind Yale.
Whoosh.
Without even thinking about it, Ye Zichen flapped his wings with all his might. A howling gale threatened to send everyone flying. He transformed into a blur and shot forward.
Little did they know …..
Neither Yale nor any of the Overgods tried to stop him. It was as if they were waiting for Ye Zichen to get to Su Yiyun's side.
"You can't go!"
The War Goddess suddenly shouted. However, no one could hear her from so far away.
"Big Sister."
The maid didn't understand, but the War Goddess bit her lip.
Before, Ye Zichen had given her the impression that he was smart. Why was he so stupid now? This was Yale's Domain of Destruction. How could he possibly bring people out so easily?
Everyone else was busy fighting the Overgods. Only Su Yan and the others …..
"You can't go!"
By the time she said this, it was already too late. Ye Zichen really did arrive before Su Yiyun without any resistance.
"Yiyun ….."
Ye Zichen fiercely hugged him, but Su Yiyun was already unconscious. No matter how Ye Zichen called out to him, he didn't respond.
Ye Zichen gnashed his teeth and held Su Yiyun in his arms. Just as he was about to break out of the encirclement, a storm of destruction blocked his way.
The Overgods who'd been fighting the Great Sage and the others returned to their positions. They silently watched Ye Zichen, who was now surrounded.
"Ye-zi!"
Yang Jian and the others shouted frantically, but by then, the Overgods had already surrounded Ye Zichen. Ye Zichen held Su Yiyun in his arms, all by himself as he faced Yale and the other Overgods.
"Star Lord Ye, you've made a bad move."
By now, the wound on Yale's arm had completely healed. However, he was still deeply interested in Ye Zichen, who'd fused the blood of both demons and Sacred Beasts.
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